Mo Yao smiled palely, wiped the crystal tears from Lan Qingyu's face with his big hands, and said weakly, "Okay, Xiao Yuhua, don't cry. I'm just injured. I'll be fine after a rest."

Lan Qingyu wanted to cry even more because of Mo Yao's actions.

But she looked at the blood that kept flowing from Mo Yao's body, and she immediately swallowed the tears in her eyes, "Okay, I won't cry, I will heal you."

Mo Yao nodded gently, with a faint smile on his face and a deep affection in his black eyes.

Lan Qingyu put away the discomfort in her heart, helped Mo Yao up, walked to the life gate, and helped Mo Yao sit on the ancient stool.

Then Lan Qingyu changed Mo Yao's bloody clothes, revealing the bloody wound. Lan Qingyu bit her lip, tears flashing in her eyes again. She took a deep breath to hide the pain in her heart.

I have never felt as sad as I do today. Even when I was treating Ling Yunzhi's wounds before, I didn't feel this way.

Lan Qingyu burst out laughing again. This was indeed love.

"Little Feather, I'm really fine, I just look seriously ill." When Mo Yao said this, his black eyes flashed with an evil light, "If Little Feather doesn't believe me, then I will let you try your ability as a husband right away."

Lan Qingyu had just taken out the medicine powder and was about to sprinkle it when she heard Mo Yao's words and her face suddenly turned red.

She pretended to be calm and glanced at Mo Yao's teasing face, and said helplessly, "It seems that you are really okay."

Mo Yao said as a matter of course, "Because I have you by my side, this little pain is nothing. Besides, I don't want my dear wife to lose her sexual happiness for the rest of her life."

Boom! Lan Qingyu's face became even redder, even redder than when she put on rouge and powder.

"Just sit still, or I'll ignore you." Lan Qingyu puffed out her cheeks and glared fiercely at Mo Yao who was smiling evilly.

Mo Yao touched his nose awkwardly and stopped disturbing Lan Qingyu while she was treating his wounds. He would have plenty of time to go there later anyway. Besides, this was a good place and there was no one around, making it a good place to do things that were not suitable for children.

Lan Qingyu had no idea of ​​the evil thoughts in Mo Yao's heart, and she applied medicine to Mo Yao seriously.

After applying the medicine, Lan Qingyu used the power of resuscitation to circulate in Mo Yao's body, slowly repairing Mo Yao's internal injuries.

Not long after, Lan Qingyu used the power of recovery to heal Mo Yao's injuries. After confirming that Mo Yao was fine, he felt relieved.

"It's finally okay." Lan Qingyu smiled knowingly.

Mo Yao lowered his eyebrows and looked at his exposed body. He said in a hoarse voice, "This is all thanks to my dear wife, otherwise I would not have recovered so quickly."

Lan Qingyu: “…”

Why did she always feel that Mo Yao had a little conspiracy? She tilted her head, supported her chin with one hand, and looked at Mo Yao with burning eyes, unable to figure it out for a moment.

At this time Lan Qingyu forgot one thing, that is, after she healed Mo Yao's injury, she did not put Mo Yao's clothes on properly, and now his bronze skin and abdominal muscles are still exposed, of course he is wearing clothes.

"Little Feather, your husband is hungry!" Mo Yao said to Lan Qingyu pitifully.

"Then let's go out. I'm hungry too." Lan Qingyu touched his belly.

Mo Yao smiled evilly, "It just so happens that your husband will fill your stomach."

Lan Qingyu raised her eyebrows in confusion, but the next moment she understood, because Mo Yao pounced on her like a wolf and pressed her onto the bed.

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