Chapter 515 Quite Nervous

Gu Yanhao, who was wearing a bathrobe, was sitting in front of the bed, looking at her sharp back with extremely deep eyes.

With his fingers, he gently brushed away her black hair.

The blue hair slowly fell on both sides, extremely smooth.

There was no black silk on it, what was exposed was a deep scar.

It was knocked out by her falling on a tree branch, and she hung on it for so long, not only on her back, but also on her front.

Looking at this red bruise, Gu Yanhao's deep eyes flashed with distress.

His palm, along this bruise, stroked and rubbed lightly.

The itching made Song Wuyou tremble after wave.

"I'll give you medicine." Gu Yanhao said in a low voice.

"En." Song Wuyou lazily replied.

After taking off her clothes in the bathroom, Gu Yanhao found several bruises on her body.

After flushing these bruises with warm heat for a long time, Ade bought some ointment and came back.

He held the ointment bottle in one hand, and applied ointment to her scar with the other.

"I'm ashamed that I failed to protect you and hurt you." Gu Yanhao's eyes were deep.

"You have your career, so it's impossible to stay by my side all the time, right? I'll still feel tired and not fun." Song Wuyou said with a smile.

"You think it's fun to suffer such a serious injury?" Gu Yanhao said coldly.

"This injury is nothing to me."

"You are a woman."

"Women can take a lot too."

"Then what does your husband use for it?"

Song Wuyou turned his head and looked at him with a smile: "It's for companionship, chatting, and sex."

"I like the latter part."

"Stallion."

"You understand this word too?"

"After staying with you for a long time, it slowly became dirty."

Gu Yanhao smiled dotingly: "My wife is dirty, I like it. But you can only dirty me, not other men."

Song Wuyou looked at him with a smile: "No, I only dirty you."

Gu Yanhao gently pressed her bruise, "Does it hurt?"

Song Wuyou nodded: "A little bit."

Gu Yanhao's eyes were filled with pity.

"This pain point, compared with being able to return to you, I don't care at all."

"Yeah." Gu Yanhao lowered his head and continued to apply the ointment for her.

After painting the backside, "Turn around."

Song Wuyou was ashamed: "The one in front, I will do it myself."

Gu Yanhao stared at her coolly: "Don't be hypocritical, turn around."

Song Wuyou: "I will blush and my heart will beat."

"If your face doesn't turn red and your heart beats, that's a dead person."

"..."

"Turn it around quickly, if you don't turn it around, I will do it myself."

Song Wuyou pursed his lips and turned around slowly.

His face was red as hell, his heart was beating, his eyes were extremely shy.

Gu Yanhao solemnly set his eyes on the bruise under the two lumps of flesh.

Squeeze out the ointment and apply.

But the roots of his ears were abnormally red.

His gaze didn't fall directly there, but from the corner of his eye, he could still see her firmness clearly.

Round and firm, with a perfect shape, it really makes people want to bite, knead and rub.

While applying the medicine, his hand touched her from time to time, and the touch was wonderful.

The warmth of his hand made Song Wuyou even more shy.

Gu Yanhao glanced at her, and saw that her face was so red that it couldn't be redder, with thin beads of sweat protruding from her forehead, her shy appearance was coquettish and cute.

"Are you nervous?" he asked.

He bent his head to apply the medicine to her, and the warm breath sprayed on her skin, just like he bent his head to admire her tenderness, could she not be nervous, could she not blush?

"Well, quite nervous." Song Wuyou said truthfully.