Chapter 922: Also fragrant

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Diao Chan remembered his injury again.
Because "people have three urgency" before, I didn't want to care about chest pain, but I noticed that my chest was still numb, it didn't hurt, and itchy.
Diao Chan twisted his head and found that his head moved freely.
I tried to raise my hand, but still felt a little pain.
However, he was already very satisfied. After all, he hurt his ribs and was able to recover at an extraordinary speed in just a few days. Thanks to Nalanchu's unique internal force treatment and intimate care.
Diao Chan put his hand down and lay motionless for a few days. It was indeed sore all over the body, but as long as she thought of a bullying little woman, she immediately forgot the pain.
Diao Chan started from his heart, and touched the hand with his hand on the bed. He touched the head of the thread and rubbed it into a ball. Then he put it on his fingertips.
Nalanchu was just woke up in his sleep.
Nalanchu opened his eyes, his eyes full of confusion, for a moment, then suddenly remembered his responsibility, quickly jumped out of the collapse and ran to the bed.
Diao Chan twisted her head and stared at her with a playful look.
Nalanchu tilted her head slightly. "Sir, are you awake?"
Diao Chan frowned slightly. "What do you do on your side? What did you do that you didn't dare to face me?"
"I ... I didn't do anything wrong." Nalan Chu was grieved. From yesterday to today, she has been sleeping well?
"Why didn't you do anything wrong? Why didn't you face me directly?" The voice was impatient.
Nalanchu was embarrassed. "Because ... because ... I didn't rinse my mouth in the morning."
"..."
Diao Chan paused, and then burst into laughter, but immediately began to have chest pain and a sudden change in complexion.
"Master Diao Chan, are you okay?" Nalan Chu anxiously, reaching out to untie Diao Chan's clothes.
Diao Chan grabbed her hand subconsciously and stopped her. "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."
Nalanchu's eyes were anxious, "Master Diao Chan is really so, what's so funny, what do you do when you're so hurt, and what's going on with the wound?"
"Of course it's funny, what's the reason for not gargle? You didn't gargle, did I not gargle?"
"It's different."
"What's different?"
"Master Diao Chan is a man."
Diao Chan frowned. "Men don't need to gargle anymore? What's the point?"
Nalanchu thought, it seemed the same thing, but felt that there was something wrong, "but ... men do not gargle, at most they are said to stink men, women do not gargle, it is unpleasant."
Diao Chan realized, and raised his eyebrows. "It is very fragrant without mouthwash."
"!" Nalanchu was surprised and flushed instantly.
Diao Chan found another point of teasing Nalanchu, which was to make her blush.
Unlike other women, Nalanchu rarely rubs fat and powders, and has very little incense on her body. She always wears a touch of medicinal fragrance. At first, she is not used to it, but once used, it is difficult to let go. Something missing.
"Hey," Diao Chan said lightly.
"Uh?" Nalanchu was puzzled. Why should she suddenly call her?
"Let's rub some rouge later."
Nalanchu panicked. "Master Diao Chan thinks ... thinks ... I'm not pretty?"
Diao Chan laughed, "No, I just feel a little blush on your face, it looks better."
Look better, not look better.
In other words, it was already pretty good.
Nalanchu's red face, which had begun to fade, turned red again.
"Why? Unwilling?" Diao Chan looked pale and light, in fact, more and more bad water in his stomach.
"... Okay, I see." Nalanchu's voice was getting lower and lower, only to find the atmosphere embarrassing and he wanted to escape, only to find that his hand was still tightly squeezed.