"Damn it!" Investigating Zhiyan's physical condition, Ming Yihan lowered his curse again, clenched his fists, and showed a sharp murderous intent in his eyes. The Continental Heavenly Palace, sooner or later, he will destroy it, and he will use Qi Mufeng's head to do it.

To pay tribute to Yan'er to relieve pain today, they would better pray that Yan'er will not have any trouble, otherwise...

Ming Yihan's eyes were cold and cold, and his heart was extremely painful. If he had appeared earlier or brought Xiao Yan'er by his side, today would not have happened.

The blue eyes were dark, and he looked at Zhiyan, whose face was still pale, and his cold heart felt a little dull pain, penetrated deep into his bone marrow, pulling it like a torn.

When the last trace of medicine was penetrated into Zhiyan's body along the spiritual power output by Ming Yihan, the disordered aura finally adjusted, and the Yin and Yang Qi returned to balance and began to slowly move in her body.

Nearly half of his spiritual power was exhausted, Ming Yihan's forehead was sweating and he was a little tired. However, Zhiyan's eyes were still closed and she did not look like she woke up at all.

His eyebrows slightly closed and he thought for a moment. He finally turned to the inner bathroom and took a quick shower. When he appeared next to the bed again, he was holding a copper basin filled with warm water in his hand, and a brocade handkerchief was pinched.

Putting the copper basin on the head of the bed, Ming Yihan leaned over and wanted to take off all the clothes for Zhiyan, but her sternum was shattered and it was not easy to move. Her eyes flashed. The next second, Zhiyan's clothes were shattered and beautiful.

The beautiful body was exposed to the air in an instant.

Ming Yihan's blue eyes suddenly darkened, and his body sitting on the bed froze in place, his eyes fell on Zhiyan's body without a moment, as if he was stationary, and had not changed for a long time.

"Yeah!" A soft hum overflowed from Zhiyan's mouth, as if she felt cold, her body shrank slightly, and instantly called Ming Yihan back from her trance.

After browsing the ground, Ming Yihan's face, which was a suspicious blush on the cloth, his starry eyes flashed slightly, and he secretly glanced at Zhiyan.

Seeing that she was still sleeping, I felt a little relieved. The next second I couldn't help but hold my eyebrows up, stretched out my hand, wet my brocade in the water, gently rubbed Xiao Yan'er's delicate and beautiful little face, and moved the brocade down.

, slashed across her neck and fell to her collarbone. When her eyes condensed into Zhiyan's snow-white and plump beauty, her throat was dry and her body became hot.

Unconsciously, two clusters of flames rose up when they looked at Zhiyan's blue eyes, deep and passionate. If the little guy hadn't been injured, he would have turned into a wolf and pounced on him.

The delicate body in front of him is so beautiful and delicate, with an extremely attractive appeal, attracting his full mind.

Pressing the excitement in his heart, the brocade chewed over Zhiyan's softness and came to his abdomen, and then the quiet area.

With a loud bang, Ming Yihan's heart exploded, his mind was blank, the faint fragrance of virginity filled, and the heart pressed by his heart started to move uncontrollably again.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

The rhythm was getting faster and stronger, the whole cheeks were flushed, the breathing was rapid, the ice blue pupils were dark, the waves inside were surging, with a heart-pounding fierceness.

This strong reaction was something he had never had before. He was as indifferent and cold as him, and his heart had never even accelerated. However, just looking at Xiao Yan'er's body, he had this series of reactions, so strange that he was unable to do anything.

Cuo could only froze aside, holding the brocade handkerchief in his hand in mid-air, and he would not fall down!

After half an hour, Ming Yihan finally wiped Zhiyan. When she changed her clothes, she fell to the side as exhausted as she was exhausted and gasped.

This is undoubtedly a sexy but extremely harsh thing. He is afraid that if he continues, he will be injured by internal injuries.

"God!" A red light flashed, Qianhe came in from outside the door, holding the food in his hand, and stood respectfully aside.

"Well, take it." Ming Yihan responded lightly and stroked a strand of Zhiyan's ink hair behind his ears. His movements were gentle and delicate, and his face was full of pampering, as if he was caring for a treasure, letting him stand beside him

Qianhe couldn't help but frown.

When did the Emperor condescend and surrender so much that he actually stroked a woman's hair?

Ming Yihan glanced at the food brought by Qianhe, then picked up the green vegetable porridge that night, scooped up a spoonful, blew it to the right temperature in his mouth, and handed it to Zhiyan's lips and fed her personally.

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Qianhe's eyes widened, unable to believe it, and there was a huge surprise in his eyes. If it was natural to stroke a woman's hair, then feeding her would be very unnatural.
Chapter completed!