One of the piles of white ointment was newly developed by her idle recently, all put it in one!
She wanted to take it over.
Cang Qiao's eyebrow peak was slightly raised, her wrist turned, and she didn't let her grab: "So, this is Ruo Ruo Ruo suddenly to me ..."
"It's not, this is what Jingming asked me to help develop!" Ming Lan's face interrupted his face, and made a righteous doctor.
Sorry, Jingming, use your name.
Cang Qiao narrowed his eyes: "Oh, is it? What does Jing Ming want to do so? When playing with a big knife, wipe the knife on the knife and make it better?"
If Ming Lan did not change the color: "Last time you were poisoned, Jing Ming was also in the case. There were some situations between her and Chen Ning, and the two of them were detoxifying together."
Cang Qiao heard that he had some interest: "Really?"
She paused, made impatient, and said faintly: "In short, this is Jingming's private affairs, this is her ointment, don't move me, give it to me!"
Cang Qiao did not immediately give her the ointment, but played it for a while, and sniffed it lightly, and asked lazily: "Ruo Ruo, how did it perform in today's seat, the grandfather of the country is out of breath?"
If Ming Lan was stunned, when he saw him turn the topic, he would not reach out to grab.
Coupled with the red marks and wounds in his handsome face and chest, she still softened: "The master of the supervisor shows, of course, it is very good."
Cang Qiao suddenly laughed: "Just satisfied."
Having said that, he suddenly held her wrist back in his backhand, pressed her fiber on his clavicle, picking the corner of his eyes, evil spirits and different voices, but his voice was gentle and slightly dumb: "Then please reward me for me.
...... "
Reward me ...
If Ming Lan looked at the white skin under the palm, there were so many red marks of scarlet and even broken skin, but there was a kind of brutal and destructive beauty.
His wound was burned due to damage ...
She couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, narrowing her eyes.
The people underneath just now are a bit large. His robe is not much different from wearing it. It shows most of the pale chest and shoulders. The muscle swelling lines are beautiful and wild.
Especially those red marks embellished on his chest, but it seemed to be decorated.
She tilted her head and looked at him, and suddenly felt like a plant that was born in the dark, but she was pale, but she was open and enchanting.
Seeing that her eyes became strange, he suddenly laughed, holding her hand, from the exquisite brow bone that was injured to the tall nose bridge to her lips, cheeks, throat knots, chest, lower abdomen ...
Then, then
Ming Lan Ruo's palm was hot, she instinctively wanted to pull away from her palm, but she did not move in the end.
Sweat beads appeared on his nose, his breathing gradually became hot, but his eyes did not leave her face, just staring at her and laughing: "Little mother, really don't appreciate me ..."
If Ming Lan was silent, he let him pull herself all the way to do whatever he wanted to ignite the wind. She narrowed her eyes, suddenly pressed her knees, and pressed directly between his long legs.
She held his face with one hand and sighed: "What kind of rewards do you want, this?"
Her soft and rich lips have fallen on his brow bone injuries, red marks on the bridge of the nose, and wet breathing entanglement with each other.
Later, her lips followed his cheeks again, slipped off his ears, and asked softly: "But really reward, can the medicine be white?"
These days, for the convenience of the picture, she is wearing men's clothing, but it is very convenient to move very well.
This person is really a strange contradiction. It is obviously so yin and deep, like a person who is like the abyss of the night, full of dangerous atmosphere.
But sometimes this kind of fragile and confused look, like a beautiful glass of glazed.
I want to break him when I look at it.
Of course, who is finally broken, that is not necessarily.
No wonder the emperor would be so desperate, dangerous and confused, but it was like a human -shaped king.
Cang Qiao padded her hand and poured her head on the soft couch. She was scattered on the bed like silk satin.
Do you say? "
His fingertips hooked her neckline and pulled her closer to herself. This chapter has been completed!