Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

Shang Ce bit his lower lip: "Troublesome girl."

It's okay to have a low voice, but if Nan Qiao's ears weren't good enough, he probably wouldn't have been able to hear what Shang Ce was saying.

"fine."

But he gave it up as soon as it was good, and Nan Qiao didn't continue to toss around the plan.

After he got out of the tub, dried his body, and applied medicine to his wounds, he helped him put on his clothes.

The whole process was conducted in a well-behaved manner, without touching anything that shouldn't be touched, as if the mind was at rest.

On the contrary, he was making plans. From time to time, his heart would tremble due to the soft touch that brushed against his body, and his body would also feel a little weird.

Fortunately, he bit his mouth tightly and didn't make any strange noises... nor did he react in any inappropriate way.

Nan Qiao's clothes were all light in color, and they didn't have any obvious gender characteristics. Shang Ce wore it, and at a quick glance, he couldn't find anything wrong with it.

But the problem actually still exists.

Nan Qiao's frame is slender than that of Shang Ce. For her, loose clothes are almost like tights on Shang Ce.

Nan Qiao never treats herself badly. Her clothes are all made of fine fabrics, so discomfort will definitely not happen, that is...

A little too slim.

Shang Ce's figure was so superior that from chest to waist to hips, everything was tightly wrapped in fabric.

The waist is thin, the hips are curved, and every beautiful curve of the body is vividly outlined. The clothes are obviously casual, but he wears them in a sexy way.

Especially when he was still blushing, with moisture at the end of his eyes, crimson cheeks, and wet eyelashes...

The meaning is really hard to describe.

The movements of Nan Qiao's hands gradually slowed down, and his eyes stopped firmly on Shang Ce's body. His eyes were slightly dark, and the desire in his eyes seemed to be faintly emerging, like ink surging.

Shang Ce didn't know what he looked like now, but the sensitivity he had developed over the years still made him realize that something was wrong.

Is her gaze a little too hot? Shang Ce raised his hand and touched his arm, feeling uneasy.

Is there something wrong with these clothes?

"...Girl, are you okay?"

Shang Ce finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked in a low voice.

A mute voice reached his ears. Nan Qiao blinked and lowered his eyes, and the darkness disappeared.

When he raised his eyes again, his eyes had returned to normal.

"Let's go." She straightened up, raised her arm and took Shang Ce's hand, as if nothing happened just now, "Take him back to the room."

"girl…"

Nan Qiao didn't need to listen to know what he was going to say: "Either be held by me or held by me, the general chooses himself."

Comparing the two, it’s better to hold them together.

Shang Ce closed his mouth in frustration.

I don't know if it was because he was too shocked that night, but now Shang Ce feels that even being involved is not a big deal.

Anyway, she did almost everything.

This section of the road is not long, and it only took a few minutes for Nan Qiao to carry him there. But when it was the turn of Shang Ce, an invisible person, to walk on his own, the situation was completely different.

Whether there are obstacles ahead, whether the road under his feet is smooth... He doesn't know all of these situations, and he can only rely on careful testing.

Even though he knew that with Nan Qiao leading him, he would not hit the wall no matter what, he still couldn't get over this hurdle in his heart, always feeling that he would fall to the ground in the next step.

Shang Ce's face became more serious as he walked, and the muscles in his body became more tense, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Perhaps the loss of vision makes people instinctively look for support.

Before Shang Ce was aware of it, his palms had automatically tightened around Nan Qiao's hands, leaving no gap, just interlocking their fingers.

He didn't notice anything, and all his attention was on the road at his feet.

When Nan Qiao noticed it, he just pretended that he didn't know. He followed the speed of the plan, like an old man taking a walk, but it took nearly a stick of incense to complete the 50-meter road.

"Okay, that's it." Nan Qiao stopped, "The bed is right in front of you, you can touch it by bending down."

"General, rest."

Shang Ce bent down and stretched out his hand, and his tentacles were the somewhat hard edge of the bed, and further up, there was a soft bedding, which was soft and fluffy.

He exhaled softly, responded, and began to chase people away: "Girl, let's go and have a rest."

Immediately, he stood there waiting for Nan Qiao to leave, planning to wait for her to leave before going to bed to rest.

However, after waiting for a long time, I didn't hear the footsteps as expected.

"Is there anything else, girl?" Shang Ce asked hesitantly.

"Ha..." Shang Ce heard a faint smile, seeming helpless.

Nan Qiao shook his head and sighed: "If the general doesn't let go of my hand, how can I leave?"

He still held her hand and started to throw it away after using it up.

So ruthless.

Nan Qiao complained silently in his heart.

Shang Ce's expression was blank for a moment, and he subconsciously moved his palms, and then felt a soft touch.

"brush--"

Nan Qiao's hand was thrown out instantly, sweeping a breeze in the air.

"Yes, yes...sorry!"

How...how could he hold Nan Qiao's hand!

Is he crazy!

Realizing this, Shang Ce felt dizzy, his expression was out of control, and he was going crazy inside, but he immediately stammered on his face and began to apologize.

"It doesn't matter." Nan Qiao raised her slender eyebrows and crossed her arms to her chest, very generously.

She was the one who asked him to hold hands in the first place, so of course she wouldn't care about it.

As for the fact that he dumped her so roughly...she also forgave him.

Anyway, she will get it back by herself in the future.

Nan Qiao narrowed his eyes.