Lord Huo picked up a real princess

Chapter 49 Applicator
The white woven lamp was hung on a high place, casting a gray light and shadow on Wan Wan's somewhat resistant face.

She gritted her teeth nervously, but finally couldn't help but dodge back.

The cotton swab stained with medicine fell to the ground, and stopped there together with Huo Yin's hand.

The light clearly illuminates the scars that are usually hidden.

It is no exaggeration to describe it as scarred.

The largest piece fell horizontally on the right side of the tiger's mouth, the size of half a copper coin.

Wanwan had seen this wound before.

During the riot at the prayer altar, the general rescued her from the assassin, and caught a feathered arrow with one hand while escaping.

Wanwan's cheeks turned pale with fright, but his face remained normal, and he just gritted his teeth even when he pulled out the arrow.

Wanwan tied her own handkerchief on it, remembering the wound.

It was deep and left a lot of blood.

By coincidence, she reached out and held it.

Huo Yin trembled slightly, as if she hadn't expected her to be like this, the icy mist between her brows that made people daunting and dare not approach seemed to be blown away a little by the wind.

Few people dare to get so close to Huo Yin.

Wanwan is an outlier.

She held his hand and blew on it lightly, her brows and eyes were comforted with kindness, her lips were pink like roses, and she pursed slightly.

Because she cried a while ago, the corners of her eyes were bright red.

When she raised her eyes to look at people, she unconsciously brought a bit of playful charm.

"Does it hurt?"

Her fingertips landed on the coin scar.

Huo Yin shook his head, his eyes were cold.

It's not that I lied to her, it really doesn't hurt.

When his burnt flesh grew back, these large and small scars appeared on his body.

He had no impression, and naturally he didn't feel any pain.

On the contrary, Wan Wan lowered her eyes because of guilt, her long eyelashes almost touching the red mark under her eyes.

She felt that it was the scar that came from saving her.

Her head dropped lower and lower, her chin was almost touching her body, Huo Yin pulled her forward.

Knowing that he was going to apply medicine to herself, Wanwan choked her neck and said in fear, "Brother, take it easy, Wanwan is scared."

As soon as the words fell, she was gently brought down, Huo Yin held her head in his arms, and the cotton swab gently landed on her wound.

The little girl is so delicate.

Wiping a tear could scratch her skin, Huo Yin really didn't dare to use force.

"pain…"

Wanwan lay on her back in Huo Yin's arms, her long black eyelashes looked like fluttering butterflies, and a pair of black gemstones adorned her head, shining with water.

The red potion was moist and cool, and slowly covered the red marks, like petals entrenched on the pretty face, under the dim light, charming and glamorous.

"elder brother."

Wanwan called out.

Huo Yin's eyes darkened, and he withdrew his hand.

Wanwan sat up straight and muttered strangely, "Why did Wanwan get hurt?"

The instigator paused, and the base of his ears turned slightly red.

...

Wanwan got permission and happily moved her piano out.

The pear-colored guqin has a faint bitter fragrance, full color and exquisite workmanship.

Good piano is not enough to describe.

At the antique auction that caused a sensation around the world a year ago, there was a famous antique piano from China.

The name is Huanghai.

At that time, it was sold at a high price of [-] million yuan.

No matter in terms of workmanship or material, Wan Wan's hand is even worse than Huang Hai.

Today, by coincidence, she changed her clothes after taking a shower.

Goose-yellow satin gold thread skirt, the collar is embellished with small pearls, and the white jade belt around the waist sets off the waist.

The jade pendant returned by Huo Yin hangs around his waist.

(End of this chapter)