Binding the Dragon for the Empress - Chapter 12

[Chapter 12 I only know that you are the best person in the world for me]

White silk wrapped Xuanlong’s neck layer after layer, and it was soaked with blood in a short time. Yan Yuan had to remove it and wrap it again with a new one. It was only after two or three consecutive wounds that the bleeding was barely stopped. A nice knot is tied at the back of the neck.

Yan Yuan didn’t want to look at Xuanlong’s face any more, and the guilt that faded after one more glance swept in again. He dipped the handkerchief in warm water, held Xuanlong’s hand that was hanging on the quilt, and lowered his eyes. The man wiped off the blood left in the man’s fingers: “How is the injury on your chest? Let me see.”

Xuanlong began to fall asleep again, and insisted: “It will be healed soon.”

“Let me see . “Yan Yuan refused to listen to him, and threw the handkerchief back into the silver basin on the side, looking up at the man’s pale face.

His blue-green pupils looked clear and demonic under the beating candlelight, and the erect pupils trembled slightly, as if he was trying to avoid something, but Yan Yuan didn’t give him a chance.

“You know I’ll be worried, let me see.”

That day Yanyuan took the dragon scales and left, she didn’t know how badly he was hurt, but it wasn’t much better if she thought about it.

The two silently stalemate for a while, Xuanlong lowered his head and undid the belt on his underwear, revealing his injured body. When he was dressed, he looked tall and straight. In fact, the flesh under the clothes was not strong. It was only covered with a thin layer of beautiful muscles, and his chest was wrapped with a layer of burlap black cloth that he did not know where he got it. No real injuries were seen. condition.

“I’ll do it.” Yan Yuan sat closer to him. It took a lot of time to understand the scribbled knot. The burlap black cloth was removed layer by layer. The dragon’s body suddenly trembled, and he let out a low snort.

It turned out that the wound cloth and the wound grew together.

Yan Yuan raised her eyes and glanced at the man’s pale face, her throat was dry: “You hold back.”

If you don’t take it off in time, it will be more difficult to deal with in the future.

Xuanlong responded, his body trembled violently with his movements, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and cold sweat slipped from the corner of his forehead across the angular jawline and dripped onto the back of Yan Yuan’s hand.

“You lied to me, you said it didn’t hurt.” Yan Yuan complained.

Xuanlong’s chest heaved up and down with difficulty, and his low voice was a little hoarse: “…just a little bit.”

The black linen coarse cloth that was adhered to the wound was finally removed, and the wound that was originally uneven was pulled out. It is even more pitted, and the original pink and tender meat has become dark red.

And the wound has doubled from the size of an adult man’s fist before.

Yan Yuan silently applied medicine to Xuanlong, and then carefully re-wrapped the wound with fine white silk, as if he could even out what he owed the other party.

Seeing that he didn’t speak, Xuanlong thought he was angry, and called him awkwardly and awkwardly: “A Yuan.” In the

past, my mother used to look like this when she was angry. He treats it like air. That feeling is a thousand times worse than the physical pain.

If he pestered his mother, he would most likely get a bloody whipping. Over time, he would not do the things that would always hurt him, and he had also developed such a dull and taciturn temperament, not accustomed to the outside world. Express your emotions.

Because no one cares, no one will be a little soft on him just because he hurts.

Yan Yuan is the one who will be soft on him.

Just when Xuanlong hesitated and didn’t know what to say, Yan Yuan suddenly raised her head, leaned over to hug him, and said dumbly. “Apo, I’m sorry… I don’t want it either.”

“I don’t want this.”

Xuanlong was stunned, and after realizing what he was saying, he raised his hand to cover Yan Yuan’s generous back, and said in a low voice, “Don’t Sad.”

“I’m fine.”

“I know, as long as I’m happy, you’ll be happy, right?” Yan Yuan’s chin was on his shoulder, her eyes were hot.

“But I’m still very sad. I don’t know why, since the day I saw you, there seems to be an inexplicable sadness in my heart, as if I knew you in a previous life…”

“Perhaps it was made in heaven.”

Xuanlong said this in such a serious tone, Yan Yuan burst out laughing, and couldn’t help but laugh: “How did you learn to speak love?”

“…” Xuanlong said nothing. You don’t need to look to know that the dragon’s ears must be red.

Yan Yuan’s heart was entangled with other things, and she didn’t have the heart to tease him again, so she let go of Xuanlong and looked at his valiant face: “Apo, if one day, you find out that I have done something wrong to you? … Can you forgive me?”

“Why are you sorry for me?” Xuanlong looked at him.

“I mean if, in case.” Yan Yuan didn’t know what she was insisting on, but he just wanted to get the other party’s guarantee. “If there is one day, can you forgive me?”

Xuanlong was silent for a long time before he lowered his eyes: “I only know that you are the best person in the world for me.”

[End of This Chapter]