Yan Xiaoyu looked up at him and realized that he just wanted to help her take care of the wound. She slowly stretched out her leg, pointed at the hideous wound on her calf and said, "See? It's all your fault. Now you feel guilty, right?"
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Xiao Ninglan snorted coldly, tapped the acupuncture points on her calf to stop the bleeding, then bandaged her, and said coldly, "You deserve it. When you hid under my bed and stole my things, why didn't you think of today?"
Yan Xiaoyu screamed in pain from his action of tying the fabric, wrinkled her pretty little face and complained, "I just, just stole a little bit of your stuff, and you're taking revenge on me like this. How can a man be as stingy as you?"
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Xiao Ninglan lifted up her dress and looked at the injuries on her legs. She saw that her legs were all broken. He frowned and stretched out his slender fingers to touch her injured areas.
Yan Xiaoyu screamed sensitively. She couldn't tell whether it was pain or something else. Xiao Ninglan's fingers continued to move up. Yan Xiaoyu's face turned red and her body seemed not to obey her own orders. She wanted to push his hand away, but she was unable to do so. She let out a
Her voice was so charming that he almost surprised himself, "Xiao Ninglan, you, go away!"
Xiao Ninglan smiled evilly, and a seductive expression appeared on her handsome face, "Do you really want me to go away?"
"Sex!" Yan Xiaoyu raised her foot and kicked her hard, but her calf was in pain like cramp. She leaned back and almost fell into the fire. Xiao Ninglan grabbed her foot and covered her whole body.
Looking at her flushed face, he smiled evilly, "Are we consummating our marriage today?"
"Xiao Ninglan, you pervert!" Yan Xiaoyu kept struggling, "You have to be worthy of your concubine Hu Xian. Have you forgotten? You like her so much..."
Xiao Ninglan's beautiful phoenix eyes narrowed into a sinister slit. Yan Xiaoyu looked at the deepening color in his phoenix eyes and exclaimed, "Just wake up, it was me who ate the Huaichun fruit, not you..."
Xiao Ninglan's thin lips covered her small ear beads, and Yan Xiaoyu trembled under her body, "Don't touch me, Xiao Ninglan, we can't be sorry to the people we like..."
Xiao Ninglan narrowed her eyes slightly and sneered. Yan Xiaoyu arched her body in pain. Xiao Ninglan snorted coldly, "Who do you like?"
Yan Xiaoyu closed her eyes and tightly grasped Xiao Ninglan's shoulders with her painful hands. Her body was trembling continuously, as if she was going through a world of ice and fire. She gasped, "I like, the person I like is definitely not you.
So you can't touch me!"
Xiao Ninglan squinted at her and sneered, "Don't think I don't know who you like, isn't it Feng Mochen?"