Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

"It's nothing..." Gentle shook her head and continued to cut.

Soon, the knotted bandage was cut off.

Grabbing one end gently, carefully disassembled it.

The bandage is wrapped around Dongfang Aoshi's whole body, and Dongfang Aoshi's injury is on his back, Wen Rou has to go around him to ensure that the movements will not be too big, accidentally pulling Dongfang Aoshi's wound.

Gentleness is like a spinning top in extremely slow motion, circling around Dongfang Aoshi.

Circle and circle.

When approaching the wound, Wenrou suddenly remembered something——

correct!

She could just take advantage of the opportunity of changing her dressing to see exactly what was tattooed on Dongfang Aoshi's back!

Thinking of this, the gentle movements couldn't help but speed up a little.

I didn't control my strength for a while, and I started hard.

Dongfang Aoshi's back muscles were tense.

Gentle shook, and stopped, "Sorry, does it hurt?"

"Continue." Dongfang Aoshi said expressionlessly, without any waves in his voice.

Wenrou glanced at him secretly, making sure that he had no special expression, then took a deep breath and continued to disassemble.

Gentleness slowed down.

After a few more laps, all the bandages were removed, and the wound was completely exposed.

However, Gentle was disappointed——

The assassin's arrow just hit the side of Dongfang Aoshi's tattoo.

The surrounding flesh was blurred by scabs and potions so that it was impossible to see exactly what words were tattooed on it.

"..." Wenrou looked at the wound on Dongfang Aoshi's back, feeling like being struck by lightning.

That assassin shot so well...

Judging from Dongfang Aoshi's current wound condition, within ten days and half a month, the wound on his head may not heal.

In other words, for ten days and a half months, she would not even try to see clearly what words were tattooed on Dongfang Aoshi's body.

"Why are you in a daze again?" Rourou was in a daze again and again, Dongfang Aoshi was not happy.

"It hurts a little, bear with it." Wenrou came back to her senses, dipped the cloth in some special wine.

"It's a small injury." Dongfang Aoshi sneered.

Ruan originally wanted to be gentle, but when she saw his attitude of pulling something, she felt a "thump—" in her chest, and an unknown rage rose.

Pour the wine directly onto Dongfang Aoshi's wound.

No accident, Dongfang Aoshi's muscles tensed instantly.

But on his face, there was still no expression at all, completely painless.

If you don't believe it, he won't feel anything at all!

Another half bottle was poured down.

The transparent liquid dripped down the strong back, soaking all the clothes.

Ordinary people would definitely not be able to stand being tortured like this, and would cry out in pain.

But Dongfang is proud of the world, but it is so hard that it makes people speechless.

But how much wine Ruan poured, he just didn't say a word, didn't even wrinkle his brows.

If it weren't for being able to feel the muscles on Dongfang Aoshi's body moving and tensing, Rourou would really think that he is a stone statue.

I couldn't understand Dongfang's arrogant attitude, and wanted to punish him, but he didn't respond at all, and he was completely bitten by a mosquito.

In such a situation, Ruan felt that it was boring, and she had no fighting spirit.

No more fussing, disinfect Dongfang Aoshi's wound, wash it, apply medicine, and re-wrap the bandage.

"The clothes are wet again, I'll ask someone to bring in another one."

Rourou packed up her things, and was about to take the medicine box out and return it to the imperial doctor......

Suddenly, his waist tightened, and Dongfang Aoshi hugged him back to his lap. "It's nothing..." Gentle shook her head and continued to cut.

Soon, the knotted bandage was cut off.

Grabbing one end gently, carefully disassembled it.

The bandage is wrapped around Dongfang Aoshi's whole body, and Dongfang Aoshi's injury is on his back, Wen Rou has to go around him to ensure that the movements will not be too big, accidentally pulling Dongfang Aoshi's wound.

Gentleness is like a spinning top in extremely slow motion, circling around Dongfang Aoshi.

Circle and circle.

When approaching the wound, Wenrou suddenly remembered something——

correct!

She could just take advantage of the opportunity of changing her dressing to see exactly what was tattooed on Dongfang Aoshi's back!

Thinking of this, the gentle movements couldn't help but speed up a little.

I didn't control my strength for a while, and I started hard.

Dongfang Aoshi's back muscles were tense.

Gentle shook, and stopped, "Sorry, does it hurt?"

"Continue." Dongfang Aoshi said expressionlessly, without any waves in his voice.

Wenrou glanced at him secretly, making sure that he had no special expression, then took a deep breath and continued to disassemble.

Gentleness slowed down.

After a few more laps, all the bandages were removed, and the wound was completely exposed.

However, Gentle was disappointed——

The assassin's arrow just hit the side of Dongfang Aoshi's tattoo.

The surrounding flesh was blurred by scabs and potions so that it was impossible to see exactly what words were tattooed on it.

"..." Wenrou looked at the wound on Dongfang Aoshi's back, feeling like being struck by lightning.

That assassin shot so well...

Judging from Dongfang Aoshi's current wound condition, within ten days and half a month, the wound on his head may not heal.

In other words, for ten days and a half months, she would not even try to see clearly what words were tattooed on Dongfang Aoshi's body.

"Why are you in a daze again?" Rourou was in a daze again and again, Dongfang Aoshi was not happy.

"It hurts a little, bear with it." Wenrou came back to her senses, dipped the cloth in some special wine.

"It's a small injury." Dongfang Aoshi sneered.

Ruan originally wanted to be gentle, but when she saw his attitude of pulling something, she felt a "thump—" in her chest, and an unknown rage rose.

Pour the wine directly onto Dongfang Aoshi's wound.

No accident, Dongfang Aoshi's muscles tensed instantly.

But on his face, there was still no expression at all, completely painless.

If you don't believe it, he won't feel anything at all!

Another half bottle was poured down.

The transparent liquid dripped down the strong back, soaking all the clothes.

Ordinary people would definitely not be able to stand being tortured like this, and would cry out in pain.

But Dongfang is proud of the world, but it is so hard that it makes people speechless.

But how much wine Ruan poured, he just didn't say a word, didn't even wrinkle his brows.

If it weren't for being able to feel the muscles on Dongfang Aoshi's body moving and tensing, Rourou would really think that he is a stone statue.

I couldn't understand Dongfang's arrogant attitude, and wanted to punish him, but he didn't respond at all, and he was completely bitten by a mosquito.

In such a situation, Ruan felt that it was boring, and she had no fighting spirit.

No more fussing, disinfect Dongfang Aoshi's wound, wash it, apply medicine, and re-wrap the bandage.

"The clothes are wet again, I'll ask someone to bring in another one."

Rourou packed up her things, and was about to take the medicine box out and return it to the imperial doctor......

Suddenly, his waist tightened, and Dongfang Aoshi hugged him back to his lap.