The long eyelashes like butterfly wings were covered with tears caused by pain.
Just like herself, beautiful and fragile.
Mo Ronyan stretched out his slender fingers, gently hooked the belt around her slender waist with his fingertips, and applied a little force...
Instantly.
The silky white lining flows down the same fair and delicate skin.
Finally, it was sprinkled on the extremely red bed.
A large expanse of fair skin was exposed, covered with patches of strange rose-red marks.
Red and white intertwined to create a gorgeous picture.
Mo Ronyan dipped his fingertips into the milky white ointment and carefully applied it on Su Ruotang's skin bit by bit.
Under the dim light of the night pearl, the snow-white girl lay weak and boneless between the quilts embroidered with dragons and phoenixes.
Wearing a red wedding dress, a man with magnificent features knelt beside the bed, his slender fingertips dipped in white ointment, slowly wiping over the rose-like marks.
The depths of his deep pupils seemed to be covered by surging dark clouds, dim and unclear.
He took every step, extremely seriously, and never missed a trace of skin.
The refreshing and cooling ointment spreads all over the body, and the burning pain gradually dissipates.
The faint scent of medicine, accompanied by the refreshing scent of cedar, lingered in the tip of her nose, and Su Ruotang slowly opened her eyes.
What caught his eye was a very familiar figure.
Mo Ronyan took a clean handkerchief, slowly wiped off the ointment on his fingertips, looked into her confused eyes, and said in a low voice: "I'll apply the ointment on you, and you can go back to sleep."
Su Ruotang suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed his finely curved wrist.
Mo Ronyan's eyes slowly moved down and landed on that warm little hand.
Probably because his mind was not yet fully awake, Su Ruotang's dark pupils had no focus, and the syllables he spat out were blurred, "I won't sleep, I want to drink..."
drink wine?
Mo Ronyan raised his eyes and glanced at the two cups of Henan wine placed next to the dragon and phoenix candle. He raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "He's wine?"
Su Ruotang was not conscious. He vaguely heard the word "wine" and nodded.
Mo Ronyan pondered for a moment, then glanced at the half-burned dragon and phoenix candles. The clear and smooth voice had an inexplicable meaning, "Really want to drink? Can you drink if you are allergic?"
"You can drink, go and get the wine..." Su Ruotang urged impatiently.
Mo Ronyan took a deep look at her, stepped forward with his long legs, touched the white jade cup with his fingertips, and paused slightly.
He glanced sideways at the beautiful woman on the bed, was silent for a moment, then returned to the bed with two glasses of wine.
Su Ruotang propped himself up and followed his instinct to reach for the wine glass in his hand.
Mo Ronyan let go and allowed her to successfully get the wine glass. As soon as it reached her lips, someone pinched her wrist.
The man's unhurried voice came: "This is not how you drink this wine."
Su Ruotang looked up at him in confusion.
Those twinkling peach blossom eyes are soaked in seductive water color, but the eyes are confused, revealing innocent confusion, the ultimate contrast, and unknowingly seductive.
Mo Ronyan's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he raised his hand to cover her eyes, "You should drink it like this."
As he spoke, his hand holding the wine glass went around Su Ruotang's arm, intersected with her wrist, and handed the wine glass to his lips, "Drink."
The man's cold white skin glowed with an invisible whiteness against the backdrop of the red wedding dress.
The extreme whiteness blends with the beautiful appearance, revealing a coquettish and morbid beauty.
Su Ruotang imitated his behavior blankly and put the wine glass to her lips.
The two drank Hexin wine almost at the same time.
"Well, it tastes bad..." After the wine was gone, Su Ruotang threw the glass on the carpet in disgust.
Mo Ronyan bent down, picked up the wine glass, and rubbed the rim of the glass with his white fingertips.
The next second, he stood up, walked to the cabinet aside, and put the two wine glasses into the cabinet.
Su Ruotang was lying on the bed, her unfocused pupils reflecting the man's back as he walked away.
She bit her lip, and her blurred voice came out, "I gave her a token of love... and she married me... an unclean dog man."
Mo Ronyan made a move, put the cup away, walked to Dingding and looked at her, with no emotion in his eyes, and his voice was indifferent, "Are you awake?"
Su Ruotang was stimulated by his cold tone, raised his head slightly, and uttered one word in a straight tone, "Get out!"
Fairies don’t want unclean dog men!
After saying this, she frowned and scratched the allergic spots on her body, "Itchy..."
Mo Ronyan pinched her wrist and said in a deep voice: "I just applied ointment, so you can't scratch it."
Su Ruotang was stunned for a moment, with grievances appearing in her eyes. She struggled to break free from the man's restraints, "You are mean to me, let go..."
There is a woman outside the dog man. He asked her to go to bed early on the wedding night and refused to drink Hexin wine with her. Now he dares to be cruel to her. This life will never go away!
She wants to divorce this dog man!
Mo Ronyan directly pulled the person into his arms, dipped his fingertips in the ointment again, and blew on it gently while applying it.
Due to the cold poison in his body, the man's body temperature was lower than that of ordinary people. His cool breath swept across his skin, diluting the pain.
Half-held in the man's arms, the burning pain on her skin gradually subsided. Su Ruotang stopped struggling, and her confused mind gradually cleared up.
Her eyelids were lowered, and she looked quietly at the fat rabbit on the bracelet.
After a while, the pain and itch on her body completely subsided. She sat up and looked sideways at the man behind her.
The corners of his lips raised with a mocking arc, "The rumors are indeed true."
Mo Rongyan's slender fingers slowly wiped the ointment over her white and tender skin, and applied the ointment again. His clear voice was still calm, "Rumors?"
Seeing his calm and indifferent, yet gentle and distant look, Su Ruotang's sarcastic curve on his lips became wider, "Oh, the world calls the third prince an immortal, but I think it's more appropriate to call him a bodhisattva."
"On your wedding day, you received gifts from your childhood sweetheart, and after seeing off the guests, you still come to care about your paper wife. I have to say that no Bodhisattva is as compassionate as you."
Mo Ronyan slowly took the silk handkerchief on the side, wiped the remaining ointment on his fingertips, and looked at the outer room, "Open it? What did you give?"
Su Ruotang simply closed his eyes and was too lazy to answer.
Her marriage to Mo Ronyan was a transaction.
She had thought about trying to get along with him before, but that hairpin cut off her budding thoughts.
"Little Begonia..."
Mo Rongyan suddenly called out softly.
