Chapter 129 (2/2)

In fact, no matter how careful he is, his trouser legs will gradually stick to the skin and flesh. If he pulls them gently, it will hurt.

Feng Mo Chen would feel pain, but he didn't snort. He just coagulated every move of the night. She knew that if she said it hurt, he would not bear it.

So, no matter how painful it was, she bit her teeth and endured it.

Tied fingers gently clenched, indifferent to sit on the stone, motionless.

In a long time, I finally lifted all my trouser legs up to my knees, revealing a leg beyond recognition. After being injured by the wooden clip on the bridge, although I had treated and bandaged it, in this short day and night, in the cold snow, I fell and the cold air came into my body, tossing back and forth, and finally the wound deteriorated and purulent.

”Does it hurt?” The night leaves brake to lift Mou to look at her, the side talks with her, but the action on the hand doesn't stop, immediately grasp the crushed herb on the slate, give her to apply on the wound.

Hiss.

When the herbal juice intruded into the wound, Feng Mo Chen didn't hold back. He snorted in pain, and his forehead was filled with sweat.

”It hurts.” She didn't deny it. It really hurt.

”Your Highness is braver than I imagined. He didn't cry in pain. Ha ha.” The night leaves the brake to lower the head to go, while saying that the side quickly wipes the herb all on the wound.

Seeing his quick action, Feng Mo Chen frowned and said: ”at least I'm also the prince. How can I cry for a little thing? It's a shame to spread it. You have to remember what happened today, or I'll make you look good.”