The Venomous Consort is Arrogant, Making the Disabled King Blush and Heartbeat

Jiang Mengli transmigrated as the daughter of a criminal official. Still wearing her wedding dress, she was thrown out of the residence by a scumbag who forcibly broke off their engagement. As an e...

Chapter 211 Treating His Injury

Wen Mohan was anxious: I am Wen Mohan...

I opened my mouth but still couldn't say anything.

A deep feeling of powerlessness spread throughout my body.

This feeling of powerlessness is so frustrating and terrifying, and I feel like I'm going crazy.

"I forgot for a moment that you can't speak." Jiang Mengli took out a small flashlight and glanced at his throat. "Your throat is a little injured, but it's not to the point where you can't speak."

"Don't worry, I might be able to heal your throat so you can speak again. I'll apply some gold medicine and bandage it right away."

A quarter of an hour later, the wound was finally bandaged, and even his face was bandaged, leaving only his two eyes for seeing, his nose for breathing, and his mouth for eating exposed.

She packed up her things, stood up and said, "You rest here tonight. After all, you can't move."

After saying that, he left the room.

As she stepped out, she bumped into a wall of flesh, and a hand suddenly grabbed her waist, preventing her from falling.

"Are you okay?" Wen Yu looked at her worriedly.

Jiang Mengli breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it was him. "It's okay, why haven't you gone to bed yet?"

As she hurriedly stepped back, Wen Yu realized that his hand was still on her lower back. He blushed and hurriedly withdrew his hand, "Uh... I... I thought it would be inconvenient for you to live here, so I'll live inside and you can stay at my place."

Jiang Mengli also thought it was inappropriate to stay in the same room with that man, so she came out.

Now that Jianwen Yu had brought it up, she didn't act pretentiously, "Okay, thank you, Your Highness. I'm also very tired and want to go rest."

As he said this, he yawned, gestured goodbye, and walked towards Wen Yu's solitary thatched hut.

Wen Yu watched her back as she left, then looked back at his hands with a blush, as if her warmth was still lingering on them.

Suddenly he came to his senses and slapped his cheek in annoyance: What nonsense are you thinking about? That's the woman that Uncle Ninth Prince wants to marry back home.