Chapter 4664 Touch Enough

Yun Dai didn't say anything, she knelt down in front of him and concentrated on applying the powder to every tooth mark on his shoulder.

Zhao Yuanjing allowed her to do anything without moving.

After the entire bottle of medicine was used up, she settled in, looked at it carefully for a moment, and said with satisfaction: "Not bad, this should be enough."

Tingling.

Zhao Yuanjing couldn't help but turn his head and glance at his shoulder, and couldn't help but be shocked: "What...what's going on?"

Sprinkling the powder on it not only failed to stop the bleeding, but made the wound worse.

And it hurts more and more.

Zhao Yuanjing seriously doubted whether the woman had taken the wrong medicine.

"Show me what's on the bottle," he demanded.

"Although I'm old, my eyes are still bright and I can see words clearly." Yun Dai refused.

Zhao Yuanjing raised his eyebrows: "Tell the truth."

Yun Dai hid the bottle under the pillow and said: "Good medicine tastes bitter, and good medicine will of course hurt. If you tolerate it a little, the pain will stop after a while. As I age, I have become more delicate, and I can't even bear such a small injury." Tolerate."

"You have the nerve to say that I don't know who has itchy teeth and wants to bite."

"I'll bite you to make you disobedient."

"You were fooling around with others yesterday, and I didn't teach you a lesson, but you yelled at me. It seems that I can't punish you today!"

Zhao Yuanjing knew where she was most ticklish, so he grabbed her and scratched her specifically.

Yun Dai rolled on the bed laughing.

"Stop making trouble, I'll get angry if you make more trouble!" She laughed until she was out of breath, she wanted to be angry, but she couldn't help but laugh.

"You didn't come back all night. You drank, touched hands, and watched people perform in operas. I heard that you wanted to find a young actress in the opera troupe? Why, my husband can't serve you anymore, can I?"

"Just listening to the opera, this is called art!" Yun Dai emphasized, "Appreciating art has nothing to do with anything else!"

"What is art? Does it have anything to do with a face with red lips and white teeth?"

"..."

"Look at how guilty you are!" Zhao Yuanjing pinched the soft flesh on her waist, "You have been with me for a long time and you are tired of it. You want to find something new, right?"

Yun Dai patted his hand: "Don't make trouble, am I a person who likes the new and dislikes the old? Besides, your appearance..."

"What happened to my appearance?"

"How can you look like those ordinary people?" Yun Dai hugged his hand and begged for mercy, "I was wrong, I was really wrong. I will never touch other people's hands again."

"Go and touch it, touch it enough."

"Hey, I still like to touch your hand." Yun Dai grabbed his hand, "My husband is one of the best in the world, and even his hands are unmatched."

"anything else?"

"And...the skin is also good, tender and smooth."

"Are you using this word to praise a man?"

"You have a good figure, too." Yun Dai slid her hands from his chest to his waist, "These muscles, this tight waist, these mermaid lines, these legs..."

Zhao Yuanjing's breathing was slightly suffocated, he hooked her leg and whispered: "I miss you."

He took the hairpin out of her hair.

A head of long black hair poured down.

With a casual pull, the belt of the clothes opened.

Yun Dai lay on the bed, looked up at him, and said with a smile, "Does your shoulder not hurt?"

Only then did Zhao Yuanjing remember it and tilted his head and glanced.

Yun Dai's fingers traced the tooth mark on his shoulder and whispered, "What I applied to you was carnivorous grass."

"What?" Zhao Yuanjing stared at her in shock.

Sure enough, he remembered correctly, this carnivorous grass was a poison given to her by Leng Rushuang.