my devil butler

Back at the house in England, Fengyue passed out from the pain early. With Jiulan around, he could fall asleep with peace of mind. Unable to rest assured, when Jiulan told him to close his eyes, he fell asleep.

Looking at Fengyue who was sleeping on the bed, Jiulan reached out and twisted the towel she just picked up from the basin, and gently wiped Fengyue's forehead. His forehead was broken and bruised. When Jiulan saw the forehead injury, , bit his lip, they really deserved to die for disfiguring his young master.

Putting down the towel, she stretched out her hand to untie Fengyue's battered clothes, and the welt marks reflected in his eyes. Jiulan's eyes were complex, filled with hatred, coldness, and distress...

"Master, I'm really sorry." Jiulan seemed to be saying to Fengyue, and seemed to be talking to herself, picked up the towel, gently wiped Fengyue's body, and threw the tattered clothes on on the floor aside.

After wiping it clean, he picked up the medicinal wine and applied the medicine lightly, the tingling pain woke Fengyue from his lethargy.

"Master, did I strike too hard?" Jiu Lan looked at Fengyue who slowly opened her eyes, and stopped what she was doing.

"A little bit." Fengyue opened her mouth and answered, her voice was haggard and hoarse.

"Young master can actually..." Jiulan put down the potion bottle, picked up Fengyue's tied and broken wrist, put it to her lips, and licked it gently. The wound slowly healed like magic. "Master, in fact, it can be like this, do you think it is okay?"

Fengyue was stunned, looking at Jiulan's strange eyes, a little panicked, those eyes he saw ten years ago, so ambiguous, she withdrew her hand in a panic: "Jiulan stop making trouble, let go, come on medicine."

Are you kidding, his injuries are all over his body, he has the nerve to give it to him... Thinking of this, Fengyue blushed, what the hell was he thinking!Obviously this thing is not sensational!It's just therapy! !

"Master, can I say no?" Jiulan's tone was a little deliberate, her playful eyes fell on Fengyue's red and naked upper body, she climbed onto the bed, put her hands on Fengyue's left and right sides, leaned down gently, and kissed her. Fengyue's forehead, gently licking the wound...

"Jiulan, that's enough!" Fengyue pushed Jiulan away in embarrassment, her eyes were cold, and she slapped her backhand.

"Master, are you punishing me for being too slow today?" Jiu Lan didn't care about the sting on her face, picked up the medicinal wine bottle beside the bed, and sat beside Fengyue peacefully, helping him wipe the wound . "Master, Miss Liuli may come tomorrow, the wound on the forehead must not leak out, Miss Liuli will be suspicious."

Hearing this, Fengyue was startled, it turned out that this guy was worried about tomorrow's affairs, he blamed him wrongly, he thought wrongly, he thought what Jiulan was going to do, he really... Overthinking!

"Is the young master expecting me to do something?" Jiulan looked at Fengyue's face as if the five-flavored bottle was overturned, and continued to tease Fengyue.

"Don't use mind reading skills on me!!" Fengyue glared at Jiulan, why is this guy so annoying, what time is it, and he is still in the mood to tease him.

"No, the young master's thoughts are all written on his face." Jiu Lan denied it, pointed at her own face, and smiled.

"Cut..." Fengyue bared coldly, and turned her head away from Jiulan's smile.