"It's okay. The blood clot will be absorbed and dissipated by the body in two days."
As Han Yichen spoke, he cleaned his golden needles and put them back into his medicine box.
"Sanlang~"
Hearing the sound of Han Yichen closing the medicine box, Hua Qingcheng turned around and half-laid on the bed, looking at Han Yichen who was sitting on the edge of the bed.
His originally narrow and charming almond-shaped eyes were now covered with a thin layer of mist. Thinking of the hot tears that had just fallen on her, Hua Qingcheng couldn't help but feel distressed.
"Qing...Qingcheng..."
The man who was originally grieving had two streams of bloody liquid flowing from his nose. Hua Qingcheng felt both distressed and a little funny.
Well, she really didn't mean it. She had completely forgotten that she was not wearing anything but a pair of panties.
"Sanlang~"
Hua Qingcheng pulled Han Yichen over to her side, wiped the blood off his face with a handkerchief, and gently kissed his eyes.
"I am your wife and the most important woman in your life. From now on, you can only cry for me."
Hua Qingcheng raised her hand and hooked it around Han Yichen's neck, then kissed his lips, which were slightly raised due to his pride, with full of tenderness.
The sudden sweetness and mellowness instantly flooded Han Yichen's heart like a stream of clear water. He tore off his obstructing robe and hugged the woman he had been longing for tightly, kissing her passionately and passionately until their breathing became increasingly shallow.
"Alluring~"
Han Yichen, with his silky eyebrows, misty eyes and messy hair, is charming and attractive. He is breathing down Hua Qingcheng's neck with his breath as sweet as orchid.
"Sanlang, be good~"
Seeing that the other party wanted to control her under him again, Hua Qingcheng simply hugged him and turned him over, confining him in her territory.
"You said I was hurt!"
Hua Qingcheng gently lifted Han Yichen's chin and smiled cunningly.
Although that little bit of pain was nothing to Hua Qingcheng, she didn't mind using it to tease this arrogant man.
Raising her hand and pulling down the curtain beside the bed, Hua Qingcheng leaned over and kissed Sanlang below her...
The night outside is pitch black, the candlelight inside is flickering, and the spring scenery inside the tent is charming.
Han Yichen cured Hua Qingcheng's external injuries, and Hua Qingcheng also healed his emotional injuries.
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