Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

Dongfang Aoshi didn't speak, and lay there on his back, quietly looking at the gentle back.

The raised corner of his mouth never let go.

Gentle went out for about five or six minutes.

When I came back again, I had medicine, disinfected wine, and bandages in my hand.

Dongfang Aoshi still maintained the previous posture, leaning lazily, only covering his waist with a thin piece of clothing, his upper body was naked.

His thin lips were always raised, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

Wen Rou was quite upset in her heart, but she didn't show it.

Go over there and put things down.

"Turn around and lie on your stomach." Ruan Rou looked at Dongfang Aoshi expressionlessly and said.

Dongfang Aoshi glanced at her indifferently, turned around, and lay on his stomach.

The body is stretched out, as if waiting to be served.

Seeing his appearance, Rou Rou instantly became angry again.

The scissors in his hand almost missed and stabbed them hard!

Gritting his teeth, he held back in time.

Gentle picked up all the wet cloth.

The wound was exposed, red and swollen with blisters.

The wound that had finally scabbed was oozing blood.

It looks like a sign of inflammation.

Gently frowned, quickly disinfected and cleaned, reapplied the medicine, and bandaged it.

Thinking in his heart, the imperial doctor will come over later and prescribe some medicine for Dongfang Aoshi.

in thought.

Dongfang Aoshi has already sat up.

"Clothes." A deep voice rang in my ears.

Wen Rou suddenly came back to his senses, without thinking too much, he put on the clothes for him.

Put on the clothes, turn around gently to pack things...

Dongfang Aoshi reached out and grabbed her chin.

Like looking at exhibits, turning over and over again, I don't know what I'm looking at.

"What are you doing? Let go." Wen Rou frowned and went to break his hand.

Helpless, his strength was not as strong as Dongfang Aoshi's, and he was examined carefully from head to toe.

"Apart from the forehead, where else is it hurt?" In the quiet space, Dongfang Aoshi's deep and indifferent voice swayed around.

"None of your business!" Gentle snorted coldly.

The culprit who likes to torture people the most, actually started to care about her injury?

It is definitely a weasel giving a New Year greeting to a chicken, no good intentions!

Gentle and cold smile, trying to wave Dongfang Aoshi's hand away.

Dongfang Aoshi's hands were tightly bound like pliers, without any reaction.

Rourou was furious, but there was nothing he could do about him except to stare.

Dongfang Aoshi checked for a while before letting go.

"Scissors." Shen ordered.

"What do you want to do?" Gentle looked at him vigilantly, hiding the scissors tightly.

"Take off your clothes or give me the scissors, it's your choice."

"..."

"This king's patience is limited." Dongfang Aoshi tried his best to endure, and his expression was already impatient.

Gritting her teeth, Ruan Rou handed over the scissors with the feeling of stabbing him.

Dongfang Aoshi cut off the gauze on her forehead, carefully inspected the wound——

A small hole was punched hard on Gentle's forehead. Although the wound was not big, it was deep.

The wound is so deep, it will definitely leave a scar.

Dongfang Aoshi's eyes sharpened, his face darkened instantly, Xingshi asked, "Are you wood or stone, don't you know how to flash?"

Gentle raised her eyes, gave him a blank look, and didn't bother to argue, so as not to quarrel again.

The gentle movement was sudden, no one expected——

In that case, who can get out of the way completely?

It was lucky not to be hit in the eye.

"Speak!" His jaw was pinched again.

"Are you annoyed?" Gentle was impatient.Dongfang Aoshi didn't speak, and lay there on his back, quietly looking at the gentle back.

The raised corner of his mouth never let go.

Gentle went out for about five or six minutes.

When I came back again, I had medicine, disinfected wine, and bandages in my hand.

Dongfang Aoshi still maintained the previous posture, leaning lazily, only covering his waist with a thin piece of clothing, his upper body was naked.

His thin lips were always raised, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

Wen Rou was quite upset in her heart, but she didn't show it.

Go over there and put things down.

"Turn around and lie on your stomach." Ruan Rou looked at Dongfang Aoshi expressionlessly and said.

Dongfang Aoshi glanced at her indifferently, turned around, and lay on his stomach.

The body is stretched out, as if waiting to be served.

Seeing his appearance, Rou Rou instantly became angry again.

The scissors in his hand almost missed and stabbed them hard!

Gritting his teeth, he held back in time.

Gentle picked up all the wet cloth.

The wound was exposed, red and swollen with blisters.

The wound that had finally scabbed was oozing blood.

It looks like a sign of inflammation.

Gently frowned, quickly disinfected and cleaned, reapplied the medicine, and bandaged it.

Thinking in his heart, the imperial doctor will come over later and prescribe some medicine for Dongfang Aoshi.

in thought.

Dongfang Aoshi has already sat up.

"Clothes." A deep voice rang in my ears.

Wen Rou suddenly came back to his senses, without thinking too much, he put on the clothes for him.

Put on the clothes, turn around gently to pack things...

Dongfang Aoshi reached out and grabbed her chin.

Like looking at exhibits, turning over and over again, I don't know what I'm looking at.

"What are you doing? Let go." Wen Rou frowned and went to break his hand.

Helpless, his strength was not as strong as Dongfang Aoshi's, and he was examined carefully from head to toe.

"Apart from the forehead, where else is it hurt?" In the quiet space, Dongfang Aoshi's deep and indifferent voice swayed around.

"None of your business!" Gentle snorted coldly.

The culprit who likes to torture people the most, actually started to care about her injury?

It is definitely a weasel giving a New Year greeting to a chicken, no good intentions!

Gentle and cold smile, trying to wave Dongfang Aoshi's hand away.

Dongfang Aoshi's hands were tightly bound like pliers, without any reaction.

Rourou was furious, but there was nothing he could do about him except to stare.

Dongfang Aoshi checked for a while before letting go.

"Scissors." Shen ordered.

"What do you want to do?" Gentle looked at him vigilantly, hiding the scissors tightly.

"Take off your clothes or give me the scissors, it's your choice."

"..."

"This king's patience is limited." Dongfang Aoshi tried his best to endure, and his expression was already impatient.

Gritting her teeth, Ruan Rou handed over the scissors with the feeling of stabbing him.

Dongfang Aoshi cut off the gauze on her forehead, carefully inspected the wound——

A small hole was punched hard on Gentle's forehead. Although the wound was not big, it was deep.

The wound is so deep, it will definitely leave a scar.

Dongfang Aoshi's eyes sharpened, his face darkened instantly, Xingshi asked, "Are you wood or stone, don't you know how to flash?"

Gentle raised her eyes, gave him a blank look, and didn't bother to argue, so as not to quarrel again.

The gentle movement was sudden, no one expected——

In that case, who can get out of the way completely?

It was lucky not to be hit in the eye.

"Speak!" His jaw was pinched again.

"Are you annoyed?" Gentle was impatient.