260: Chapter 118.4

Chapter 118.4

Zi You gritted her teeth and looked at Zhao HongXiang as she cut off pieces of his necrotic flesh.2

Zhao HongXiang’s shouts quieted down. He felt that soaring, pleasurable, and immortal-like feeling that he had experienced before.

Even the pain from his wound was lightened.

He comfortably groaned. “En…… It’s much better. You’er, the medicine is really good. I don’t hurt much anymore. En…… Very comfortable……”

His eyes looked blurrily at Zi You. His face even gradually flushed red.

The two maidservants had been pressing his body down and staring at his face. His face suddenly showed a strange expression and his body suddenly turned hot. The two maidservants became jumpy.

Two pairs of hands on Zhao HongXiang’s body slowly changed from pressing him down to caressing.

As a result, Zhao HongXiang’s eyes that were staring at Zi You transferred to the maidservants.

He looked at their coquettish eyes looking affectionately at him. He immediately remembered his and the maidservants’ experiences.

His “cocoon” stirred and was ready to go.

He looked at the maidservants and smiled. Then he turned his gaze back to Zi You.

He and the maidservants’ movements completely fell into Zi You’s peripheral vision.

Zi You gritted her teeth in hatred. This beast was like this and he was still thinking of that sort of thing? See how I will take care of you.

Zi You’s scissors viciously stabbed into Zhao HongXiang’s kneecap……

“Mother……” It was a bone, so of course it would be very painful. Zhao HongXiang again cried out. “Why does it hurt again? You’er…… Be gentler……”

“Bear with it, Xiang gege. The rotten flesh must be completely cut off before your leg can heal,” Zi You unhurriedly and calmly replied. She deliberately raised her voice so that Duke Yongnan could hear.

She again, ruthlessly cut towards the not-yet-rotten flesh from the side.

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