Before Shen Yingxia could figure it out, Tan Lang came back again. He was holding a tray in his hand.

He placed the tray on the golden table next to the Arhat's couch. There were bottles and jars on the tray, which looked like medicine for wounds.

Shen Yingxia stretched out her arms as if offering a treasure, with a flattering smile on her face. Tanlang's face looked better now.

He should be content with her being such an upright God of War and pleasing him so much!

"Take off your coat!" Tanlang's voice was cold, but his hands kept moving, opening the bottles one by one.

"Ah, can't you just roll up your sleeves? Why do you have to take off your clothes..." In Tan Lang's cold eyes, Shen Yingxia's doubts became smaller and smaller.

She obeyed her inner urge and took off her coat.

The silky gauze slid down along the graceful curves, revealing little by little the thin gauze clothes that could barely cover the spring scenery. The jade-like skin appeared and disappeared, making it even more alluring.

Shen Yingxia's lowered eyelashes cast large shadows under her eyes.

Intersecting with the shadow are bright red cheeks.

She is shy!

The peach blossom eyes were already somewhat drunk, and with them half-closed like this, they looked even more charming. Tan Lang never knew that she still had such a side, and he couldn't help but feel a little intoxicated.

He didn't even notice that the cloth in his hand fell to the ground.

It wasn't until Shen Yingxia spoke out that Tan Lang looked away in panic.

Shen Yingxia was not an inexperienced girl, so she knew what Tanlang's behavior meant just now.

At this moment, Tan Lang was only concentrating on cleaning her wounds, as if he had completely calmed down.

Shen Yingxia couldn't help but feel that men were too simple. As long as the girls show weakness and give them some sweet treats, they can turn the page. Zhao Junran is like this, and Tan Lang is also like this.

Liu Yu'er is the kind of girl who is used to coaxing young men. She has been working in a brothel for more than ten years, and she has become sophisticated in these methods.

Such Liu Yu'er, how could she not be completely defeated when compared to her previous life, when she was lacking in strength and always wanted to maintain her dignity?

Tan Lang didn't say a word, he just concentrated on applying ointment to her. Dip the warm fingertips into some cold ointment, and then gently rub it on the wound on Shen Yingxia's arm.

At this time, he was very serious, and he was afraid of accidentally hurting Shen Yingxia. Shen Yingxia felt a numb and itchy feeling in her heart because of this touch.

This feeling was unbearable, and Shen Yingxia only hoped that this process would end soon.

Tanlang's expression was extremely serious, his fox eyes staring at her arm intently, as if treating her wounds was the most important and serious thing in the world.

The light inside the house is no better than outside, a little dim. Tan Lang sat sideways, half of his delicate features were in the light and half was submerged in the darkness.

The faint fragrance comes in bursts, and the atmosphere becomes more and more charming.

Shen Yingxia's eyes gradually became watery, and just before she couldn't help but hum, Tan Lang put down her arm and took out a clean plain cloth from the tray.

"Is this the Jiang family's cotton cloth?" Shen Yingxia said.

She had to divert her attention now.

"Yeah." He unfolded the strip of cloth, aligned the corners, then folded it, and pressed the crease carefully.

"Isn't this specially bought for studying weaving techniques? Why are you using it for me?" Shen Yingxia's little thoughts disappeared and she sat up straight.

Doesn't this delay her career?

"This is good." Tan Lang pushed her back, held her wrist, and wrapped it around her, leaving no room for resistance.


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