Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

She smiled expressionlessly.

"You...let go first."

Yan Ce couldn't help but said, the straight and full curve of the chest was close in front of his eyes, so close that he could smell a little snow, his breath could faintly penetrate his clothes and pierce his skin, the slim and well-proportioned woman's body just kept up with him At a distance of one finger, he recalled the scene of being raped not long ago, and he felt bad for a moment.

Seeing the young man's eyes, Miss Ling Shi unexpectedly let go of her fingers, brushed away a few strands of hair hanging from her forehead, and let him take two steps back.

"Very unresponsive."

She opened the drawer and found a few bottles of ointment, uncorked the bottle and sniffed it, her brows immediately frowned, as if she hated the smell of medicine, she turned her head and looked at Yan Ce, "Your body has been hurt so badly. , Didn't you tell His Majesty?"

Seemingly understanding the woman's purpose just now, Yan Ce relaxed his mind a little, "There's no need to know everything about this kind of thing, it's much better than the serious injury last time. Now no one else knows except you."

"..."

She calmly smoothed the ends of the haircut, put her fingers into the mixed ointment and stirred it, the technique was honed by Yan Ce, who was injured from time to time, and she was forced to be proficient. She raised her eyes and saw the boy's strange smile.

"You're acting like a new wife."

"Oh? Take the medicine yourself, I have something to go."

"No, it's okay to talk about the front, but how can I treat the back injury myself."

"Tsk."

At this time, the stars and moonlight intertwined, accompanied by the hazy colors of summer flowers, danced into this slightly narrow warm pavilion.

Gradually, it became quiet.

The wet fingers dipped in the ointment ran across the young man's back, and what caught his eyes was his painful face. Miss Ling Shi didn't speak, and slightly relaxed her strength.

When is the bright moon, ask Gu Gu about the wine

I don't know the year of the palace in the sky, Gu Gu.

In order for the young readers to keep the freshness of the false notes forever, I have taken great pains.

Googoo reason, report rework, from preparing to rework in the morning, to around nine o’clock in the evening, nine English pdfs, eight cajs, browsed HowNet, went through it again, tore out a few thousand words, added another six thousand words, and returned I have to fix the format, and now I don’t have to tell me about word. I see word now, my head hurts, my hands hurt, and my legs hurt.

Goo, I will make it up tomorrow.

Alright, let’s talk about this book. It’s been more than a year without knowing it, and it’s finally almost... halfway through. The history is full of turbulent waves, the ups and downs of history, and the witty and humorous under the history. There is no distinction between high and low in each category. Some people appreciate Yangchun Baixue, and lower Liba people should not be despised.

You may not believe it, but when I was a teenager, I used to touch the guzheng. I used sticky tape to wrap plastic fake nails to pluck the strings. Every time I took off the nail cap, it hurt. Fortunately, I didn’t use it for too long, otherwise it would be fine. The Yangchun Baixue let me ruin it.I have also touched the piano, but I haven't learned it. It was a long time ago, seven or five years old?I have a piano at home, but I have to step on it. At that time, I stepped on it and pressed it to exercise my body. Later, in order to take care of the neighbors next door, the piano was sold to a scrap collector. I remember buying a green harmonica for the money.

I don't like the harmonica, it takes too much saliva, and I have to drink a lot of water for a while.

No young readers believe that I, a layman with evil attributes, have also encountered elegance, so what is real and what is false, it is difficult to define, and which level of history should I be in?

Good night, I'm going to bed, sweet dreams.

第560四章 破案

A few minutes later, Yan Ce lay on the edge of the bed and closed his eyes. The cold and wet fingers were only a slight touch, but the intense sensory stimulation had a feeling of provoking nerves. What was even more awkward was that he was being taken seriously as an ingredient treat.

Seeing the boy's complex expression, Miss Lingshi wiped her hands, stretched out her little finger to move the hair on her forehead to the same side, raised her index finger that had just applied the medicine, and blew on the medicine dregs left on her fingertips, and then , to poke the edge of his ear.

Somewhat warm.

"..."

Only the sound of long breathing remained in the air.

"Pig? Sleep after eating."

Sensing that the young man seems to have been busy for a long time without taking a break, the woman brushed away the circles of discarded gauze, many of which were still stained with a mixture of blood and ointment, and threw them all under the bed for the time being.

What came into view was the shocking wounds all over the chest, as well as the left arm that had been seriously injured earlier.

She gently and forcefully placed Yan Ce's groping hands on the inner side of the bed, cleared a small clean space, sat sideways, poured out the potion with her hands, and stirred the slippery potion with her fingers very melodiously.

The pain caused the sleeping boy to move unconsciously, and the palm of his hand slapped her thigh with a "snap", just in time to knock down the medicine bottle. The water penetrated the cloth and made a clear and ugly handprint on the snow-white thigh. Let the inner thigh flow over the knee and slide down to the ankle.

The woman's expression was indifferent, she stopped applying the medicine, and looked at Yan Tzuyu's painful expression, which returned to peace again.

"Is it fun?" she asked.

"..."

Naturally, the boy didn't respond.

Frowning, she canceled the follow-up application of medicine, and put Yan Ce on the bed to wait for the medicine to dry before bandaging. The snow-white bare feet under the sandals were slightly lifted, and an arc of a different color was painted on the slender legs.

As a result, Miss Lingshi's expression obviously became more indifferent.

"I don't sleep well."

Temporarily walked to the table, put the letter that was opened today back to its original place, threw off the sandals, and knelt in front of the table, with her lips slightly parted, she was also a little sleepy.

The eyes were bent down, closed together, and slowly fell asleep.

Floating clouds gather to cover the cold white moon, the dense night overturns, and the breeze blows through, shaking out the gradually burning lamp.

Gradually, the hands folded, and the softened face rested on the forearm.

……

The deep sleep is still boundless darkness. I don't know how long it has passed. The sound of pushing the door woke the woman up. At this moment, the sunlight is a bit dazzling.