Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 94
Mo Jiu said "Oh", walked to the bed and looked back at him, "Do you want to take off your clothes?"

Xiao Liulang: "..."

So Mo Jiu lay down on the soft couch, buried his head in the pillow, exposed his injured neck, just like going to a spa at a women's club, waiting for Xiao Liulang to serve him.

But after waiting for a while, there was no movement behind her, so she opened her eyes and looked back, "Come on."

Xiao Liulang sullenly asked inexplicably, "Are you sure?"

Mo Jiu nodded, "That's right, aren't you a doctor? Why care about so much?"

"Okay." Xiao Liulang has always cherished words like gold, approached quietly, and landed one hand on the wound on her neck. The pain was so painful that she screamed unbearably, "No. I will do it myself, I will do it myself!"

"It's late." Xiao Liulang dug out a piece of green ointment and continued to press it on her neck.

"Ah!" Mo Jiu called again, "Don't, don't touch me...!"

In the courtyard under the bamboo building, Aunt Lan looked up at the light from the window, covered her face, and stomped her feet back and forth, "Doing evil, oh evil, how can this happen? How can it happen?"

Xue Fang looked at her puzzled, "Auntie, what are you afraid of? Sister Mo will be fine."

Aunt Lan glared at him, "What do you know, you bastard?"

Xue Fang scratched his head, "Why don't I understand?"

In the flickering firelight, Mo Jiu's cry gradually weakened.I have to say that Xiao Liulang is indeed a "miracle doctor", with rough nerves and hard tossing, but the swelling on her neck has really improved a lot.The peppermint smell on his body, mixed with the incense in the house, was like a rich floral fragrance that enveloped her lightly, as if the sleep nerves were loosened, and slowly, not only did she no longer feel the pain , On the contrary, it was as comfortable as sleeping.

"Xiao Liulang, it's so comfortable!"

Her drowsy voice was like a lullaby she played, piercing to the bone marrow. In the twilight like beans, there was a kind of warm and ambiguous. Following her lazy posture, the half-wet skirt also changed. Sliding down the edge of the couch little by little, on the soft curve, a head of messy long hair fell loosely on the pillow, drawing an enchanting picture that is suspected to be the person in the painting.

Xiao Liulang sat with the backlight, as if he was not infected by the beauty, and he only had the coldness and nobility of a doctor.

"Xiao Liulang...?" She murmured again.

He said "um", the tone was as soft as a thin feather, and when he brushed from her wound to the sole of her foot, there was a kind of gentleness like rubbing hands together.

She sighed, "No wonder people say that happiness is guaranteed when a woman marries a doctor."

Xiao Liulang's black hair drooped slightly, covering the side of his face, and his expression could not be seen.

Mo Jiu didn't notice her chirping sound, which was softer than her lover's whispering. She only knew that the pain in her neck was gone, and she felt a comfortable feeling of dizziness all over her body. Nagging.

"Xiao Liulang, we've known each other for such a long time, we're still half friends anyway, why do you have the heart to let me be a widow?"

Xiao Qian's hands stopped, his face was cold, the meaning was unclear.

But Mo Jiu couldn't see, she had already fallen asleep with her head tilted on the pillow.

Xiao Qian glanced at her quietly, pulled the thin quilt over her body, walked out of the bamboo building slowly, and said to everyone: "Young Madam is sleepy, I will sleep in the Nanshan Courtyard tonight."

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When Mo Jiu woke up the next day, the news that she entered Nanshan Courtyard at night and slept in Xiao Dalang's room spread throughout Xiao's residence.

Mo Jiu tapped his forehead, looked at Aunt Lan's face that was about to cry, and was a little dazed, "Why did I fall asleep?"

(End of this chapter)