The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort

Chapter 1688: Xia Wan'er Chapter 196

After being eaten again inexplicably, Xia Wan'er lay weakly on the bed, and the skin exposed outside the bed was full of traces left behind after excitement.

If there is an option in life, she wants to go to sleep here.

During the rare vacation, it was a little dark outside, and she had not managed to get up from this bed.

She doesn't even have the strength to turn around. There is a kind of consciousness that has been wandering, but the brain is talking about the unreality of a ghost.

On the other hand, Qiao Mingye is really no different from daytime!

So angry!

Suddenly, a refreshing feeling of comfort spread from her back. She raised her eyes with difficulty, and saw Qiao Mingye gently rubbing something on herself.

"Wanwan, put on this, these marks will disappear after a few hours, and you will feel more comfortable."

Hearing this, the last touch in Xia Wan'er's heart disappeared instantly.

She stared at her beautiful eyes and asked weakly, "Why are you taking out such a good plaster now?"

If it were taken out earlier, she would not ask for leave today, and she wouldn't have to stay here now.

She has the right to suspect that he was deliberate and has evidence!

"It's me who is wrong, and I will prepare it in the future. It is my fault that made my Wanwan suffer." Qiao Mingye kissed her heartily.

"Actually, it's okay."

Listening to his self-blaming voice, Xia Wan'er bit her lip with a guilty conscience, but in fact, the main responsibility lies with herself.

If she could come back to last night, she would slap herself fiercely before she said that, and then if nothing happened, she would wake up early tomorrow, so she should go to bed early and good night.

Just as she was wandering, Qiao Mingye's hot palm went down, and finally covered her waist which was not full.

"I didn't use much force, how could it be so heavy? Doesn't it really hurt?" The bruise marks there were the most terrifying, and he said distressedly: "I'll be lighter tonight."

"What?" Xia Wan'er turned over in fright, and pulled the quilt back tightly. "It won't work anymore. I'm afraid I will die here."

Unexpectedly, Qiao Mingye just kissed her lips lightly, pulled the quilt to her, and said with a smile: "Take you a bit, don't catch a cold."

Xia Wan'er looked at his face suspiciously.

He smiled and walked to the closet, turned his back to her and took off his bathrobe: "I have something tonight. I will be back very late. You go to bed early after eating, don't wait for me."

"What's the matter?" Xia Wan'er found out that there were red marks on his back, mottled and staggered, and some seemed to be crusted.

Xia Wan'er was looking down at her nails, sinking into deep self-blame.

It was just a kiss on his body, and it didn't hurt to look terrible, but this scar on his back was a genuine scar, and he didn't even notice it.

"Nanfeng said that Li Dong had an appointment with the buyer to trade at the bar tonight. I'll go take a look." Qiao Mingye put on his shirt, buttoned his head and turned back, seeing her sitting on the bed with her mouth flat, stepping forward with concern Asked, "What's wrong?"

Xia Wan'er looked at him worrying about herself, and her heart became more uncomfortable.

She reached out to unbutton the clothes he had just buttoned, and reached for the medicine on the bedside with her other hand: "Take it off."

"Wife," Qiao Mingye grabbed her little hand, kissed her, and said, "There is not enough time now, I will come back as soon as possible."

Xia Wan'er blushed, pulled her hand back angrily, and shook the ointment: "I think too much, I just want to help you wipe the scar on your back."

Qiao Mingye was moved, looking at her slightly pursed red lips, he still couldn't help but circled her into his arms and kissed her wantonly. There was flames in his eyes, and his breath was slightly thick: "Wait for the night. "

Xia Wan'er was so weak after being kissed that she could only stare at her and make senseless resistance.

Yes, someone seems to have said before that someone who has been single for twenty-eight years has to be stared at, otherwise he doesn’t know how to constrain—I thought it was a joke, but I didn’t expect it to be true!