Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1333 Contaminated (8)

The beautiful and deep eyebrows, with a little bit of gorgeous cinnabar at the end of the eyes, are like broken petals that have been crushed maliciously at this moment. Beauty is beautiful, but it reveals an incomparably delicate fragility.

There is no vitality, as if it can disappear with a touch, and the sound of breathing is extremely light, almost non-existent.

Yun Si watched quietly, then stretched out her hand, and gently pulled off his belt.

Want to take off his clothes and help him with medicine.

But unexpectedly, his hand moved suddenly.

Grabbing her vigorously, his fierce phoenix eyes instantly opened, and his cold and merciless gaze swept towards her like a needle.

The whole body is cold, and the killing intent is pressing.

That hand squeezed her wrist tightly, making a crackling sound, as if it was going to crush her hand.

"." Yunsi really didn't expect that she was so injured that she could wake up even after touching his clothes.

Being so guarded seemed to be afraid that she would insult him.

She was silent for a moment, moved her lips, and was about to say something.

But in the next second, his hand loosened again.

It seemed that his strength was exhausted at that moment, and he drooped vainly, and his phoenix eyes closed down.

The eyelashes trembled, and they were still holding on forcefully, not letting themselves fall asleep.

His eyes were slightly opened, and his consciousness was hazy.

Lying there weakly, his face was pale and his lips were dry.

Thin and boneless, like a defeated bamboo lotus, floating on the water, withering slowly, but still maintaining the last bit of dignity.

Knuckles curled up, trembling, trying to make a fist.

I wanted to say something, but I couldn't make a sound because I was too weak.

He could barely open his clear eyes, looked drowsily at the beautiful woman sitting by the bed, and seemed to want her to go.

The undisguised repulsion is shown in almost all his actions.

The woman sitting by the bed was not annoyed, she just looked at him quietly, and then looked at the blood stains on his chest.

Without speaking, he continued to untie his belt and took off his clothes.

He seemed to still have a sliver of consciousness, his well-articulated long fingers trembling slightly, trying to move.

The woman didn't say anything, picked up the wet towel beside him, and helped him wipe the wound.

Disinfect first, and then use a knife to scrape off the rotted and festered meat.

He closed his eyes, snorted, and tightened his fingers instantly, grabbing the corner of her skirt.

He grabbed it so hard that it almost pulled her skirt out of its folds.

She moved very quickly, scraping off the rotten flesh, and then sprinkled the dark charm on the trauma medicine.

The man's white and beautiful chest heaved violently, as if it was in severe pain.

Soon, the wound on the chest, the rotting flesh was gone, and the rest were bright red and healthy wounds.

The vigorous and resolute Palace Mistress sprinkled the medicine on the wound and spread it evenly.

He only let out a muffled grunt at first, but never made a sound again.

Holding tightly to the corner of her skirt, it was like grasping the only life-saving straw.

Yun Si glanced at him, then looked at him again.

The pale and fragile man lying on the bed frowned slightly, and his pale lips were drawn into a straight line.

His forehead was covered with sweat, his chin was raised slightly, and his slender, fair neck formed a beautiful arc in midair.

Down below, there is a clear and straight collarbone, shocking wounds, and a thin and hard waist.

At a glance, the whole body, delicate and fragile, is full of the ultimate beauty of being abused.

(End of this chapter)