MTL - On Our Wedding Night, His Highness Can’t Continue His Acting After Reading My Mind!-Chapter 372 372: Are you really crying?

  Nangong Mo saw the rare medicinal herbs she picked recently, including the thousand-year-old snow lotus, and knew that those were her treasures, but now she used them to save him without hesitation, and couldn't help but feel happy.

Thinking about it again, the first thing she did after waking up was to look for him, ask him where he was, people who were worried about him, came to see him day and night, the spontaneous sense of happiness almost overwhelmed him, and the whole person was in awe. A little blissful.

   "Why are you standing there in a daze? Sit down quickly and I will bandage your wound."

   Nangong Mo immediately came back to his senses, twitched the corners of his mouth and gave her a gentle smile, "Okay!"

   Then he sat down obediently, quietly, with an intoxicated and obsessed smile on his face.

  Yun Ran'e frowned slightly, and looked at him a little confused. How could he still laugh when he was hurt like this? Doesn't it hurt?

  Although he was puzzled in his heart, his hands were unambiguous, and he cleaned the wound skillfully and meticulously, applied medicine, and bandaged it.

  Because he was afraid of hurting him, Yun Ran was extra careful, controlled the strength in his hand, and said from time to time, "If it hurts, just squeak, and I will be lighter."

  Nangong Mo looked at the girl's focused and beautiful face, and raised the corners of his mouth, "I'm not a mouse, what are you talking about?"

   "??"

  Yun Ran was stunned, looked up at him, and met his playfully smiling eyes, which were particularly flat.

  If it wasn't that his face was too pale, if it wasn't that she couldn't bear it, she really wanted to slap his wound twice, and it would hurt him to death!

  The bandage was not long enough, Yunran cut a piece of bandage and pressed it on his medicated wound, then tore off a piece of fabric from his skirt, and wound it backwards from his chest.

   "Nangong Mo, raise your arms a bit."

  She was very close, and looking down from his angle, she saw the girl's bright eyes and white teeth, her skin was creamy, and a wisp of elegant and delicate fragrance lingered in her breath, stirring up ripples in her heart for no reason.

  Nangong Mo's breathing stagnated slightly, his eyes darkened, and he raised his arm as he said.

  The cloth strip had to go around from behind, and it was inevitable that Yun Ran was very close to him, so close that Nangong Mo could clearly feel the tender body of the nephrite jade in his arms.

  There are layers of unstoppable ripples in the heart lake, uncontrollable, and distracted.

  Yunran, on the other hand, was so focused on his injury that he had no time to think about it.

  At this moment, in her eyes, he is a wounded patient who urgently needs to be healed.

  She couldn't see his unsurpassed beauty, and she couldn't care about his perfect figure that made mistakes alluring. She just wanted to bandage up this wound quickly so that she could deal with the next one.

  Nangong Mo slowly raised his hand, as if being bewitched, he wanted to caress the girl's slender and slender snowy neck.

   Coincidentally, Yunran tied the knot, bent down to reach the wet handkerchief beside him, and was about to treat the next wound, just like this coincidentally avoided someone's outstretched claws.

   Nangong Mo frowned, his chaotic and feverish mind regained a bit of clarity, and pinched his fingers a little annoyed.

**** it! What was he thinking about?

   All she cared about was his injury, but what about him? What's going on in your head?

  Nangong Mo took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried his best to suppress the raging flames in his body.

  Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, everything in the world is illusion, everything is false! Grandpa is not hot at all! Grandpa doesn't want to at all!

  Yunran didn't know his thoughts, all her attention was on those wounds on his body.

   It's just that the more you deal with it, the more frightened you become, and more distressed and angry!

  Besides the deep and dangerous wound on his heart, there were seven or eight knife wounds of different shades on his leg, and according to her experience, they were all caused by daggers.

  Yun Ran only felt a little black and dizzy in front of her eyes. Could it be...all these injuries were caused by her?

   This cognition is like a heavy stone hitting the bottom of his heart. His heart is dull and painful, and he can't breathe. Even the finger that gave him the medicine trembled uncontrollably.

   "Nangong Mo, these injuries... must be very painful, right?"

  Nangong Mo naturally heard the slight tremor in her voice, and only thought that she was so distressed that she was about to cry after seeing his tragic situation, and she couldn't help feeling very relieved and happy in her heart.

   "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all."

   Doesn't hurt?

  How could it not hurt?

  Yun Ran only felt a twinge in his heart, "It's me, isn't it?"

  Nangong Mo was stunned for a moment, then tapped her forehead with a flick of his finger, a little dumbfounded, "What are you thinking? How could it be you? Of course it's not you!"

  Yun Ran looked up at him in a daze, with a thin layer of water mist crawling in her starry eyes, "You didn't lie to me?"

  Nangong Mo: Are you really crying? The little girl really cares about Grandpa so much!

   Feeling flustered, Nangong Mo quickly reached out and rubbed her hair, "Of course I never lied to you, your master never lied to little girls."

  Yun Ran stared at him quietly with open eyes full of autumn water and didn't speak, as if she didn't believe his nonsense at all.

  Nangong Mo: "..."

   What kind of look is this?

   "You just stabbed me once and the person fainted, and then the killer appeared. If you didn't have me, you would have died, how could you have the opportunity to stab me many times?"

  Yun Ran heard the words, and a violent murderous look suddenly appeared in the misty eyes, "Killer? They hurt you like this? Who are they?"

  Nangong Mo: "..."

  Is this going to dismember the killer? Buried alive? The frying pan was fried?

  If he said that those wounds were stabbed by himself... what would happen?

   Nangong Mo pursed his thin lips, silently glanced at the blood-stained dagger not far away, and frowned slightly.

   Mistake, why didn’t you put it away just now?

   "Are they the prince's people? Or... Wushang? Did Wushang appear again? Did he hurt you?"

  Yunran didn't wait for his answer and couldn't help but guess.

  In normal times, Wushang would definitely not be able to hurt him, but that night he was stabbed by her, wounding a vital part, his heart veins were damaged, and the old poison in his body broke out.

  Yun Ran, who was immersed in her own thoughts, didn't notice the man's suddenly dark face.

  No pain? snort! It's so intimate!