princess poisonous

Holding Qingge, biting her tender skin, he remembered that she once asked him "Do you love me?"

At that time, he was unwilling to answer, but now, holding this delicate body and smelling the faint but familiar fragrance from her body, he finally understands that he loves her, right?If this is not love, then he does not know what love is.

He fell in love with her, but did she love him?

He had snatched her by force, and she always looked very resistant to him.

Thinking of this, his mood suddenly became chaotic, he let go of her, and ordered: "Drive!"

Singing and sweating.

There was someone in front!

"By the way, my sister..." Qingge thought of Xiao Li.

He glared at her fiercely, "I sent someone to rescue her, you go home obediently, and if you risk yourself for that little girl in the future, I will be the first to kill her!"

"..." This domineering man!

Back in the room, Qingge was still worried about Xiao Li, and opened her mouth to ask, but was pushed into the bathroom by Na Hanjue, "Go take a bath! It's so dirty!"

"My sister..." Qingge broke the door frame and refused to go in.

Na Hanjue frowned, "If I say I won't die, I'm sure I won't die, or do you want me to go in and wash it for you?"

"..." Qingge closed the door and locked it firmly.

Nasty man!

I have never seen a more domineering person than him!

After coming out of the shower, Na Hanjue grabbed her and reached out to pick up her bathrobe.

"Na Hanjue!" Qingge slapped his hand off angrily.

"Don't move!" He pressed her hard and lifted the bathrobe around her waist.

Only then did Qingge notice that he had a tube of burn ointment in his hand for unknown reasons.

She almost forgot that at that time her waist was swept by a burning foreign object, and she didn't feel it when she wasn't paying attention, but when she looked down at the water-white blisters on her waist, she suddenly felt a heart-rending pain.

Na Hanjue held Qingge with one hand, unscrewed the ointment with the other, and applied the ointment finely to her burnt area. Even though his movements were gentle, Qingge still groaned in pain.

"Hold it!" Na Hanjue's face darkened, and his voice sounded as if Qingge owed him millions.

As expected, Qingge pursed his lips and endured it. He applied it for a while, letting the ointment spread out completely, and then stopped rubbing, staring at the scorched blisters on the white skin in a daze, with an ugly expression on his face.

Qingge pulled off the bathrobe in a hurry, gave him a look, snatched the ointment from his hand, grabbed his hand, and quickly applied the ointment to the back of his hand.

Na Hanjue's body trembled in pain, Qingge stared, "Hold it!"

"..."

Qingge held Na Hanjue's hand, the back of his hand was blood red, and the blisters on it had burst at some point, with a bit of burnt black, it looked horrible.

She was injured like that just by being swept by the burning foreign object, not to mention that he used a fleshy palm to block the burning foreign object?

"I'm fine." Na Hanjue looked at his palm nonchalantly, trying to withdraw his hand from the light singer.

Qingge held it tight, like him just now, spread the ointment on his hands finely, and after applying the ointment on the back of his hand, he opened his palm, although it was better than the back of his hand, it was still a bloody mess.

Remembering that she was in the sea of ​​fire just now, the clothes on her waist were burning, and without thinking, he patted the sparks off her waist with his palm.

She was only thinking about Xiao Li, she was out of her mind, and the wound that she had neglected, but he was thinking about it, and stood guard outside the door, just to apply the medicine for her at the first time, but he didn't care about the wound on his body .