I'm not unlucky at all

"Why not? Could it be that you were bitten by a mosquito?" Shen Wang paused, and put Song Xing's palm, which was still wrapped in gauze, back into the quilt as if nothing had happened, and tucked the corner of the quilt for him.

"No." Song Xing shook his head, then said after a pause, "Shen Wang, don't lie to me."

Shen Wang laughed: "Little master, when did I ever lie to you?"

Song Xing pursed her lips and turned her head to look at him.

There was a smile in the man's eyes, and he was serious.

Song Xing didn't speak, but just looked at him stubbornly.

Shen Wang's smile gradually disappeared, and he said softly, "When did you find out?"

"I kowtowed my head a while ago, and I have been injured for a long time." Song Xing moved her numb buttocks, and said without much change in expression, "But it's only been three or four days this time. So much better."

"The medicine was prescribed by the doctor in the town. I drank it so many times, and I think it's good."

Shen Wang sighed lightly: "Why is the sense of taste so good?"

Song Xing didn't answer his words, but only frowned and thought for a long time before he said uncertainly: "Shen Wang, you are too kind to me, so I will only ask you once, do you like it..."

Shen Wang was stunned for a moment.

"My sister?"

Shen Wang almost didn't come up in one breath: "You, who do you say I like?"

"Didn't you come to please me on purpose because you like my sister?" Song Xing frowned slightly, looking at him suspiciously.

"No!" Shen Wang almost blurted out, "I have never met your sister, how could I like her? Obviously I like..."

Song Xing said, "Who is it?"

Shen Wang took a deep breath, moved his shoulders slightly closer to Song Xing, and said with fixed eyes, "Do you really want to know who I like?"

Song Xing slightly opened his eyes wide: "Shen Wang, you..."

Before he could say anything, a piece of moist warmth stuck to his dry lips.

The light orange aroma passed through his breath, and Song Xing's mind went blank, only thinking blankly that eating too many oranges would cause him to get angry.

Shen Wangqin didn't have any skills, she simply pressed Song Xing's lips, and if she went too far, she carefully licked the dry skin of the young man's lips.

Song Xing just felt like he was on fire right now, his throat was hot and his face was hot, it was like smoking from the bottom of his heart, and his whole body was hot and uncomfortable.

After the kiss, Shen Wang could barely distance the two of them with a fist, his whole body was filled with stiffness and tension.

"Shen Wang, do you like me?" Song Xing raised her eyelids, unconsciously rubbing her fingertips on the quilt.

"I like it." Shen Wang moved his throat and said in a hoarse voice, "Little master, do you know that if you were a girl, I would have married you back home by now."

Song Xing said: "I'm a man, you can't marry me."

Shen Wang wiped the sweat from Song Xing's nose with his fingers: "I know."

Song Xing said, "What do you know?"

Shen Wang frowned and said seriously: "We can't have a baby."

Song Xing thought for a while, then pursed her lips and said, "Then you may be the last one."

Shen Wang paused, his eyelids trembled suddenly, and his tone was full of disbelief: "...Little Master, what did you say?"

Song Xing repeated: "You may become the next generation."

"...You, promised me?" Shen Wang's voice trembled, and the nervousness and anxiety on his face were almost clear at a glance, "Little master, you only talk about me, but if you are with me, have you ever thought about Song's family?" What about the incense?"

Song Xing was sweating on his back, pushed the man uncomfortably, and said slowly, "I still have Jin'er at home."

"My sister will marry in the future. No matter how nice Xinxu's family is, she won't pay too much attention to children who are not her own flesh and blood. I have thought about it. When my sister comes back from the temple, I will pass Jin'er to my sister. Under the name of my Song family... the child has half the blood of my Song family, so why is it not considered the incense of my Song family?"

Shen Wang was stunned for a while, then said in a hoarse voice, "When... did you think of it?"

Song Xing didn't speak, just looked at Shen Wang.

Shen Wang also looked at Song Xing with an inexplicable emotion in his eyes: "Did you already see it?"

Song Xing pursed her lips, and just answered the wrong question: "Shen Wang, I don't like uncertain things. If you don't tell me about some things, I don't know anything."

Shen Wang slowly hugged the person in his arms tightly, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry..." He hesitated too much.

Song Xing rested her chin on Shen Wang's shoulder, tilted her head and rubbed lightly on the side of his neck.

"So, Xie, when did you find out that Destiny's Child has unreasonable thoughts about you!" 030, who was suddenly locked in the small black room and released only a few seconds later, was shown by his host's performance from beginning to end. His jaw dropped in shock, and he asked excitedly when Destiny Child came out of the house with a silly smile on his face and cold chicken soup in his hand.

Didn't Song Xingxun have no friends at all before coming to the world?His host is obviously a pure and innocent idiot who doesn't know what love is!

"System, I'm not a fool."

Song Xing half leaned on the bed, looking calmly at the pomegranate tree in full bloom outside the window.

On the verdant and upright rhizomes, fiery red flowers bloom under the scorching sun, like clusters of flowers born from flames.

Just like the emotion that can't be hidden in a man's eyes, Song Xing thought slowly in his heart, the corners of his mouth slightly curved.

Sometimes, a wound that heals too quickly is not necessarily a good thing.

A few days later, Song Xing moved uncomfortably for the third time, trying to stretch out his hand, but Shen Wang held it down again.

"The wound is not healed yet, don't move this arm around."

Song Xing frowned and said, "But I'm hot, so hot that I'm sweating."

"I'll fan you so you won't be hot." Shen Wang stayed by his side, picked up the cattail fan next to him, and fanned it in one hand, "I heard that there is a shop selling ice basins in the south of Sifang Town Yes, I'll check it out later."

Song Xing said, "That ice basin is very expensive, not worth it."

Shen Wang smiled and said nothing.

Song Xing glanced at him, and moved restlessly after a while: "Shen Wang, my wound is very itchy."

"Then I'll give you a massage? Don't scratch yourself."

Throwing away the fan, he took the young man's wounded hands, and Shen Wang rubbed them for him like holding a baby.

After rubbing for a while, Song Xing was so sleepy that he almost squinted his eyes, a smile flashed in Shen Wang's eyes, he lifted his body and bent over to get closer to him.

The man's breath gushed out.

Song Xun naturally opened his mouth slightly, and said in a daze, "Shen Wang, are you eating oranges again? What are you doing so close to me?"

Shen Wang kissed his chin and the corner of his lips, and chuckled softly.

He took his hands with calloused fingertips from years of sword practice, and groped into the bedding, and into the back of the young man's thin shirt.

"Shen Wang, when you touched my wound, my body also started to itch." Song Xing opened her eyes, and said in an unhappy tone.

"Little heartless." Shen Wang stretched out his hand, pinched his earlobe, and said amusedly, "Didn't you say that you are hot? I was afraid that your back was sweating too, and you would feel uncomfortable later, so I did it for you." Chacha, are you still blaming me?"

Song Xing frowned and looked at him, her mouth pursed into a straight line.

The days continued to move forward slowly while recuperating from the injuries. When Song Xing's arms and palms were completely healed, the Cui family, who were obsessed with Buddhism and could not extricate themselves, sent another letter to Song Xing.

It turned out that there was an eminent monk in the temple on the mountain who was going to give a lecture. Cui felt that this was a rare opportunity, so she hoped that her son would also go to bathe in the Dharma.

Song Xing thought that the matter between Song Lianyu and Li Qingsheng was over, and he happened to go up the mountain to pick up Cui's mother and daughter, so he wrote back a letter, saying that he would look for them.

"When that day comes, I will go with you."

As soon as Song Xing finished writing the letter, Shen Wang walked into the room dripping with sweat.

He just had a swordsmanship match with Shen Yao in the suburbs, and his whole body was drenched, but he was holding a few oranges in his hands.

"I picked it when I went into the mountains." Wiping the sweat off his face, Shen Wang took out the brightest and most beautiful orange, peeled off the skin and stripped off the white silk, broke off a petal and handed it to Song Xing Lips said, "Try it?"

Song Xing opened his mouth, took a few bites and slowly swallowed the orange flesh.

Shen Wang asked him, "Is it sweet?"

Song Xing said, "Sweet."

"Then I'll put these here, you eat the peeled ones first, I'll go into the house and change your clothes, and I'll peel the rest when I come back." Shen Wang pinched the clothes that were about to wring out water, without letting Song Xing get close to yourself.

He knew he smelled bad.

Seeing the man rushing into the room, Song Xing's eyes fixed on the few oranges scattered on the corner of the table.

"It's so unpalatable." 030 whimpered and complained and couldn't hold back his voice, "It's sour and astringent, doesn't it taste a bit sweet, Song Xingxun, you still say it's sweet without your conscience!"

Song Xing picked up the unfinished orange again, and calmly reached a unilaterally confirmed deal with 030 amidst the terrified trembling.

"One orange is exchanged for a kind of dessert on Dongjie, and I will buy it for you tomorrow."

030 looked at the seven oranges on the table: "..." Can I say no, people in love are scary QAQ.