Young Master Mo's Rebirth Sweet Wife

Chapter 717 Kiss the Wound

right!It must be so!

At night, the room was still pitch black, Luo Xiyan still kept her original movements, and didn't move all afternoon.

In the whole room, except for the two of them, there was no one else. Luo Xiyan didn't turn on the light, but just snuggled up to each other quietly.

Borrowing the moonlight, quietly watching the man's handsome face.

Without the coldness in front of outsiders and the closeness to strangers, in Luo Xiyan's arms, he is like a tired man who is resting in the arms of his loved one, nothing more.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and Jun Ximo struggled to open his eyes.

Suddenly, as if realizing something, Jun Ximo suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a familiar face in the dark environment.

In the dark night, with her back facing the moonlight, her whole body was like a luminous body, shining into his heart.

"Yan Bao..."

Maybe it was a deep sleep in the afternoon, without water, his voice was hoarse, low and hoarse like a metallic sound.

Seeing that he woke up, Luo Xiyan gradually relaxed between her brows and eyes where Jun Ximo didn't see, and her tightly knit brows also slowly relaxed.

"Are you awake? Scared me to death!"

The sudden hug made Jun Ximo stunned in place, his body stiffened, not daring to move.

His hands gradually climbed up Luo Xiyan's back, his firm and powerful arms tightly wrapped her in his arms, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones.

"Sorry...for making you worry."

Thinking of losing control this afternoon, and thinking of her hugging herself desperately, Jun Ximo felt a little scared.

His silly girl, it's always like this, always doing things that make him feel so soft.

His whole life has been planted in this girl's hands.

"Fool, what nonsense are you talking about!" Luo Xiyan wrinkled her nose, and said displeasedly, with a trace of sullenness in her tone.

Jun Ximo heard it, but he didn't speak, his chin gently rubbed against Luo Xiyan's shoulder.

The next moment, Jun Ximo froze, his dark pupils suddenly constricted, he held her shoulders with both hands, pushed her away from his arms, and stared blankly at Luo Xiyan's shoulders under the night.

Standing up abruptly, Jun Ximo bent down, and before Luo Xiyan could react, he picked her up and walked towards the only double bed in the room.

"Patta——" the bedside lamp was turned on, emitting a dim light in the dark room, but it did not prevent Jun Ximo from seeing the wound on Luo Xiyan's shoulder clearly.

Luo Xiyan looked at the man sitting on the edge of the bed in bewilderment, looking at her angrily.

For some reason, when she met those pitch-black eyes, she subconsciously felt guilty.

"Small, little Mozi..."

Before Luo Xiyan finished speaking, a hairy head was buried on her shoulder, and she could still feel the softness and moistness of the wound on her shoulder.

Luo Xiyan blinked in surprise, he, he, he...

Kissing her wounds? ! !

"I'm sorry, my Yan Bao, you idiot..." Jun Ximo looked at the two rows of deep teeth marks on the woman's milk-like skin with pity.

The blood around him had already dried up, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a pair of invisible hands, and he was so depressed that he couldn't breathe.

His silly girl always doesn't cherish herself, and hurts herself time and time again, but this time, he really hurt her.

(End of this chapter)