Qiao Yiqing held his hand, her pale face was a little surprised.

Before she could ask, Xuan Mingche touched her face and explained: "Xuan Bing told me."

"God!" Qiao Yiqing was so angry that she moved her body, she pulled the wound, and couldn't help but let out a faint voice, "Hiss-"

He clearly told him not to tell Xuan Mingche that she knew, but he was fine, not trustworthy at all.

Xuan Mingche had a dark face and scolded: "Don't move! He was so hurt, he was still angry."

"It's okay, this little injury will not hurt me." Qiao Yiqing tried to smile, reached out to take off the blood gourd from her neck, put it in her mouth and drank it.

"Fortunately, you have a blood gourd, otherwise, I was really crazy by you." Xuan Mingche glared at her angrily.

Qiao Yiqing was seriously frowning and coldly: "I am so bold with the blood gourd, but you have nothing, and you actually broke into the cold palace for me. You're not going to die!"

Xuan Mingche leaned over and hugged her, comforting softly: "I won't have anything to do, otherwise why are you with you?"

"Hmph, take off your clothes quickly and let me check the wound!" Qiao Yiqing drank the blood of life and recovered a lot of energy. As she said that, she rubbed her body to remove his clothes.

The Xuanming clan grabbed her hand and stopped her from moving, "No need, a little injury will be cured soon."

Qiao Yiqing was so angry that she growled with a gloomy face: "Take it away!"

When Xuan Mingche saw that she was really angry, she let go and still let it go.

Qiao Yiqing carefully took off his shirt and looked at his chest covered with ferocious blood marks. Her heart twitched and felt sad.

She gently touched his scar with her fingertips, causing him to get breathless.

"Does it hurt?" Qiao Yiqing was so shocked that she hurriedly withdrew her hand and asked with a worried look on her face.

Xuan Mingche had a pale face and smiled: "This is not a problem."

Qiao Yiqing looked at him with great pain in his suffocation, her eyes turned red, and her voice choked: "Nonsense, such deep wounds and so many blood marks, how could it not hurt?"

Xuan Mingche couldn't see her crying, held her face with both hands and gently kissed her frowning brow: "Don't always frown, you will soon become an older woman."

Qiao Yiqing held back her tears and pushed him away awkwardly: "I'm old, you're older! Turn it over for me, I want to look at your back."

Xuan Mingche was very well-behaved at this time and obediently turned his back to her.

Qiao Yiqing looked at her scarred back, and her skin was intact, and her heart was twitching violently.

"If you want to hurt yourself again in the future, I will--"

"What do you think?" Xuan Mingche was a little curious.

"I'll hurt myself!" Qiao Yiqing answered angrily.

"Okay, you won!" Xuan Mingche lost.

"I want you to swear that you will never hurt yourself again." Qiao Yiqing was so arrogant and angrily scolded.

Xuan Mingche lowered his head, his voice a little aggrieved, "I swear I will never hurt myself again."

"Also, you must take good care of yourself!" Qiao Yiqing continued.

Xuan Mingche turned his face and smiled with a flattering smile: "Don't I have you to take care of?"

Qiao Yiqing hurriedly reached out and turned Xuan Mingche's face away, preventing him from seeing his tears falling like rain.

"Whether I take care of you or not, you must take care of yourself, say!"

Xuan Mingche saw Qiao Yiqing's tears, his heart ached, and his voice was muffled: "I'm sorry, I will take good care of myself in the future."

Looking at Xuan Mingche who suddenly became obedient, Qiao Yiqing calmed down and wanted to get out of bed.

Xuan Mingche hurriedly turned around and stopped her: "What are you going to do?"

"I'll get the medicine and give it to you. It's good to see if there is nothing on your body."

Xuan Mingche narrowed his eyebrows and forced her to press her onto the bed: "You are injured now, don't think that everything will be fine if you drink the blood of life. Let me lie down and rest. I'll ask the palace maid to get it."

As he said that, Xuan Mingche shouted outside: "Come on, come and get some medicine to heal the wound."

Seeing that he was finally willing to apply medicine, Qiao Yiqing didn't bother with him and lay back on the bed obediently.

No, the palace maid came up with medicine and white veil. Seeing Xuan Mingche red and fruity upper body, she lowered her head in shame and raised it respectfully to Xuan Mingche.

"Give it to me." Qiao Yiqing waved her hand, took the plate full of medicine and white gauze from the palace maid, placed it on the edge of the bed, carefully picked up the medicine bottle, and sniffed it.

"Turn around and let me apply medicine for you." Qiao Yiqing ordered and pushed him.

Xuan Mingche turned around obediently, with a faint smile on his lips, as if he was enjoying this happy and warm atmosphere.

Qiao Yiqing took the medicine and carefully applied it to his hideous wound. Every time she applied it, the pain in her heart made her take a few deep breaths, holding her stomach full of pain-

"Okay, turn around."

Xuan Mingche turned around as he said, staring at Qiao Yiqing's red eyes.

Qiao Yiqing was a little embarrassed by his stare. She lowered her head and focused on smearing her chest.

When Xuan Mingche saw her serious little face, her heart moved slightly, her eyes gradually darkened, and her body became hot.

Qiao Yiqing also noticed his abnormality, looked up at his hot eyes, and was frightened in shock.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Qiao Yiqing asked awkwardly.

Xuan Mingche's eyes tangled with her: "You look good, you can't even see it no matter how you look at it."

Qiao Yiqing's face turned slightly red and she said angrily: "Stop being slick."

Xuan Mingche couldn't resist the temptation, so he grabbed Qiao Yiqing's little hand, lowered his head and kissed the red lips that he had thought about day and night, and gently sucked and turned around.

"Um-you-never finished the medicine yet-" Qiao Yiqing was a little unable to control herself by his crazy kiss, and hurriedly pushed him away.

"You are my best medicine. After taking you, all the injuries will be healed." Xuan Mingche stared at her ambiguously and murmured.

Then he lowered his head and bit Qiao Yiqing's ear, softly grinding and hard: "Qingqing, come on, I feel so uncomfortable."

"Go to death, you are covered in wounds, how can you do it?" Qiao Yiqing pushed him away angrily.

Xuan Mingche was like a gummy at this time, and he got stuck again: "No, I want it!"

Qiao Yiqing was amused when she faced him with anger and said, "Why are you like a child!"

"Who told you to block Cang Hanlin for that moment, which made me very uneasy." Xuan Mingche said, and went to unbutton Qiao Yiqing's clothes.

Qiao Yiqing hurriedly held his hand: "What do you mean?"

"The better you treat him, the more uncomfortable I will feel." Xuan Mingche pulled Qiao Yiqing's hand away, flexibly unbuttoned Qiao Yiqing's bellyband with both hands, lowered his head and held the two soft balls in his mouth.

Qiao Yiqing trembled and tried to push him away: "Bastard, tell you not to do it! Be careful to involve the wound."

Xuan Mingche sucked it carefully and began to snatch Qiao Yiqing's pants with both hands, not listening to her advice at all.

"You!" Qiao Yiqing roared, but his big hands were venting with some force, and then he pulled it out, revealing Qiao Yiqing's white thighs.
Chapter completed!