Dark Emperor, your wife is abusing scum again

Chapter 117
"What's wrong with you today? You're stammering!"

Dongfang Lin sensed that something was wrong with Wang Luo, and looked up at him with deep doubts in his eyes.

Wang Luo is not a human being inside and out now, he was so angry that he sat down on the sofa.

He picked up the cigarette next to him, lit it, and took a deep breath before regaining his senses.

He glanced at Dongfang Lin, and said lazily, "Look at what time it is? A doctor of my level, don't disturb my private time with this minor illness next time."

"Hmph, since it's so clear, I'll sell it next time I have a spiritual power stone."

"Dongfang Lin, you are disrespecting your elders like this."

"When did you see me respect the elders?"

One sentence made Wang Luo unable to refute. Dongfang Lin was really not the kind of junior who blindly respected her elders. To gain her respect, she had to rely on her character and ability.

"Okay, you can do it yourself."

As Wang Luo said, he got up and went directly to the second floor. Dongfang Lin was always injured in training before, and he was very familiar with Wang Luo's family, so it didn't matter whether he was there or not. Dongfang Lin didn't keep him.

After taking a shower, Obsidian only wore a towel around his waist, and the mischievous water droplets slipped into the towel along his toned chest muscles, crazy and sexy.

It's a pity that in Dongfang Lin's eyes, only Obsidian's chest and abdominal muscles were seen, and she couldn't help showing admiration.

"Your physical training is not bad."

When Dongfang Lin spoke, he had already walked to Hei Yao's side, and stretched out his hand to poke lightly.

After poking, she felt that the breath of Obsidian sprayed on her neck became hot, and then she felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

She hastily withdrew her hand, but Hei Yao grabbed her little hand and pressed it against her chest again.

"I think it still needs training."

When Black Yao was speaking, the other hand smoothed his hair back, revealing his delicate facial features.

Dongfang Lin didn't really want to discuss Hei Yao's chest muscles at this moment, so he immediately changed the subject: "I was negligent about what happened tonight, and I will talk to Shangguan An."

However, Hei Yao pulled Dongfang Lin back to the sofa, motioned her to sit down, and then he picked up the medical kit on the coffee table.

"It's broken here."

Obsidian's thumb lightly touched her lips, and the unexpected pain made her frown slightly.

She forgot that her mouth should be swollen now, she didn't know if it looked funny or not.

"Myself……"

Before she finished speaking, Obsidian hooked her chin with his index finger, covered her lips again with his thumb covered in ointment, and gently rubbed from the corner of the mouth to the other side.

"Do you feel better?"

"This ointment works well."

After applying the ointment, the pain disappeared instantly.

"I'll paint it for you too!"

Before Dongfang Lin reached out to take the ointment, Hei Yao lowered his head, pressed his thin lips against hers, and got up quickly before she could react.

Dongfang Lin touched his lips subconsciously, and looked at Hei Yao suspiciously.

It just happened to meet his smiling eyes, and the warmth touched her heart lightly like a feather.

"Has the effect of the medicine gone yet?"

She just asked casually, but who knew that Hei Yao really nodded.

"Can you kiss me again? I don't feel so uncomfortable anymore."

Dongfang Lin didn't care. After all, the two of them were a fiancée, and now they should be regarded as boyfriend and girlfriend.

So she directly stretched out her arms to hook Hei Yao's neck, and offered her own lips.

Standing on the platform on the second floor, Wang Luo watched Dongfang Lin being eaten to death by the black-bellied boy Hei Yao, sighed helplessly, and shook his head angrily.

(End of this chapter)