Binding the Dragon for the Empress

The white silk wrapped Xuanlong's neck layer after layer, and it was soaked by blood after a while. Yan Yuan had to remove it and wrap it up again with a new one. The wound barely stopped the bleeding two or three times in a row. A beautiful knot is tied at the back of the neck.

Yan Yuan didn't want to look at Xuanlong's face more, and the guilt that had faded after one more glance swept over again. He dipped the handkerchief in warm water, took Xuanlong's hand hanging on the brocade quilt, and looked at him with his eyes downcast. The man wiped away the remaining blood between his fingers: "How is the wound on your chest? Let me see."

Xuanlong started to feel drowsy again, and said with force: "It's almost over."

"Let me see." Yan Yuan refused to listen to him, casually threw the handkerchief back into the silver basin at the side, and stared up at the man's pale face.

His green pupils looked clear and strange under the dancing candlelight, and his erect pupils trembled slightly, as if he was planning to avoid something, but Yan Yuan didn't give him a chance.

"You know I'm worried, let me see."

That day, Yan Yuan took the dragon scale and left. She didn't know how he was injured, but it wasn't much better if she thought about it.

The two stalemate silently for a while, Xuanlong lowered his head and untied the belt on the obscene clothes, revealing his injured body.He looked tall and straight when he was wearing the clothes. In fact, the body under the clothes was not considered strong. It was only covered with a thin layer of beautiful muscles. His chest was wrapped in a thick linen black cloth that he got from no one knew where, so he couldn't see the real injuries. condition.

"Let me come." Yan Yuan sat closer to him, and spent a lot of time understanding the scribbled knot. The hemp and black cloth was removed layer by layer, and when the last layer was taken, Xuan Yuan The dragon's body trembled suddenly, and he let out a low snort.

It turned out that the wound cloth had grown together with the wound.

Yan Yuan raised her eyes to look at the man's pale face, her throat felt dry: "Hold on."

If it is not removed in time, it will be more difficult to deal with in the future.

Xuanlong responded, his body trembled violently with his movements, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and cold sweat slid from the corner of his forehead to the sharp jaw line, dripping on the back of Yan Yuan's hand.

"You lied to me, you said it didn't hurt." Yan Yuan complained.

Xuanlong's chest rose and fell with difficulty, and his deep voice was slightly hoarse: "...just a little bit."

The black linen sackcloth sticking to the wound was finally removed, and the uneven wound after the scales were pulled out looked even more bumpy now, and the pink and tender flesh turned dark red.

And that wound also doubled in size from the size of an adult man's fist before.

Yan Yuan applied medicine to Xuanlong silently, and then carefully rewrapped the wound with fine white silk, as if in this way the debt he owed to the other party would be evened out.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Xuan Long thought he was angry, and called him awkwardly, "A Yuan."

Mother used to look like this when she was angry, doing her own thing, just ignoring him and treating him like air.That feeling is tens of thousands of times more uncomfortable than physical pain.

If he clings to his mother, he will most likely be rewarded with a bloody whipping. As time passes, he will not do things that always hurt himself, and he has developed such a boring and reticent temperament, not used to speaking to others. Express your emotions.

Because no one cares, no one will soften their hearts to him just because he hurts.

Yan Yuan is the one who will soften her heart to him.

Just when Xuanlong was hesitating and didn't know what to say, Yan Yuan suddenly raised her head, leaned over to hug him, and said dumbly. "Abo, I'm sorry... I don't want to either."

"I don't want that."

Xuanlong was stunned, realized what he was saying, raised his hand to cover Yan Yuan's generous back, and said in a low voice: "Don't be sad."

"I'm fine."

"I know, as long as I'm happy, you'll be happy, right?" Yan Yuan's chin rested on his shoulder, her eyes were very hot.

"But I'm still very sad. For some reason, from the day I saw you, I felt an inexplicable sadness in my heart, as if I knew you in a previous life..."

"Perhaps it was created in heaven."

When Xuanlong said such words in such a serious tone, Yan Yuan burst out laughing, and couldn't help but said: "How did you learn to talk about love?"

"..." Xuanlong remained silent.You don't need to look to know that the dragon's ears must be red.

Yan Yuan was preoccupied with other things, and didn't have the heart to tease him anymore, so she let go of Xuanlong and looked at his heroic face: "Abo, if one day, you find out that I have done something to you?  … can you forgive me?"

"Why are you sorry for me?" Xuan Long looked at him.

"I mean if, just in case." Yan Yuan didn't know what he was insisting on, but he just wanted to get the guarantee from the other party. "If that day comes, will you forgive me?"

Xuanlong was silent for a long time before lowering his eyes: "I only know that you are the best person in the world to me."