Chapter 1672 The Heart of the Most Poisonous Woman

Chapter 93 The Heart of the Most Poisonous Woman

Yan Beicheng was still the same as before, grinning in pain and complaining dissatisfiedly, "This king did this for you, you woman is so hard on you, really, ahem, the most poisonous woman's heart."

As he spoke, he couldn't help coughing while covering his lips, his face was slightly pale.

There was no trace of annoyance in Mo Shanghua's eyes, but hastily raised his hand and patted his chest, wanting to help him calm down, just when he put his palm on his chest, he was suddenly stunned, and his hands froze. .

She, how could she care so much about a person? Could it be that she subconsciously did so because he saved her?

He was puzzled in every possible way, but the corners of Yan Beicheng's lips curled up indistinctly, "This king has been hurt like this, and the concubine still wants to treat me lightly. It seems that this king really 'treated' you badly in the past." .”

Moshang Huaying's fair ears blushed for no reason, and she quickly withdrew her hand, "What nonsense are you talking about, besides, talking so much is not good for your internal injuries, you should just sit quietly , I will heal your wounds."

While speaking, he was about to squeeze the ointment and continue to apply it, but his eyes suddenly caught sight of the back of Yan Beicheng's hand, which he hadn't had time to take back just now. There was a bright red burn, and he knew it was just suffered today, and he hadn't had time to bandage it .

She relaxed her movements, pulled his hand over, looked at it carefully with lowered eyes, her eyebrows furrowed little by little, some unknown complex emotions flashed across her eyes, and she pursed her lips tightly, not knowing what to do. say what.

She silently took out a small bottle of ointment again, and carefully rubbed it on the back of his hand.

He suffered so many injuries because of her, but he never said anything about it. In fact...his forbearance is very strong, and those usually are just a disguise.

When Yan Beicheng lowered his eyes, he could only see Moshanghua's slender eyelashes with distinct roots, trembling slightly from time to time, as if gently scratching his heart like a feather, slightly itchy, but he couldn't bear to let go.

When Mo Shanghua took the gauze and wrapped his palms layer by layer, he couldn't help curling the corners of his lips, and joked: "I didn't realize that you have such a considerate and gentle side before. Could it be that your heart hurts?"

After hearing this, Moshanghua tightened the gauze on purpose, and seeing Yan Beicheng grinning in pain, she felt a lot of relief in her heart, and slightly raised the corners of her lips, "Of course 'distressed', but I don't know, this strength is for you Do you like it?"

"I like it...Of course I like it." Yan Beicheng endured the pain and forced a smile from between his teeth.

Mo Shanghua felt her eyebrows twitching, resisted the urge to use force, wrapped his hands in gauze, and then continued to bandage the wound on his shoulder, and then looked at him with a straight face .

"I want to ask you, why are you desperate to save me?"

While speaking, a nervousness flashed across her eyes that she hadn't even noticed, and she squeezed her cuff slightly with her slender fingers.

Yan Beicheng didn't answer right away, but raised his hand to touch his clean chin, thought for a while, and then said: "Probably because this king may like you more, and he doesn't want to be widowed at an early age, if not, what do you think could be the reason? Ok?"

In the depths of his clear and moonlight pupils, there was a slight sense of ignorance. Perhaps, even he himself didn't know what kind of mood was in his heart when he said those words.