Female supporting role she is entangled by the villain

Chapter 312: Demon Catcher's Cultivation Diary! (13)

After leaving the crowd, it was already half an hour later.

Ye Shengge took Cheng Nan's hand and ran to the side of the road in one breath, before bending down, out of breath, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Huh, so... so scary! There are so many people!"

Cheng Nan was also very tired, but he was a man after all, much better than Ye Shengge.

At this moment, he was standing leisurely beside Ye Shengge, seeing Ye Shengge like this, he couldn't help but laugh.

He looked up and looked around, his eyes lit up when he saw the tea stall next to him: "Senior Sister, there is a stall over there, let's go and have a rest."

"The stall?" Ye Shengge looked up and was overjoyed, "Okay, okay."

Just as she was about to stand up straight, she suddenly said "Ouch", and a look of pain flashed across her face.

Cheng Nan's face suddenly changed, and he quickly stepped forward, supported her, and kept looking at her: "Senior sister, what's the matter, is there something uncomfortable?"

"Oh, take it easy!" Ye Shengge yelled in pain, "My waist, my waist seems to be sprained!"

"Waist?" Cheng Nan's expression darkened, he suddenly picked up Ye Shengge by the waist, and walked quickly to the tea stand.

"Ah!" Ye Shengge exclaimed, and was already in the air, subconsciously wrapping his arms around Cheng Nan's neck, and just as he was about to say something, he was put down again.

Cheng Nan had no expression on his face, but his movements were extremely gentle.

From hugging to putting Ye Shengge on the stool and sitting down, she didn't feel a single bit of pain.

Then, he stretched out his hand to press her waist, and pressed it with some force: "Is it here?"

"Hiss! No, go a little further!"

Cheng Nan remained silent, and moved his finger down again.

"It's low, it's low again!" Ye Shengge yelled.

Cheng Nan stared intently at her waist and moved up a little.

Ye Shengge was still not satisfied.

"Ouch, left, left!"

"No, move a little further to the right!"

……

After a lot of tossing, Cheng Nan finally pressed the exact position under Ye Shengge's command, and began to rub gently.

Ye Shengge's expression of pain gradually turned into enjoyment, and he couldn't help but sighed: "Not bad, this hand massage skill is better than many doctors'!"

Cheng Nan paused, and pretended to be unintentional, kneading again: "I was often injured because I was learning spells before. If I can't recover as soon as possible, it will affect my study the next day."

"Although the doctor can help, I can't ask people to come over every day, so I just learned how to do it."

But he didn't expect that he wouldn't get hurt when he learned it, and this was the first time he practiced it in a real sense.

The object of the practice happens to be the senior sister.

Although Cheng Nan felt that he shouldn't be happy about it, he just couldn't control the corners of his mouth.

He didn't want his senior sister to get hurt, but he enjoyed the feeling of being relied on by his senior sister.

He has been relying on his senior sister ever since he lost his relatives at an early age.

For some time, he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like when the senior sister relied on him.

Now, it has finally come true.Although the process was not so beautiful, Cheng Nan couldn't help being happy, and he couldn't help but be happy.

After a while, Ye Shengge's back pain eased a lot, and he could barely sit up straight. Ye Shengge quickly pushed Cheng Nan's hand away.

"Xiao Nan, I'm already healed, so I don't need to press it anymore." She said with a smile, but her eyes were a little dodged.

Her white and tender ears were flushed red, and her cheeks were also hot.

A smile flashed across Cheng Nan's eyes, and he withdrew his hand: "As long as senior sister is well."

After a pause, he stared closely at Ye Shengge's face again: "Anyway, this skill is not in vain, and I can do something for my senior sister, I am very happy!"

Ye Shengge's cheeks turned red again, coughed lightly, and changed the subject as if to hide his ears: "Ahem, that, I'm thirsty."

Cheng Nan is as good as he is: "Xiao Er, a pot of tea!"

Then, he looked at Ye Shengge with burning eyes.

Ye Shengge felt that his eyes were burning red all over his body. It was crispy and soft, and something was wrong.

As if sick.

Ye Shengge couldn't help coughing, and turned his head to one side, as if he was concentrating on watching the scenery on the roadside.

Originally, it was really pretending, but after watching it, I couldn't help being fascinated.

The prosperous world has a prosperous beauty, and the simple town has a simple beauty.

The casual acquaintance and friendliness of the town folk is the most beautiful picture in the world.

Suddenly, Ye Shengge froze when his forehead softened.

After staying for a long while, his eyes turned sideways, a thin forearm was in front of his eyes.Ye Shengge subconsciously wanted to look up.

Cheng Nan frowned, and gently pressed it back: "Don't move!"

Then pinched her small chin with one hand, and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief in the other.

Ye Shengge froze and did not dare to move.

Just feeling the soft veil brushing against her forehead, a sense of comfort surged up from the depths of her soul, one wave after another, continuously slapping her remaining sanity.

Gradually, a sense of drowsiness came over her, and her eyelids closed involuntarily, and after a while, they suddenly opened again, and she woke up after blinking vigorously.

Then, under Cheng Nan's gentle offensive, it didn't take long before he couldn't bear it anymore.

This went on and on again, as if after an extremely long period of time, with a light forehead, Cheng Nan finally put the veil back.

Ye Shengge couldn't help but glanced at him, only to have an expression as if struck by lightning.

Cheng Nan took the veil, covered his forehead without hesitation, and wiped it gently.

The snow-white cloth was printed on his forehead, which was inexplicably pretty.

Ye Shengge's mouth became O-shaped: "You, you, you..."

You have been talking for a long time, but she can't say anything, what should she say, do you want to ask, why do you use the handkerchief I used?
Farewell, just thinking about it like that makes me panic, how dare I say it.

Cheng Nan, on the other hand, 'accidentally' noticed her astonishment, so he explained naturally: "Well, I only have this veil."

Ye Shengge: "..." Then tell me, I have a handkerchief too!
A certain veil shrank in a corner, biting his little hand, and crying aggrievedly.

Anyway, it's too late.

And someone obviously did it on purpose!
After thinking this through, Ye Shengge simply looked away, out of sight and out of mind.

Cheng Nan didn't seem to notice anything, he still wiped his forehead seriously and gently, but couldn't help but smile intoxicated at the corner of his mouth.

No one knew that when he was wiping his sweat, the faint daughter's fragrance stained in the veil rushed into his nostrils.

Well, thinking about it this way, there is an inexplicable shame!

Cheng Nan stared at the two glowing red ears, he couldn't be more idiotic.

On the other side, when Ye Shengge was intoxicated by the scenery of the small town.

A figure suddenly flashed across her line of sight.

Ye Shengge's expression suddenly changed: "That's..."

(End of this chapter)