Quan Shao greed for joy: 99 days of marriage

"An Xiaoyao, you really didn't hesitate at all just now!"

The man's tone was nothing but praise.

He was referring to the incident when she poured alcohol on him just now.

An Ning stared back confidently, "Fifth Master Quan, you are reasonable, I am trying to beat the Mongolian doctor."

Although she really had a bit of revenge in mind.

Splash alcohol on the wound, it will hurt him to death!
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With that said, the Mongolian doctor stuffed another bottle in her hand.

An Ning raised her eyebrows, "What is this?"

"An ancestral elixir. It will work with just one swipe."

Oh, it turned out to be wiped. If the vicious thing bullies others later, she will feed him into his mouth and eat it.

"What are you waiting for? Apply medicine to Master Wu, and I'll bandage him after you finish."

An Ning quit now, "Can't you wipe it on him?"

"It's disgusting for two big men to touch each other. Don't you think so?"

"You're the doctor, he's the patient. It's nothing disgusting."

"Lawyer An, I'm creating an opportunity for you to get in touch with Master Wu. Don't be ignorant of good and bad." Doctor Mongolia said with a look of hatred.

Whether it's Mr. Quan Wu or Lawyer An, they are so uncooperative!

Intimate contact?

"Is there any need for me to make excuses?!" Rao Fifth Master Quan's voice was a little weak at the moment, but he still had a lot of momentum when he scolded people, "It's none of your business, get out of here."

The Mongolian doctor did not forget his professional ethics of benevolence as a doctor. Before he left, he still told An Ning, "After applying the medicine, wrap him with a bandage, otherwise the wound will become inflamed and fester. It will be very troublesome."

Looking at the pitch-black back that had been scorched by the fire, he looked at the bottle in his hand.

An Ning sighed resignedly, "Quan Yuhuang, how did I become your little maid?"

The man sneered, didn't comment on her grievances, and leaned back on the back of the chair to show his back—the weakest position—to her without worry.

The slender fingers were stained with ointment, and gently rubbed on the hideous back.

A burst of coolness relieved the burning pain to a great extent.

An Ning carefully applied the ointment all over his back, his hands were very gentle.She didn't even think that she, a vengeful little bastard who belonged to a cat, would miss such a good opportunity to retaliate for nothing.

"It's pretty good this time."

Quan Yuhuang didn't know whether he said this as a compliment or a run on him.

An Ning replied without even thinking about it, "As long as Fifth Master Quan doesn't frighten people by yelling and killing as soon as you come up, I certainly don't have to fight against you."

Against him, what good results can she have? !
Military division Gou is not the only one who wants to live a long life, she also wants to live a long life.

Where it started, there was anxiety.

She frowned, "You... all heal your wounds like this?"

Not scientific at all, like a group of ancient people with extremely underdeveloped medical technology.

"Special circumstances, special treatment." Quan Yuhuang's tone was flat, "Don't burn it, the toxicity will recur, trouble!"

An Ning habitually ignored the content she didn't understand, put down the medicine bottle, picked up the bandage, "Master Quan Wu, cooperate."

Half kneeling on the ground, she carefully wrapped the bandage around the man's upper body.

Because her arms were too short and she was afraid of touching the man's wound, she had to put her cheek on his chest, and wrap her hands behind his waist——

The pose is simple.

Fifth Master Quan sat on a chair, and she half-kneeled in front of him, with her cheek pressed against his chest, and her two small hands encircling him.

An Ning has gotten used to the smell of blood mixed with the smell of burning.

But such a close contact was initiated by her, so she couldn't get used to it no matter what.

The more she wanted to wrap him up in a bandage as quickly as possible, the more she couldn't speed it up, the mess under her hands couldn't be fixed no matter what.

"Clumsy!"

Gritting teeth, gnashing teeth.

She helped for nothing, but he still dislikes it, right?

An Ning suddenly raised her head to argue with him, but unexpectedly——

But the head hit the man's chin hard.

There was no reaction yet, but she was about to burst into tears from the pain.

"Hmm..." The ending sound whirled in pain.

The man's voice above his head was a little helpless, a little funny, and a little angry.

"I didn't die by the hands of the mercenaries, but I have to die by your hands. I don't know how to be careful!" After a pause, the hard tone slowed down a bit, "Does it hurt?"

An Ning looked at him with red eyes, looking at his small appearance was quite rare, but what he said with that small mouth was definitely not rare.

"If I'm not careful, you won't hide?"

There were teardrops in the flushed eyes, and the angry and hated little face made people feel helpless and want to laugh.

Quan Yuhuang looked down at her, and curled his sexy thin lips, "An Xiaoyao, are you married now? Huh?"

The tone was not so gentle, but it was already many times stronger than his usual vicious and tyrannical tone.

He no longer gave orders domineeringly, but asked a little more patiently.

It's just that this sexy voice is paired with that sentence, so many little girls will be fascinated.

An Ning stared at him blankly, blinked and blinked again.

Completely bewildered.

Quan, do you really want to marry her?
why?
Picture what?