Divine Doctor Poison Concubine is about to turn over

Chapter 578 Yin Yang Mark 8
"The wound hurts." Bei Mingwu said weakly.

Di Wuhen lifted the quilt on her body, and saw bloodstains seeping from her snow-white clothes, "I'll help you change the dressing."

"you……"

Bei Mingwu only said a word, and Di Wuhen had already started to untie her belt, and then slowly pulled down her clothes.

Immediately, she felt a strong fire-type spiritual power emanating from Di Wuhen's body.

Even if her shoulders were naked, she couldn't feel the coolness.

Bei Mingwu's eyes were a little sore, he didn't expect him to be so careful, afraid that she would catch a cold.

Di Wuhen took out the medicine bottle from his interspatial ring, at this moment, he saw nothing but the bloody wound.

For some unknown reason, the wound that had healed opened a little, so it was bleeding.

Bei Mingwu stared intently at Di Wuhen who was concentrating on helping her apply the medicine, feeling more and more sad.

How to do?
She now craves more and more.

Seeing him hiding his affection like this, she suddenly didn't want to wait any longer, she wanted to tell him directly.

But she was also afraid, afraid that after everything was exposed, they would lose even the chance to get along like this now.

She admits she is spineless.

But love is like this, if you really love, how can you get away easily.

Di Wuhen quickly applied the good medicine to Bei Mingwu without looking sideways, and when he was about to bandage, he looked up at her, "It's not easy to bandage when you lie like this, can I help you sit up."

sit up?
Bei Mingwu was a little puzzled, wouldn't it be enough for him to pass his hands behind her back?

She naturally didn't know Di Wuhen's intention, he wanted to see if there was a mark on her back.

"I'll go find Qiqi and help you bandage it." Di Wuhen accidentally glanced at a certain place on her chest, immediately averted his eyes, and an inexplicable heat surged in his body.

"It's still early, don't bother her, just help me up." Bei Mingwu grabbed his hand.

"Okay." After Di Wuhen finished speaking, he covered her with a quilt, and then helped her to sit up.

After she settled down, he came behind her.

The woman's skin is as white as jade, without a trace of blemish.

Di Wuhen looked under her shoulders, but there were no marks, which made him feel slightly relieved.

Then he pulled down her half-hanging blouse.

When he saw that small mark, his whole body froze instantly as if struck by lightning.

Yin Yang mark!

It's a yin and yang curse!

Di Wuhen's face was ashen, and his red pupils were filled with anger and indescribable despair.

Another curse was really upon her.

He hadn't thought she was another cursed person when he had just seen that there was nothing under her shoulders.

But the current imprint told him that Bei Mingwu was another cursed person.

Why did God torture them like this?

why?
"Uncle Huang, what's the matter with you?" Seeing that he was sitting behind her without moving, Bei Mingwu couldn't help but make a sound.

What is he doing?
Are you crazy about looking at her back?

Oops.

She would not think so narcissistically.

So what happened to him?
"I suddenly have a pain in my chest, I will bandage it for you right away." Di Wuhen's voice was very cold and a little hoarse.

Bei Mingwu panicked, turned around and looked at him, only to see that his expression was particularly grim.

"Uncle Huang, are you okay? What's wrong?" Bei Mingwu asked worriedly. It was only fifteen a few days ago. Today is not the day when he got sick.

But his face is completely like a patient.

(End of this chapter)