Su Qingqing's brows became tighter and tighter. She was so stupid that she could believe Nanfeng's lie to comfort her.

   "Hehe, don't worry, I'm joking, a little injury won't get in the way."

   He clasped Su Qingqing's wrist and pulled her back to his side again, his generous palm resting on top of her head.

   "The bandages don't need to be changed. I want to drink some water."

  Su Qingqing was stunned for half a second, blinked, and responded, "Okay, I'll pour it for you."

   "However, can you let go of my hand first, otherwise I'll give you a hand." Su Qingqing struggled hard, but no one wanted to let go at all.

   Quan Moting raised his beautiful eyebrows, and relaxed as if nothing was happening, the corners of his mouth were always up and bent with a slight arc.

   It was the first time I saw something sincere in Su Qingqing's eyes.

   shone brightly, making him unable to move his eyes.

   "Why are you looking at me like that, quickly drink the water, and then have a good sleep."

  The man's gaze was too hot, and no matter how strong Su Qingqing's determination was, he couldn't hold it.

   Putting the water glass in Quan Moting's hand, Su Qingqing turned her face away and changed the subject hesitantly.

   "Well, why did you get hurt all of a sudden, who did it?"

   She really can't think of who is so powerful, who can hurt such a powerful Demon King like this.

   Quan Moting leaned on the head of the bed with his upper body half naked, his whole body was almost wrapped in bandages without a trace, and some parts of the lower abdomen and left chest were still slowly seeping blood.

  Su Qingqing's visual observation suggested that the two wounds should be the deepest.

   Quan Moting looked at her very quietly, not caring at all about the small injuries, "You should ask me what happened to those who hurt me."

   While Su Qingqing was absent-minded and not ready to answer, the slightly raised arc of the man's thin lips instantly disappeared without a trace, and the deep phoenix eyes were cold and bloodthirsty.

  Su Qingqing's heart sank fiercely and swallowed, "Dead?"

  According to the character of the great devil, Jairui, who must report, how can anyone who hurt him survive.

   Quan Moting smiled softly, "Guess."

  Su Qingqing wanted to say, I guess peat, how can I guess your old man's thoughts.

   But she didn't dare. It seemed that the Great Demon King had already died for half his life, but Su Qingqing felt that the Great Demon King at this time was more terrifying than when he was not injured.

   She shrank her neck and didn't dare to gossip any more, "Well, Nanfeng said you need to rest well, go to bed earlier, I'll go to the guest room tonight."

  Su Qingqing is notorious for being dishonest in her sleep. During this time, she often made a fool of herself in front of the Great Demon King.

On weekdays, it would be fine, at most he would make a few jokes, but now the Great Demon King is hurt like this, in case she accidentally stretched out a foot and kicked his wound, or accidentally punched him in the middle of the night, the big devil would be so bad. The Demon King did not divorce her, and it is estimated that she is not far from being a widow.

   "It's okay, you just sleep next to me." Someone didn't mind at all, and his expression couldn't be more serious.

  Su Qingqing waved his hands nervously, "No, no, I'm still sleeping in the guest room."

  Sleep is small, but life is big.

   "I can't sleep without you."

  The corners of Su Qingqing's eyes twitched, resisting the urge to utter foul language, she said with a smile, "Second Master, when you didn't have me for more than 20 years, didn't you sleep soundly?"

  What's the matter now? Not only do I need to sleep with me, but do I also need a small service of storytelling before going to bed?

   "I didn't have a wife before, but now I have a wife. Naturally, I want to get closer to my wife. Because of my injury, my wife will do well."

   The man stretched out his hand and grabbed the hem of her skirt, obviously in a tone that couldn't be more pleasing, but Su Qingqing stopped in his ear, which had a threatening meaning.

   Seeing that someone was really badly injured, Su Qingqing continued to be hypocritical, which seemed too petty.

   "You don't move, I… sleep here, okay."

  Su Qingqing lifted a corner of the quilt, a little embarrassed, bit her lip embarrassedly, and asked, "I...help you lie down?"

  The man gladly accepted the caring care from Su Qingqing. In places she could not see, Quan Moting's calm eyes hid unknown emotions.

   That night, the two of them were lying on the same bed, not speaking to each other, but having their own thoughts.

   Gradually, drowsiness struck, and Su Qingqing didn't know how she fell asleep.

   When she woke up from a dream with a cold in the middle of the night, the position on her body was already cold.

  Su Qingqing sat up quickly and looked around, not feeling the slightest breath on Quan Moting.

   She got out of bed cautiously, walked lightly, and sneaked out from the large bedroom in the dark.

   Suddenly, seeing that the study room seemed to be bright, Su Qingqing frowned, wrapped her clothes tightly, and walked over quickly.

   When approached and raised his hand to push the door, Su Qingqing was shocked to find that someone seemed to be talking inside.

   After listening carefully, Quan Moting called in a low voice.

   "I'll warn you for the last time, Su Qingqing is my person now, and naturally I don't need anyone next to me to point fingers at her."

   "This time is also the last time, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you."

  …

  Su Qingqing stood at the door, her face turned pale, her heart beating fiercely with Quan Moting's voice.

   It was beating violently and violently.

   Her hand was on the door, her fingers were slightly painful, but her face was cold and calm.

   Who is Quan Moting calling?

  In this case, is it because of her that the Great Demon King was injured this time?

   The person on the phone was targeting her?

   All the thoughts came to her mind, Su Qingqing had no way to think. At this moment, she didn't even think about how to face Quan Moting, so she could only go back the same way and lie back on the bed pretending to be nothing.

   After a while, Quan Moting pushed open the door and entered. His steps were very light, and he even stayed at Su Qingqing's bedside for a long time, as if to determine whether Su Qingqing was really asleep.

   Su Qingqing felt like a thunderbolt, for fear that Quan Moting would see something.

   Just when she was about to lose her hold, the intense gaze that fell on her body finally left.

  Su Qingqing let out a calm sigh of relief, and then a hand suddenly appeared on her waist, making her scream in horror.

   "You...what are you doing!"

  The man's tone was dull and he smiled, "Madam hasn't slept yet, did you wake up from a nightmare?"

  Su Qingqing felt the hand on her waist rubbing restlessly, which made her face extremely hot, and gritted her teeth.

   "You just had a nightmare. If you're injured, just lie down and don't move around or touch your hands."

  mmp, relying on his injury, pretending to be pitiful and eating tofu, can he still get a face.

   "My wife's attitude towards me is getting worse and worse, don't I deserve a little reward?" The man moved his body and came closer.