Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The horse put the tray on the small table next to the Oriental world brocade and checked it with a light that was not so bright. That day, the horse knew that ye Qingcheng bought Lucifer's medicine with his departure. Although it would not be a complete cure, it could at least delay it immediately, and bishop also said that day, As long as the horse doesn't mention it, Dongfang Shijin won't know, so the Lu family will send drugs regularly at that time.

Ma Zi now thinks this should be a good thing. At least after ye Qingcheng left, Dongfang Shijin has no weakness, and nothing can make Dongfang Shijin lose his mind

Although Ma Zai also knows that it will not be easy to leave like this, at least... Long pain is better than short pain.

He also decided not to mention Ye Qingcheng in the future.

As if ye Qingcheng had gone

All this is a dream, and now the dream is finally over.

Everything is finally going back to normal.

By the light of the light, Ma Zi saw that there were dense beads of sweat on the forehead of Dongfang Shijin, even on the bridge of his nose. There were still some wounds on his cheeks, and the drugs rubbed on them had been absorbed.

The horse opened the quilt gently. The quilt was sweaty, stuffy and damp, but the room had only windows and no air conditioning. Even the heating equipment for phase I needed to be ignited. If the horse remembered correctly, the castle should be an old house 40 years ago. I don't know which unpopular lady once lived here.

When the quilt was opened, Dongfang Shijin was only wearing a simple pajama. The pajama had an open neck and a naked chest, but the wounds on it could be clearly seen, one after another, which had formed scars.

There are no people here, so these things can only be done by the horse.

Ma Zi wiped Dongfang Shijin's wound with a wet towel, applied medicine again, and covered him again. As a result, when Ma Zi was about to turn around with a basin and towel, he suddenly saw Dongfang Shijin open his eyes. There was a vague light in his eyes, which seemed to be unable to react for a moment.

"Young master...?"

The horse was immediately surprised and put down the basin, "young master... Are you any better, young master?"

Dongfang Shijin opened his eyes and was slightly dizzy in front of him. He looked at the wooden carvings on the ceiling and the hand-painted patterns on the high dome. The wooden windows here, even the ancient square lattice window lattice, looked old and old

Under the dim light on the bedside table, it seems that ye Qingcheng will sit there in the next moment, gently wipe the sweat on his forehead with a towel, and then ask him with concern and surprise, [Oriental world brocade, are you awake?]

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