Yun Wu handed Ye Xiang a box of medicine on the small table.
Ye Xiang took off the ghost face on his face, took the medicine, opened it, put a small piece on his fingertips, and gently applied it to her wound: "Does it hurt?"
Yun Wu shook her head: "It doesn't hurt, it's a little itchy."
Ye Xiang said coldly: "No matter how itchy it is, don't scratch it."
"I know, but the more you apply it, the more itchy it becomes. Please help me scratch the area next to it. Why is it so itchy suddenly?"
Yun Wu turned her head to look at the wound on the back of her shoulder, and saw that there was some redness around the scab. It might be that it was about to heal, so it was very itchy.
But when she turned around, the opening of the clothes on her chest opened wider, revealing some spring light.
Ye Shang's hand stopped applying the medicine, and he felt his whole body was on fire. Even his fingertips were hot, and the tips of his ears turned red.
His long and narrow eyes lacked the coldness of the past, and held a dangerous light.
Yun Wu did not doubt that he was there, and said: "Please help me scratch it, I'm so itchy."
"You can't catch him." Ye Xiang said with a cold face.
He turned Yun Wu's body around, suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and gave her the medicine again.
The technique was very gentle, but it would inevitably touch her skin and it would feel hot.
"The more you apply it on me, the more itchy it becomes." Yun Wu stretched out her hand uncomfortably and wanted to scratch the back of her head, but she couldn't let it itch.
It's so uncomfortable.
Ye Xiang reached out and grabbed her hand, wrapped her catkins in his big palm and said coldly: "You will break the skin if you scratch it like this."
"No matter, it's better than being so itchy." Yun Wu frowned and pursed her lips in discomfort.
Ye Xiang grabbed her hand to prevent her from moving, and whispered: "You can't grab it with your hands."
"What should I do? It's so itchy, oooh." Yun Wu couldn't bear it and started to twist.
The itching is getting worse and worse, and the feeling is no longer just on the shoulders, but has spread to the whole body, making the whole body uncomfortable.
Ye Shang held her in his arms and warned her in a low voice: "Don't move. I'll help you."
"How can I help? Didn't I say you can't use your hands... um... you..." Yun Wu's eyes widened at the moist touch on her shoulder, and she sat there stiffly.
This... the regent's thoughts are indeed different from others. He used his atavistic thoughts to scratch her itch with his tongue.
She had to say that it would not scratch the wound or damage the skin, and it could also relieve itching.
But this... wouldn't it make people think too bad?
Wow, who can bear this!
Yun Wu's helpless body trembled slightly, and her face was so red that she was about to bleed.
But she was also really itchy, and this would relieve it a lot, and she couldn't bear to let him stop.
But the regent suddenly stopped, and with a peerless face, he asked her to pull up her clothes: "Okay, it should be less itchy. No matter how itchy it is, you can bear it, and you are not allowed to scratch it with your hands."
Yun Wu nodded obediently, not daring to look at him.
The regent had sacrificed a lot to scratch her itch, and she didn't know how to thank him.
This is too exciting.
Ye Xiang stood up with a cold face: "Did you leave any hot and sour noodles for me?"
"Keep it and ask Bao Yi to get it for you."
"I'm going out to eat." Ye Xiang turned around and walked out the door, his back straight, and there didn't seem to be anything wrong, but if you look closely, you can see that this guy has the same hands and feet.
Yun Wu didn't dare to look back at him at all. Her heart was trembling a little, and she felt that the place where he had just scratched her was very hot.
The itch is no longer itchy, but there is a different kind of smell on it that is hard to ignore.
Yun Wu lay down and closed her eyes. She didn't dare to touch the wound with her hands. She shook her head and couldn't think about it. She just scratched the itch.
The Prince Regent looked pure and serious, how could she bring those astringent thoughts to bear, and how could she be worthy of the Prince Regent?
The Prince Regent was sitting in the small kitchen holding a bowl of hot and sour noodles. He took a bite of the noodles in his mouth, and after a while, the mouthful of noodles was still in his mouth.
He never knew that human skin could be so smooth and tender, and even the scabs on the wounds had a unique flavor.
He licked his tongue, still not satisfied.
But he knew he couldn't continue, he was afraid that he would not be able to control himself, and at that moment his thoughts were completely wild and wild.
This was something he had never experienced in all his years, and he thought he would never have those absurd thoughts in his life.
"Master, isn't this hot and sour rice noodles delicious?" Bao Yi looked at him strangely.
Why did the master pick up the hot and sour noodles and take a bite, holding it in his mouth for a long time without swallowing it.
This hot and sour rice noodle is so delicious. He ate four bowls tonight, but the master couldn't even take a bite.
If you don't want to eat, give it to me.
Bao Yi asked expectantly.
Ye Xiang took a gulp and stood up: "Go back home."
My tongue has tasted better delicacies, so how can I find this vulgar food delicious?
"yes."
Bao Yi waited for him to go out, quickly picked up the bowl of hot and sour noodles, took a few mouthfuls, quickly put it down and chased him out.
Ashu walked in and looked at the half-eaten hot and sour noodles. His flesh ached. This was such a waste of natural resources.
The Prince Regent only ate one bite of such good food.
He's not like his usual self. Before, he obviously ate as happily as they did, whether it was old duck soup or fried chicken.
Ashu changed her chopsticks and took a bite. It was as delicious as what she had eaten at night. Why didn't the regent eat it?
Ashu felt very strange. When he was washing Yun Wu in the evening, he said, "Miss, the regent seems to think that the hot and sour rice noodles are not delicious. Is he not used to those chili peppers?"
Yun Wu raised her eyebrows: "You said he didn't eat?"
It's impossible. Ye Shi obviously eats chili peppers. She had dinner at his house last time and she tasted the flavor of chili peppers. That's when she knew there were chili peppers in this era.
"Yes, I just took a bite and then took Father Baoyi back home. I didn't feel very happy, but I couldn't see his face and didn't know his expression."
But it was obvious that the regent was not particularly happy.
Yun Wu also felt strange. Could it be that the regent's tongue lost its sense of taste after licking the itch for her?
Then wouldn't it be a great sin for her to let the regent lose his sense of taste because of her?
Yun Wu thought that she would thank him properly tomorrow.
Ye Xiang lay on the soft couch of the carriage with a cold face, his tongue felt hot, and his whole body was still a little uncomfortable.
If he hadn't left quickly just now, he suspected that he would go crazy and act irrationally.
As expected, this woman Yun Wu is untouchable.
Ye Shang clenched his fists and closed his eyes to rest. What appeared in his mind was Yun Wu's round shoulders, as white as jade, smooth and white, with a knife wound on them.
What came to my ears was Yun Wu's subtle humming sound.
She turned slightly and moaned: "Prince Regent, I'm so itchy."
The regent opened his eyes, his narrow and seductive eyes filled with strong emotions. This woman damned made him feel even more uncomfortable.
The carriage drove into the Prince Regent's Palace. Ye Shi got off the carriage and went straight to the room and ordered as he walked: "Prepare water for bathing immediately."