After marrying Mr. Han, Xuanxue Xiao teased his wife and abused the wealthy family

While treating the wound, Tang Mohan's hand kept holding Yan Luo's wrist.

He didn't even realize that there was a spiritual energy in his body, which was continuously flowing into Yan Luo's body along the skin of the two people holding each other.

With the infiltration of spiritual energy, Yan Luo gradually changed from pure blackness to groggy.

She felt as if she was in a very dark place before, without even a little consciousness.

Now, it's like floating in the endless sea.

It seemed that something was trying to lift her up.

Get her out of that sea.

She tried hard to open her eyes, looked around, and wanted to see clearly who was supporting her.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Tang Mohan.

Tang Mohan lowered his head and was treating her wound.

Yan Luo paused for a moment, his reaction was a bit slow, his eyes rolled slowly, and when he looked down, he realized that his coat and trousers had been taken off.

She froze for a moment.

I didn't respond for a long time.

"you're awake?"

As soon as Tang Mohan raised his head, wanting to treat the wound around Yan Luo's neck, he saw Yan Luo staring at him.

He realized something, a trace of embarrassment flashed in his deep eyes, he coughed lowly and said, "How do you feel now?"

Yan Luo paused for a moment. At this moment, his mind seemed to be working again.

Only then did I realize that Tang Mohan was supposed to help her deal with her wounds.

"Fortunately."

She opened her mouth, and her spiritual power restored her strength. Although her voice was a little hoarse, at least she could communicate.

After speaking, she tried to sit up.

Tang Mohan pressed her shoulder, "Don't move around."

Yan Luo looked over.

The two looked at each other and were stunned for a moment.

Feeling the slippery touch of his hand, Tang Mohan immediately withdrew his hand as if getting an electric shock, his eyes dodged a little, but his voice was calm and steady, "You have injuries on your body that haven't been healed, so don't move around."

Yan Luo was also a little embarrassed, hummed vaguely, and didn't move any more.

It's just that lying here almost naked makes her feel...a bit too awkward.

It seems that I am a piece of meat on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

Tang Mohan seemed to sense her embarrassment, he lowered his head and leaned over to wipe the wound on her neck with a cotton swab.

The distance between the two people suddenly became very close.

Yan Luo felt that Tang Mohan seemed to be attached to her body.

Both could hear each other's breathing.

Even, the breathing of the two of them seemed to be entangled.

Yan Luo felt Tang Mohan's hot breath pounce on his neck, a layer of shudder faintly felt under his skin.

She turned her head slightly dodgy, and the skin on her neck moved accordingly.

Tang Mohan frowned tightly at this time, as if he was doing some delicate work, quite seriously.

He could feel Yan Luo's small movements, and pursed the corners of his lips, but he didn't even notice that his neck was red.

I don't know how long this posture was maintained before Tang Mohan straightened up and coughed: "Okay, but your back still hurts a little."

In his tone, it was rare to reveal a little embarrassment.

Hearing this, Yan Luo cleared his throat, just about to say, come by yourself.

But those scrapes are on the back, and wanting to do it by itself is simply... idiotic.

Yan Luo took a deep breath, and smiled awkwardly at Tang Mohan, "Then, shall I turn around?"

Tang Mohan stared at her, nodded, "Yeah."

Looking at his serious appearance, Yan Luo couldn't laugh or cry.

I thought to myself, it doesn’t have to be like doing some scientific research.

She propped up her body unnaturally, pulled up the quilt next to her, then turned around quickly, pulled the quilt over, and covered her below her waist.

After lying down, the quilt provided Yan Luo with a sense of security.

Yan Luo quietly breathed a sigh of relief, pretending to be relaxed and said: "I'm ready, come on."

Tang Mohan: "..."

Why is this so weird?

Tang Mohan looked away unnaturally, prepared the cotton swabs, and helped Yan Luo treat the wound on his back again.

All the wounds on her back were wiped out on the ground.

The number is not many, but the area is large.

Coupled with her white hair, the wound looked particularly hideous.

When Tang Mohan saw those wounds, he couldn't help but frowned, and he lost all other thoughts.

Tang Mohan took a cotton swab, dipped it in iodophor, and first disinfected Yan Luo's wound.

Then he took out some wound medicine.

As an actor, Tang Mohan doesn't like to use doubles, as long as it's not too dangerous, or action scenes that are strongly opposed by others, he will do it himself.

So he often has wounds on his body.

There are various antiseptic and hemostatic ointments at home.

The ointment that Tang Mohan took out was specially formulated by him before. It is similar to the ancient golden sore medicine, and it has an excellent effect on external injuries.

Of course, the price is also very expensive.

But Tang Mohan didn't care about this, as if he didn't know the value of this thing, he applied a thick layer on Yan Luo's wound.

When the thing stuck to the skin, there was a feeling of coolness.

It was like the feeling of a breeze blowing by, and it swept across quickly, and the wound was burning.

Yan Luo exhaled lightly, and his muscles relaxed accordingly.

Tang Mohan took out some gauze again, planning to make a simple bandage for her, so as not to accidentally rub off the ointment.

only……

Tang Mohan, who was holding the gauze, stood by, but looked at Yan Luo with some embarrassment, not knowing how to speak, and asked Yan Luo to sit up.

Yan Luo felt that he hadn't moved, so he looked over blankly, "Why..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Luo saw the gauze in his hand.

"Oh, it needs to be bandaged."

Yan Luo seemed indifferent, sat up and said, "Come on."

Tang Mohan: "..."

Looking at the fearless Yan Luo, Tang Mohan's emotions were a little complicated, the corners of his mouth sank, he nodded without saying anything, and approached Yan Luo with gauze.

He pressed against Yan Luo's back, leaving some gaps, then pulled the gauze away with both hands, wrapped it around Yan Luo's body, and wrapped the gauze around her wound.

Such a move made the two of them inevitably get close.

Although Tang Mohan was already trying his best to control the distance, looking at the skin in front of him and Yan Luo's throbbing neck artery, Tang Mohan felt a little hot behind his ears.

He pursed his lips tightly and finished the dressing as quickly as possible.

Yan Luo felt Tang Mohan's actions, but didn't think much about it.

She realized at this moment that it really didn't matter.

After all, Tang Mohan was helping her with her wounds, for her own good.

At this time, she was like a patient, and Tang Mohan was a doctor.

Inevitably, some close contact.

It's nothing.

only……

Yan Luo felt that his heartbeat was still a little fast.

She thought to herself a little mockingly, what's wrong with her, it's not like she hasn't seen a man before.

Now that the body has degenerated, the person is useless...