Bestow Me a Love Like Wind

The cold ointment and the aroma of mint spread all over her body at once. The cool and pleasant feeling relieved the hot affected area that she had just injured.

However, as long as she lowered her head, she could see the look of Lengscheng looking down at her with indifferent eyes...especially, his fingers were still rubbing the medicine on her, and the cold ointment was on him. The warm and dry fingertips were unscrewed, giving people a feeling of incomprehension, a little bit shy anyway, and after being shy, it felt unspeakable!

You can treat that feeling as a comfortable feeling when the ointment is applied to the affected area. Of course, she knows that this is not the case.

She only had him as a man, and she only loved him as a man. Even if she resented that he never took her to heart and worried about the woman he had never cut off, she knew that he might still remember Xu Zipei. But, anyway, they were together for three years. He knew every part of her body and knew how to make her surrender to him as quickly as possible, even if she was not very happy.

She only needs to look at him with her head down, her eyes looking at her seriously, and the appearance of applying ointment to her. His slightly long bangs drooped, his hair was floating, and his long eyelashes couldn't hide the gloom of a pair of amber eyes. His eyes were very focused and his expression was calm. His thin lips were slightly pursed, and even his delicate long eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. Gu Qingqing knew this expression, indicating that he was doing things seriously. From his expression, there was no trace of an ambivalent atmosphere at all, as if he was not helping her with medicine at all, but repairing a precious piece of porcelain.

However, his forbidden-yu-like temperament seems to be more inviting than his usual crazy and tyrannical appearance-fanciful.

She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, not looking at him or thinking about it. But the more I don’t look, think, and close my eyes, in such a quiet environment, her senses seem to be infinitely magnified, and his gesture of soothing her wounds is almost pervasive. The brain, her whole mind is him.

After finally waiting for him to retreat, Gu Qingqing just breathed a sigh of relief. Who knows, Leng Sicheng dug a tablespoon again just because the ointment on his finger was wiped out, and continued to apply the medicine. As soon as she met her, she felt as if her heart was disturbed by a feather. From her toes, to her legs, her torso, her heart and her brain, there was an indescribable tingling all over her body. The itchy feeling of hemp made it hard for him to hold on to himself!

When Lengs City treated her furiously, she didn't feel much except humiliation and anger. But this is the case now...in an untimely situation, the wound is a bit painful and itchy, and his fingernails are as if they have been trimmed deliberately, and the movements are very gentle. She is like a dying fish in a laboratory, pierced with a scalpel, studying her various structures. She just happened to...

She gripped the bed sheet hard and closed her eyes tightly, even if her lower lip was bitten, she still bitten it gently-for fear of an indecent noise or two. She stretched straight all over, she didn't even dare to move, just wondering why time flies so slowly? Where is this medicine? It's deadly!