Quickly Pass Through the Villain, He is Soft and Sweet

The phalanges are slender and slender, with well-defined joints, revealing a bright white cold light.

Her fingertips were slightly cold, and she couldn't help shrinking her neck.

"hiss--"

Putting his fingertips on the bruise, the man pressed it without changing his face.

Shen Wanqing snorted lightly due to the slight stinging pain, and slightly frowned Liu Mei.

Nine thousand years propped up his upper body and slowly leaned over. Because of her tall and slender height, that slender black shadow was enough to cover the girl's petite body.

He heard the girl humming softly, his eyes under the long eyelashes darkened for a moment, and then he sat back indifferently.

Raising his eyebrows lazily, the man mocked lightly, "It hurts?"

Before the girl could answer, he had already snorted, "You deserved it. This seat warned you to stay away from this seat."

"However, if you talk about being poor, the fifth princess is not so poor that you can't even find a medicine to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis?" Si Li narrowed his eyes and said casually: "I'm afraid the emperor still doesn't know."

The aggravated bruises and blood stasis, it is obvious at a glance that there is no blood circulation promoting and blood stasis removal and medicine rubbing.

Being pointed out by Si Li, Shen Wanqing didn't turn a corner. She raised her jaw and said, "There are reasons why you don't take the medicine!"

"Oh?"

The girl approached quickly, breathing hotly, "It's as if it can make our current Nine Thousand Years feel distressed~"

The warm breath was on the verge of bursting out, and the girl withdrew and left, leaving behind a slightly cold air.

The man's delicate and clear side face was as flat as stagnant water, his face was wild and lazy, and there was a lazy, sinister and dangerous look in his eyebrows and eyes.

"My heart is distressed?" Si Li snorted coldly, and there seemed to be some amusement and mockery in her beautiful eyes.

Shen Wanqing nodded, "Yes!"

She smiled, with a slightly frivolous and sly smile on her face.

The girl stood up casually, turned her toes, and sat on the boy's lap with her skirt fluttering.

She leaned against the man's cold arms, pinched the man's cheek boldly and presumptuously with her fingertips, and tugged.

Shen Wanqing said with a smile: "Don't rush to refute, because... refute is useless. You just feel bad!"

"Tell me, looking at my scars now, do you really regret what you did that day?" Shen Wanqing said softly with a slight smile between her brows and her arms around Si Li's shoulders.

regret?

The nine-thousand-year-old eyelashes drooped slightly, and the scattered eyes swept across the girl's smiling face, and then suddenly fell on the bruised and terrifying neck.

If he knew that the girl's skin was so delicate, and the bruises were not light but deepened in half a month, he would probably restrain himself a little.

Nine thousand years old's slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and when he slowly raised his eyes, he revealed indifferent eyes that were neither salty nor light.

He didn't answer this question, but stood up slowly, lifted the girl's collar from behind with his fingers, and threw her onto a chair beside him.

Seeing that Shen Wanqing was about to stand up again, Si Li's slender eyelashes lifted, revealing dark purple eyes.

Those eyes turned slightly to the side, and the light fell on the girl.

His voice was getting colder, and his expression was cold, "Sit down, don't let me get up."

Hearing this, Shen Wanqing curled her lips, but she was still obedient and did not stand up.

The man was slender and straight, handsome and evil, with the danger of evil and sycophant, but also with cold indifference.

She saw the dark purple figure slowly walk into a small wing on the left, and came out shortly after entering.

Shen Wanqing took a look, and she saw that the hand hidden in the dark purple sleeve was holding a small white porcelain bottle at the moment.