Chapter 441
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At this moment, even Ying Yi's gaze shifted slightly. Looking at the tightly shut door, a strange expression appeared on his face. He thought to himself: It's broad daylight, even if Master wants the Ghost Doctor, he wouldn't do anything rash, right?
Thinking of this, he coughed lightly and said in a serious tone: "Don't think too much. What could the two of them do in broad daylight?"
Hui Lang glanced at him with disdain: "If you're not thinking too much, how do you know I'm thinking too much?" As soon as his voice fell, an excited smile appeared on his face: "Although I do want Master and the Ghost Doctor to do something in there, you're right. It's broad daylight, Master shouldn't be so impulsive."
But just as he said this, they heard the Ghost Doctor's angry scolding and Master's anxious voice from inside. The two people's expressions became strange again.
"Fuck! What are you doing! "
"If you don't take it off yourself, I'll have to do it myself."
"Hiss! Bastard! Don't tear my clothes! "
"If I don't tear, how can I see?"
"Scram!"
"Don't move."
"Hiss! My waist! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. Be gentler! "
"Relax, it won't hurt in a while."
Hearing this, the two people guarding outside the courtyard were stunned. They stared dumbfoundedly at the tightly shut door and windows of the room. Their hearts were filled with excitement, excitement, and surprise.
Did Master pounce on the Ghost Doctor? And he did it in broad daylight? Wasn't this too fierce?
However, in the room, it was a different scene.
Fengjiu was lying on the bed. Her red clothes had been torn at her waist by the Yama Lord, revealing a large patch of snow-white skin. However, there was a bruise on this patch of skin. The Yama Lord was applying medicine to the bruise, then gently rubbing it to dissolve the blood clot.
Every time he rubbed, Fengjiu hissed in pain. He didn't use much strength, but he still saw her forehead oozing with a layer of sweat from the pain. Seeing her small face scrunched up, he couldn't help but feel a burst of heartache. The movements of his hands also followed suit. The original light rubbing became light stroking. This way, it didn't hurt, but Fengjiu's whole body was covered with goosebumps.
"Alright, alright, stop rubbing."
Hearing the disdainful words, Yan Zhu's face darkened. However, when he remembered that he was the one who had caused her waist to be bruised, he could not get angry. Then, when he thought of his earlier ferocious actions, his ears could not help but burn. Now that the anger he had been suppressing had dissipated, he felt a little uncomfortable.
However, he was an arrogant person. Even if he wasn't there, he wouldn't let her see it. Hence, with a dark expression and pursed lips, he took a step back and stood by the bed looking at the woman lying on the bed.
His gaze fell on the clothes that had been torn by her. His eyes moved slightly, and he coughed lightly and asked: "Where are your clothes? This Lord will get you a set to change into. "
Fengjiu glared at him and said in a bad mood: "Go out and call Leng Shuang over. Have someone prepare water, I want to take a bath."
The Yama Lord glanced at her. When his gaze swept past her slightly red and swollen lips, his face was slightly hot and uncomfortable. He quickly looked away and replied with a cold face: "En, you lie down! This Lord will help you call someone. "
As he spoke, he walked out of the room.
Fengjiu had been staring at him, so she saw his uncomfortable expression and flushed ears. Her heart was slightly surprised. After he left the room and closed the door, she couldn't help but curse.
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