Alluring His Wife: The Evil King's Fifth Consort Chapter 1037

Ai Lin nodded his head, "Yes, the wound on your shoulder is new, but it has yet to heal. With just a slight movement, the wound will split open.

Seeing how Ai Lin spoke so clearly, Mu Jin became even more curious in her heart: "Then what do we do?"

"Slit with thread." Ai Lin very decisively said these three words.

She also took out the sewing tools that she had prepared earlier from under the bed.

"These are fish sausage threads. They are very thin and will be absorbed by the skin. The scars in the future won't be too big." Ai Lin said as she pulled Mu Jin to the front of the round table and sat down.

Then he showed him the fish sausage thread in his hand, which, in the pale yellow candlelight, sucked into his hair and, if one did not look at it closely, was almost invisible.

Mu Jin's pitch-black eyes landed on the long line in Ai Lin's hand just like that.

He then subconsciously moved his injured shoulder, and instantly, a wave of pain came from his shoulder.

"If you're worried, you can have someone check this thread?" Ai Lin brought the fish sausage wire in her hand in front of Mu Jin.

But Mu Jin only took a glance before asking, "How do you know all this?"

"Because I have been injured often, I slowly came to know that large wounds need to be sewn with needle and thread. Otherwise, the wound would be infected and festering." Ai Lin blinked his eyes lightly at Mu Jin.

"Then... "Where's your wound?" Mu Jin opened her eyes and looked fixedly at Ai Lin, her eyelashes as thin as cicada's wings slightly trembling under the orange candlelight.

"Didn't you see it yesterday?" Ai Lin replied.

"It's dark, I can't see clearly." Beneath the silver mask, Mu Jin grinned evilly.

Ai Lin understood what Mu Jin meant, and laughed wickedly at Mu Jin: "Wait till the st.i.tches are done, won't Your Highness be able to see it?"

Mu Jin looked at Ai Lin's bright red cheeks, it was unknown whether it was because she had wiped them too many times, or because her body was shy.

Mu Jin was silent for a moment, as though he had tacitly agreed.

Ai Lin then gently untied Mu Jin's clothes, and opened the wounds wrapped around her shoulders one by one. Just as she was about to untie the clothes and move them downwards, Mu Jin stopped her movements.

Because below it, was the arm, where the name of the Ju'er was engraved.

Since Mu Jin did not let her see it, then she will just sew it for him honestly.

Initially, Mu Jin's gaze was on Ai Lin's needles, but eventually his eyes fell on Ai Lin's face.

Thoughts and curiosity filled her indifferent and pure eyes.

There were too many things he did not understand. Logically, Ai Lin's ident.i.ty was suspicious, he should have directly pa.s.sed it to Xuan Li for him to investigate.

However, he was completely captivated by her mysteriousness.

Ai Lin st.i.tched every single part of her body very carefully, and her eyes were focused. But even so, Ai Lin could not help but tease Mu Jin: "Am I very beautiful? In a few more months, when I've recovered, I'll be even more beautiful. "

Beneath the silver mask, Mu Jin seemed to be amused by this slightly narcissistic Ai Lin. However, he did not show any expression on his face, but instead said very seriously: "There is no problem with your ident.i.ty, but your att.i.tude towards this duke is very problematic."

"Is it because you're used to the indifference of others that you feel uncomfortable whenever someone treats you warmly?" Ai Lin restrained the smile on her face, and at the same time, she st.i.tched up the last needle, tied it up, and then cut it with her scissors.

In these past five years, when Mu Jin survived using his ident.i.ty, who knows how many hardships he had to bear and the mockery and ridicule of others.

And in all these years, there hadn't been a single woman who had cared for and cared for him so much.

Ai Lin's words quickly caused Mu Jin's pupils to constrict. Then, before Ai Lin could straighten her body, Mu Jin was carried and sat on her legs.

The arm around Ai Lin tightly grabbed her waist.

"Your wound has just been sewn, don't use too much strength." Mu Jin's signal clearly indicated that he was in danger, but the first thing that Ai Lin thought of was Mu Jin's injured arm.

"You can't be that real Wei Yuanwei. Your actions and words right now are completely different from what this duke has investigated."

"How is it different?" Ai Lin sat on Mu Jin's lap and asked with a smile.

However, her gaze still fell on Mu Jin's shoulder. Turning her head, she used a clean towel to wipe the wound that Mu Jin had just sewn, and then applied medicine, bandaged, and moved fluidly, extremely skilled at it.

"A person who has been bullied for a long time will not take the initiative to get close to others, much less take the initiative to be warm to another person." This was because he was also the person who needed warmth. "Moreover, This King is a cruel and cold-blooded person."

As Mu Jin spoke, he stood up and let go of the hands that were tied around Ai Lin's waist. In the next second, he kept his distance from Ai Lin: "Go, on account of you helping this king heal my injuries, this king will let you go, but if there's a next time …" The following words were self-evident.

Ai Lin stood in front of Mu Jin, raising his head slightly, he looked at Mu Jin, then picked up the wine on the table. Just as he was about to give it to Mu Jin, he retracted it: "You are injured, you cannot drink, I will help you drink."

Ai Lin crossed her hands and first drank Mu Jin's cup of wine. When she was about to drink his cup of wine, the cup in her hand was received by Mu Jin.

He raised his head and downed the wine in one gulp. The sweet wine flowed down his throat and to his stomach, stirring up a wave of heat.

"This King gave you a chance. If you don't leave, you will never be able to leave." After Mu Jin finished speaking, his lips that were as calm as water slightly parted, and his pitch-black eyes that were calm and yet scorching, looked at Ai Lin: "You better hide yourself better, or else if this duke finds out, you'll die."

However, Ai Lin faintly smiled, revealing her pure white teeth. No matter what kind of method they used to meet and get to know each other, in the end, Mu Jin would always like her.

Even if Mu Jin suspected her, that did not stop him from loving her!

Ai Lin affectionately pulled Mu Jin's arm, and said meekly: "Then let's rest early."

"This King still has matters to take care of." With regards to Ai Lin's intimacy, Mu Jin did not seem to be too used to it. Her throat rolled a little, and then she took Ai Lin's hand away, and said with a serious face.

"Then I'll accompany you." Ai Lin said without the slightest hesitation.

Mu Jin looked at Ai Lin. Her eyes were extremely innocent, making it impossible for her to reject him.

Anything needed to be taken care of was just an excuse. In his dreams, he couldn't wait to get married to her.

He only did so to escape.

"Your Royal Highness, your shoulder is injured. It's best for you to rest early."

"This King is injured, so it's inconvenient for me to enter the bridal chamber." Mu Jin looked straight at Ai Lin with his pitch-black eyes.

After Ai Lin heard this, the smile on her face became even more adorable. These words, in her dreams, seemed to be something that she had said to him.

His answer at that time was extremely carefree and unrestrained, "It's alright."

Why did she feel that she was Mu Jin's prey at that time, and now Mu Jin had become her prey?

"Your Highness, what are you thinking? I mean sleep? " Ai Lin was smiling as a hint of playfulness flashed across Qing Yan's eyes.

Although it disappeared very quickly, Mu Jin was still able to notice it.

For a time, countless complex feelings welled up in his heart. He felt like he was being teased by a little girl, but he didn't feel angry at all.

In fact, he had the nagging feeling that this girl in front of him could easily grasp what he was thinking.

This was truly a miraculous thing. No one could change his mind, but she was able to do it.

Mu Jin really didn't want to admit it, but the reality was like this.

"This King is injured, so it's better to rest alone. Go to sleep first." Mu Jin really wanted to stay, but his rationality didn't allow him to.

This Wei Yuanwei was an extremely suspicious person, and had not been investigated thoroughly before who she was or what her goal was.

He definitely wouldn't let her get any closer to him.

Ai Lin watched Mu Jin turn around and leave, and the scene from his dream appeared in his mind again and again.

In her dreams, she was the one who dragged things out a few times, looking for all sorts of reasons to not sleep in the same bed as Mu Jin.

Right now, she really wanted to be together with Mu Jin, so that she could face the events that were about to happen together with him.

"But I'm afraid to sleep alone at night..." Ai Lin said in a somewhat aggrieved voice.

Mu Jin who had already reached the door stopped in his tracks, turned and looked at Ai Lin.

Ai Lin said pitifully: "Even though I used to live in the stables, but at least I still have horses to keep me company. Prince, since you can't accompany me, then let me sleep with my servant."

"There are no maids here." Mu Jin parted his lips and said indifferently.

"Then what should we do? You can't bring a horse from the horse park to accompany me, can you? " Ai Lin caressed the cloud like bun with her hair and gracefully walked to the front of the bed. The moment she turned around, she took off the hairpin on her head, and her cloud-like black hair flowed down, beautiful and enchanting in the light yellow candlelight.

"If your highness is really not feeling well, then let your highness's side..." Ai Lin lowered her head and stroked her long hair that was like clouds, the movements of her slender and long fingers brushing against her hair seemed unintentional, but it was actually filled with temptation.

Before he could finish speaking, with a "pa" sound, Mu Jin closed the door.

"You want This King's guards to accompany you?" Mu Jin spoke in a hoa.r.s.e voice as he walked step by step towards Ai Lin's feelings. His pitch black eyes seemed to contain a hidden anger.

Ai Lin's words seemed to cross some of Mu Jin's bottom lines.

It was still very scary when Mu Jin got angry.

"You went to sleep somewhere else on the first day of the wedding. When you come back after three days, I wonder how those servants in Prime Minister's Mansion will make fun of me?" Ai Lin spoke as if he felt wronged. After that, he glanced at Mu Jin from the corner of his eyes: "Is there any difference between this and making me a widow? "If you really doubt this, then give me some silver and I'll leave myself."

"If This King remembers correctly, what you said earlier meant that you like This King. Why are you asking This King for silver this time?" Mu Jin's pitch-black eyes were as thick as ink. He could not see the bottom of it at first glance and his indifferent voice revealed a trace of coldness.