Xia Zihao unscrewed the medicine bottle, and a cool smell came out. He gently dipped a little of it on his finger and applied it to the wound on Yu Yuanyuan's back.
The wounds on the back are almost all bruises, one after another, some are big and some are small.
Xia Zihao was a little strong, so when he applied it, it hurt so much that Yu Yuanyuan almost screamed.
"Those two women are dead," Xia Zihao said fiercely while watching.
Anyone who dares to hit him must be prepared to bear the consequences of his anger
"Hey, if it hurts, just scream. No one tells you to endure it, Yumu-Tou."
Xia Zihao didn't have any evil intentions at first, but as he applied it, he felt that the skin under his hands was quite delicate, like the skin of a newborn baby, which made him feel a little nostalgic.
The hand that originally had no ambiguous meaning gradually changed its taste.
"Yu Yuanyuan, you are really grateful to God for giving you good skin, otherwise your whole body would have no redeeming qualities."
Yu Yuanyuan was used to the young master's venomous words, so she pretended not to hear it. However, the young master's flirtatious and wandering hands made her blush a little.
"Young Master...that's all right"
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly felt something soft falling on her back. Yu Yuanyuan trembled and tried to avoid it, but was held down.
Xia Zihao held her waist with one hand and her shoulders with the other. His lips slowly moved up and landed on the back of her neck.
Yu Yuanyuan froze for a moment, and her face instantly turned pale.
"Master...don't do this"
"What don't you want?" Xia Zihao bit her nastily on the back of her neck, and then took her small earlobe into his mouth.
Yu Yuanyuan took a breath and struggled slightly.
"This is a tent...others will see it." While she was worried about being exposed, and at the same time wanted to resist Xia Zihao's approach, Yu Yuanyuan's nerves were stretched to the limit.
"When you see it, you see it." Xia Zihao doesn't care. He can do whatever he wants. No one dares to say anything.
"No," Yu Yuanyuan shouted loudly, and began to pick off Xia Zihao's hand on her waist with both hands.
She didn't want to be said like that again. She already had a bad reputation. Now that she was like this, she didn't know what kind of rumors would spread in the future.