Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

She slightly propped up her body and watched Dongfang Shijin casually put her coat on the next chair. Then she casually opened the next drawer and took out a small first-aid kit from inside. She splashed out all the drugs in it. Her action was a little rough and searched in it.

Ye Qingcheng held up her body and looked at Dongfang Shijin like that. It was almost... A cold attitude, because there was no other expression on his face from beginning to end. She looked at Dongfang Shijin and picked it for a while. Finally, she took two ointment, cotton swabs and some hemostatic things out.

Dongfang Shijin opened the ointment, put it on the cabinet next to it, and stretched out his hand to open the zipper of Ye Qingcheng's skirt from the back. Ye Qingcheng was also silent. He let him open the skirt and revealed her snow-white body. It was still the black lace bra, which wrapped her delicate chest, but there was a bruise on the chest, which looked very shocking.

"Is your brain used to gather your height?" Dongfang Shijin's voice was low, and the cold ointment was smeared on Ye Qingcheng's chest. Ye Qingcheng bit his lower lip tightly. Dongfang Shijin's face was not very good-looking, but it was cold. When he said this sentence, there was a faint anger in it, but more, ye Qingcheng knew and was still distressed.

"Dongfang Shijin, when can you stop being so impulsive?"

Ye Qingcheng's eyes were sour. In this case, the faint warm orange light, only the two of them, and the curtains were pulled up. This warm and warm place made Ye Qingcheng's heart start to ache.

"When can you grow your brain?"

In front of Dongfang Shijin's eyes, he was angry when ye Qingcheng rushed over. She was so stupid that she just had no children, so she rushed up to block him.

But at the same time, Dongfang Shijin's heart was not so tight at last - at the beginning, he saw Lucifer propose to Ye Qingcheng, and even saw Ye Qingcheng stretch out his hand and put on the ring. At that time, Dongfang Shijin felt that the whole world had become unimaginable.

But ye Qingcheng rushed up, which at least showed that Dongfang Shijin was still so important in her heart.

Dongfang Shijin finished coating her with medicine, but did nothing. He just sat by the bed and looked at her secretly, like a kind of examination or invisible questioning.

"I......" Ye Qingcheng moved her lips. The silent atmosphere was too uncomfortable. She couldn't help opening her mouth, raised her eyes, and saw that the face of Dongfang Shijin was still hurt.

Ye Qingcheng was still sad after all. He propped up, turned over, took the cotton swab and disinfectant next to him, gently dipped some, and wiped the injured bridge of Dongfang Shijin's nose.

Ye Qingcheng wanted to say something, but the eyes of Dongfang Shijin kept looking at her, making her want to speak, but she didn't know what to say.

"Qingcheng, do you really love me so much?"

After a while, suddenly, Dongfang Shijin opened his mouth and saw that ye Qingcheng's skirt had retreated. Wearing only a black lace bra, they came together to deal with his wounds - they were like husband and wife who had lived together for a long time. Such a posture was also comfortable and there was no shame to hide.