Fantasy: My green plum is actually the heroine

Fan Yunmo's injury was eroded by the soul killing gun, although he sealed the wound in time and took the pill, but in Yan Xueli's merciless tossing, I am afraid that he will not be cured in half a month.

As for Yan Xueli's injury, although it looked serious, Mo Li Jian did not have the erosive properties of the soul killing gun, and he could almost heal it by taking a pill.

Fan Yunmo, who woke up in a daze the next day, covered his forehead with one hand, and his memory of last night gradually recovered, only feeling that his heart was so tired, and he gasped in pain.

Ravaged by her last night to the point of almost crippled, it was just... Ay.

I can only blame myself for my luck, what is bad, but it is the half-cut jade pendant, it is inevitable to be detected, and his wife's personality is also bad, whenever he is angry, his end is always more miserable, and he is used to it.

Fan Yunmo got up slightly and looked at the wound, there were faint traces of blood seeping out, and he couldn't help but slander Yan Xueli in his heart that he was really ruthless.

And the culprit Yan Xueli is hanging on him at the moment sleeping sweetly, the half-hidden window blows a trace of cool breeze, blowing through Yan Xueli's fair and soft hair, comfortable face, quiet and beautiful.

When it is quiet, it is like a fairy who has fallen into the dust by mistake, making people unbearable to touch it, lest they be disturbed.

It is a pity that under this completely stunning face, there is a bloodthirsty wild beast hidden.

"Tweet?"

The little fox outside the door saw him wake up and hurried into the house and shouted a few times for him to get some food, after all, it was almost noon, and he hadn't even eaten breakfast!

"Are you okay with eating? You didn't necessarily save me last night! Fan Yunmo glared at him, vaguely remembering his weak hiding on the side.

"Tweet..."

The little fox's meaning is obvious: the owner himself caused trouble, solve it himself.

Fan Yunmo sighed lightly, knowing that it was not his fault, if he wanted to blame it, he could only blame the hour for being too coincidental, he just wanted to come out of the courtyard, and he was also very depressed why Yan Xueli came back so early.

If he knew that it was actually the little fox who had been dreaming of the big treasure chicken, so that Yan Xueli had to come back early, he would not feel that he was right.

Fan Yunmo glanced at Yan Xueli, who was still sleeping deeply, did not wake her up, tiptoed up and covered the quilt, and then skillfully medicated and bandaged by himself.

At least the precious elixir can reduce the burden of erosion from the soul killing gun.

"Tweet!"

Fan Yunmo glanced at him: "Want to eat?"

The little fox nodded frantically at his feet.

Fan Yunmo scoffed disdainfully: "It's quite beautiful to think about." "

.......

The smell of blood in the room was strong, but Yan Xueli slept extremely peacefully, and even had a pleasant and comfortable look between her eyebrows, as if she was dreaming.

After taking a bath, Fan Yunmo looked at her happy appearance, her heart was mixed, and she didn't know how to react, and muttered: "Sister Xueli really likes the breath of blood..." The

futon was dyed blood red, and Yan Xueli lay there quietly like a blooming peony flower, elegant and holy but with a fatal temptation.

"Madam, madam, it's time to get up and take a bath."

Fan Yunmo stretched out his slender fingers to poke Yan Xueli's shoulder and called, after all, she was also stained with her own blood, which was always inappropriate.

And the sheets and bedding have to be changed, otherwise they will be mistaken for some murder scene.

Who expected, Yan Xueli turned over, avoided his fingers, and muttered: "Don't make trouble, husband." Then

he hugged his bloody pillow and went back to sleep.

Fan Yunmo: "..."Doesn't she know that she has blood on her body?

Such nonsense.

He sighed, and could only slowly fade for Yan Xueli himself.

As Yan Xueli's clothes fell off little by little, her white and delicate skin was exposed, and her slender and straight jade legs were displayed in the air.

Fan Yunmo didn't blink his eyes, threw Yin Hong's clothes into the storage ring, and then wrapped her in a futon, picked her up horizontally and put it aside.

Replace the sheets and bedding before putting the beauty back in place.

The blood-stained futon was peeled off, and the stains on her face and body were gently wiped off with a clean towel, her loose hair was tied up, and the healing medicine was taken out to wipe an inch of the scars on Yan Xueli's body, at least there would be no scars.

Then change Yan Xueli into a clean and loose dress, tie a belt, and everything is done in an orderly manner.

It's not the first time, it's very smooth.

During this period, Yan Xueli was at the mercy and did not open her eyes, perhaps she was really tired.

Fan Yunmo held the back of her neck, carefully put her down, pulled her on a thin quilt, tightened the corners of the quilt,

and "Whew~" was finally done.

Fan Yunmo was breathing a sigh of relief.

Yan Xueli suddenly opened her eyes, smiled and stretched out her slender arm to hook Fan Yunmo's neck, pulled him closer to her arms, whispered her lips close to his ear, whispered in a low voice, and greeted lazily.

"Husband, it's early."

In a word, his heart that had just been relieved lifted.

Fan Yunmo felt her warm snort spraying on his ears, and the itchy feeling hit his whole body, and he was stiff all over his body, and he didn't dare to move.

Because she actually deliberately touched her wounds.

From Yan Xueli's warm arms, he raised his head slightly, and his eyes were facing each other.

Fan Yunmo looked at her close by, clearly smelled the faint smell of blood coming from her lips, and said with disgust: "Since you are awake, why pretend to sleep."

"I just want to spend a little more time with my husband, and besides, my husband hasn't finished compensating for being a wife." Yan Xueli's soft and sticky voice spread throughout Fan Yunmo's mind.

Fan Yunmo gritted his teeth: "Bit, lick, what compensation do you want?"

Yan Xueli said with a smile: "It's still a kiss, my husband's wound is not good yet, how can I give my husband to work hard, I will come by myself."

After speaking, he also touched his wound pretendly.

“！？"

The sudden kiss caught Fan Yunmo off guard.

When he slowed down, Fan Yunmo felt the mellow and quiet taste of blood coming from between his lips and teeth, tasted the taste in her mouth, and was immediately surprised: "Hmm!

She moved slightly from her lips.

"Shh, husband, don't talk, I want to taste the taste of husband-jun again..." Yan Xueli finished speaking, and also used her index finger to run across Fan Yunmo's lips.

He didn't know when he was pushed to the side of the bed by Yan Xueli, pressing on himself and tasting it wantonly, as if he wanted to break his teeth one by one, gnawing at his lips and sucking his fluid.

After a kiss, Yan Xueli stopped moving, and her eyes were full of teasing.

Caressed his face casually, then pulled a robe over his body, threw down the half-cut jade pendant, and got up and tied his belt.

With his hair tied in dishevel, he walked outside the house.

Fan Yunmo: "............."

How do you feel like being prostituted?

"Lady, you..."

Yan Xueli, who was walking out, stopped her steps, and then slowly turned her head, hooked her lips and smiled: "The husband still wants to punish?" "

You're going out like that!?"

"What's wrong?"

Yan Xueli glanced down at her clothes, a thin outer robe wrapped around her delicate body, and a belt tied around her waist, lining her chest even fuller and more proud.

Simple and generous, without losing beauty.

Obviously, this kind of dress is very normal, but Fan Yunmo always feels astringent, and even reveals a touch of evil.

"I just went out to make something to eat for my husband."

"That doesn't work either."

Fan Yunmo got up and pulled her back, asking Yan Xueli to change his clothes again until he was satisfied.