Divine doctor son Ben Hongzhuang

Chapter 383 Aroused Layers of Goosebumps

"You lost. I thought it was humility, but I didn't expect it to be real strength. Do you still want to lose?"

Mo Jiu wanted to find out something strange in Ling Xiaohan's expression, but there was no other change on his face except that his eyes became darker.

Mo Jiu raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said, "Yes, my skills are not as good as others. I can't do it anymore. I'm tired and want to rest for a while."

After speaking, he yawned tiredly and walked towards the only bed in the room.

Ling Xiaohan, who was behind Mo Jiu, looked deeper, but his voice was mocking. "Ajiu and Zhen are really welcome. I have to go to bed before I rest?"

Mo Jiu waved his hands behind him, and said, "I know you won't be so stingy, if you were really such a stingy person, you wouldn't have sent all your hidden guards out."

"You know me very well, rest when you are tired."

Wen Yan Mojiu was not polite, took off his shoes, went to bed and lay down.

Mo Jiu seemed very tired, and his voice was lazy and exhausted after lying down. "Then I won't be polite."

Maybe it was really exhausting, Mo Jiu's breathing gradually became shallower, as if he had fallen asleep.

A light flashed in Ling Xiaohan's eyes, he got up, and slowly approached the bed.

At this moment, Mo Jiu was lying on the inner side of the bed, from Ling Xiaohan's perspective, he could only see Ru Mo's long hair and a soft side face.

Ling Xiaohan stretched out a hand, and gently brushed away Mo Jiu's long hair with his fingers, revealing her white neck.

The hand stopped on Mo Jiu's neck.Mo Jiu's neck was very slender, his complexion was fair and smooth.

Ling Xiaohan's fingertips gently rubbed against Mo Jiu's neck, his eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At this moment, Mo Jiu didn't really fall asleep.Ling Xiaohan's fingers were cold, a bit like the skin of a cold-blooded animal, and Mo Jiu's skin was aroused layer upon layer when he stroked her neck.

Suddenly that hand stretched out, as if to grab Bo Jiu's neck.

Mo Jiu turned over and rolled towards the inner side of the bed, a carp straightened up, and at the same time swung the long whip in his hand.

This set of movements is long to say, but the speed at that time can be described as lightning, but in the blink of an eye, all this has been settled.

The whip that Mo Jiu swung accurately hit Ling Xiaohan's hand.

After Mo Jiu completed this set of flowing movements, Ling Xiaohan still stood there, even keeping his hands on Mo Jiu's neck.

Blood flowed from Ling Xiaohan's hands, dripping on the white bed sheet, like plum blossoms in full bloom.Both gorgeous and shocking.

Mo Jiu also paused in place, and the two of them stalemate for a moment, Mo Jiu raised his eyebrows and said, "Xiao Han? What are you doing?"

Ling Xiaohan smiled bitterly, and said: "I see that you have an injury on your neck, and I want to help you deal with it. What are you doing?"

Hearing this, Mo Jiu touched his neck subconsciously, and found that there was indeed a shallow wound on his neck.

Mo Jiu dropped the whip in his hand and went to check Ling Xiaohan's wound.

Because Ling Xiaohan didn't hide, Mo Jiu beat him hard, and the wound was not shallow.

Mo Jiu took out some regular medicine, cleaned his wound, bandaged it, and said, "I'm sorry, I fell asleep just now, and I thought some gangster wanted my life. Then why don't you hide?"

Ling Xiaohan shook his head, his expression quite helpless. "I never thought that Ajiu would attack me."

Mo Jiu was supposed to stay and protect Ling Xiaohan but instead hurt him, and she felt a little sorry.

(End of this chapter)