Chapter 527 If You Use Too Much, It Will Hurt.

"You say that I don't care about you anymore." Su Xiangwan's face flushed, why did this man become more and more hooligan.

Mu Beiting's black eyes were deep, he looked directly at her wronged and said, "I'm hurt."

Su Xiangwan snorted softly, after all, he couldn't bear to care about him.

Carefully take off his shirt for him and let him lie on the sofa.

Looking into the eyes, on the man's vigorous back, there are staggered bruises, several of which are mixed with bloodstains, and there are several scars from the last injury, which is shocking.

Su Xiangwan's eyes turned red, and he stroked it with trembling little hands, choked up and said, "How did you do it?"

Mu Beiting lowered his eyes slightly, and said slowly, "Go and fight the dragon."

Su Xiangwan was slightly absent-minded, but tears rolled down his face.

Legend has it that in order to protect the princess, the warrior went to fight the dragon.

So, is it because of him?

She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, pretending to be relaxed and said, "Is it that fire-breathing dragon?"

"En." He replied.

After taking the cotton ball and iodophor, she said softly, "She's really bad."

Mu Beiting didn't make another sound, but quietly felt her little hand caressing his back.

Her little hands are as delicate and smooth as mutton jade, and when they are stroked, they are indescribably comfortable.

Su Xiangwan's eyes were red, and patches of bruises and bruises were intertwined on his back, all of which were streaks.

One look, you know it was drawn by something.

For no reason, she thought of Mrs. Mu's crutch with a dragon's head.

When she sees Mrs. Mu next time, she will definitely burn that crutch as a firewood stick.

She applied the medicine very lightly, but it was not difficult to imagine how much pain he would have.

But unfortunately, the man who usually likes to sell miserably, doesn't say a word.

If it weren't for the tightness of his back, she would almost have thought that he wasn't in so much pain.

Tears still poured out of his eyes uncontrollably, one after another, transparent teardrops hit his back heavily.

Su Xiangwan rubbed it carelessly, and continued to treat his injuries carefully.

Hot tears fell on his back, like clusters of charcoal fire, which made his heart ache.

The room was very quiet, filled with a faint medicinal fragrance.

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After an unknown amount of time, she healed the injury on his back, and gently pressed her side face against his back, feeling his warmth.

Mu Beiting turned over, pulled her up from the ground, and pressed her directly on him.

Su Xiangwan frowned: "Don't make trouble, your back..."

Mu Beiting's voice was low: "Not so delicate."

"That won't work, it will hurt." She struggled to get up from him.

Instead, his two long legs clamped her directly, and his big hands hugged her waist tightly, saying nothing to let her get up.

Her chest was tightly pressed against his chest, his eyes darkened a little, and his voice was hoarse: "Wanwan, my hands hurt too."

"What's wrong with the hand? The hand is also injured?"

Su Xiangwan was stunned when he heard it.

She didn't notice his hand at all just now, and hurriedly grabbed his big hand and examined it carefully.

His big hands are slender and fair, with neatly trimmed nails, clean and strong.

Su Xiangwan was at a loss, he couldn't see any injuries on his hands.

She thought about it, held his hand more carefully, bit her lower lip and asked, "Did you hurt your bones?"

"No."

"What kind of pain is that? Where is the injury?"

Su Xiangwan spoke more and more urgently, and the tears of haste blurred his eyes again.

He bit her small mouth and said in a hoarse voice: "If you use it too much, it will hurt."