The water was a bit cold. The red skirt on her body was relatively thin. She took off a few straps and took off. There was no lining inside, only a small bellyband.

Wen Renyu was busy helping her to wipe the blood on her body and deal with those wounds, and didn't pay attention to other places.

The woman said that she was not injured. There were several injuries on her arm and back, even one on her leg.

Those people probably wanted her intact, most of the time she cut her back with a knife. Therefore, except for the flesh wound on her shoulder, the wound was bruised everywhere.

It's really strong, and now there's no pain in shouting.

She was lying softly on his lap and let him do whatever he wanted.

Waiting to help her clean up, he asked her: "Does it hurt?"

Her tender white skin flesh flew out, and she felt panic when she looked at it.

But she didn't answer.

He looked down and realized that she was asleep.

Frightened and exhausted, it is not easy to support till now.

He helped her change clothes.

When her fingers touched her white and tender skin, her heart gradually became a little hot.

The morning sun fell on her, and her skin was already white, and it was reflected more and more like a layer of shining light.

Gradually his eyes fell on her, and gradually, he could no longer move.

I don't know why, I suddenly remembered the peony in the Queen Mother's house called Zhao Fan.

When he was young, he liked to run into the queen's yard and take down the leaves of the peony, especially when the peony was called Zhao Fan by the palace people, and his fingers were holding the pink and tender petals. Satisfaction.

Now his fingers touched her, and he was lingering. He was afraid that he would make a red mark on her, and he was afraid to force it, but in his mind, he remembered the Zhao Fan who had become a petal on the ground.

It was still she frowned and groaned in her sleep that he was shocked by his disability and looked down. The place where she had just been touched by his finger had turned pale red.

This skin is really too delicate.

He scrambled to help her dress her clothes and cleaned his wound again, knowing that this place could not stay long, so he continued on the road.

When I was in a city, I watched Lang Zhong with her and took medicine again.

About guilty.

The next two days, Wen Renyu was very diligent in what he did.

He didn't have to call the nerd aloud, he had already prepared her clothes and porridge.

Yan Ge looked at him curiously: "Don't you be scared by what happened on that day? Why are these days so abnormal?"

Who was scared?

He didn't want to say that sometimes she seemed to have a nightmare at night, frowning tightly, and holding his arms or the meat on her waist tightly with her hands, and she was forced to give him the meat. Take the next piece.

And when she clenched her fingers, he couldn't even pinch. Of course, he didn't dare to force too much, for fear of pinching her delicate fingers into two sections.

He can pat her on the back to appease without a teacher, or hold her in her arms and touch her body over and over again to relax her.

This is really kind of torture and pain ...

Partially he was the one who was tortured, and he was a guilty conscience every day, for fear she knew.

Too shameful, he was waiting for her to hook him up.

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Chicken: I'm so stupid, that wood is hooking you all the way ...