Revenge can't be counterattacked

Chapter 13 I Will Stick It For You

power failure?

Zhuang Yan was a little surprised, there are very few power outages in this community, where is the fault?

Without thinking too much, she reluctantly patted the octopus on her body.

"I can't stand anymore, you come down first."

Guo Qi rubbed her chest several times, mumbling: "It's as if I weighed as much, I'm not even over a hundred..."

Having said that, she still raised her head and glanced at Zhuang Yan, and after only one glance, she froze immediately.

"You, are you okay?"

fine?

With which eye do you see that I'm fine?

Zhuang Yan's lips turned white from the pain, and the cold sweat on her forehead became even more layer upon layer, even a fool could see something was wrong.

Guo Qi hurriedly got off her body, too fast, and threw one of the slippers out, trying to survive, but still flung it under the sofa.

She didn't bother to pick it up, so she quickly put her hands on Zhuang Yan.

"I didn't mean to, are you okay? Shall I help you to sit on the sofa?"

Zhuang Yan frowned and bent over to support her waist, half of her body was leaning on the back of the sofa. She lost a hundred catties of weight, and finally felt a little better, but it was still very uncomfortable.

She glanced at the sofa and pushed Guo Qi away feebly.

"Get up, I'll go by myself."

Guo Qi lowered his head, and his voice was as soft as a mosquito's humming, with a nasal sound, as if acting like a spoiled child.

"I know that I caused you to become like this, can't I be sorry? I just want to help you."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand again.

Zhuang Yan pushed away again, and when she pushed, she accidentally twisted the sore spot, and another layer of cold sweat broke out.

"Need not!"

"Why are you so stubborn!" Guo Qi muttered.

Zhuang Yan was still angry and didn't bother to explain to her that she could control her strength when walking by herself, but it would be more likely to cause pain if others supported her.

She just moved a little bit along the back of the sofa, barely moving to the side of the sofa.

It hurts, it hurts!

Every step I take is like going back to 13 years ago.

It was just a few steps from the back of the sofa to the front of the sofa, and Zhuang Yan's cold sweat soaked the pure cotton home clothes.

She really couldn't move to the bedroom, so she could only carefully lie down on the sofa for the time being.

call--

Much better.

As soon as the waist was relieved, the pain disappeared without a trace, leaving only numbness.

"Go, I have a plaster in my bedside table, get some for me."

"okay."

Guo Qi was staring at her in a daze, and he was stunned for a second before he realized it, turned around and ran to the bedroom, rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

Zhuang Yan was in so much pain that she couldn't move, otherwise she wouldn't be let into her room if she was beaten to death, and with Guo Qi's sloppy appearance, she didn't know what to do with her drawers!

Just thinking about Zhuang Yan made her unable to lie still.

One minute later, Guo Qijin pulled on the only slipper left, still running like hell, and came over with a bang.

"Is it this one?"

While running, she shook the small yellow box in her hand, on which was painted a fierce and colorful tiger head.

"This is it, give it to me."

Zhuang Yan has been using this plaster for 13 years. It is easy to use and cheap to apply when it hurts, but the wound is on the lower back. Every time it is applied, it has to be peeled off several times before it can be applied accurately.

Pulling out a plaster and tearing open the package, the familiar smell of traditional Chinese medicine came to her nostrils. She raised her head and glanced at Guo Qi who was still standing motionless by the sofa.

"Go back to your house."

"Huh? Why?"

"It's already ten o'clock, shouldn't you wash up and go to bed?"

Guo Qi looked up at the monotonous wall clock hanging behind the sofa. It wasn't just ten o'clock, it was already 10:30.

"I put a plaster on it for you before going to bed."

"No, I'll post it myself!"

I just drove you away because I didn't want you to post it, can't you tell?

That's right, she shouldn't have hoped for this stupid rabbit's double quotient.

"However, it's not easy to post it in the waist eye, so let me do it, after all, it's my fault."

"No, what are you supposed to do, just don't stick it in front of my eyes."

Disliked, Guo Qi lowered his head and picked the cuffs of the hot pants. The quality of the street stalls is not guaranteed, and the thread ends are coming out.

"Well, that's fine..."

With a slumped head, he stomped to the bathroom, clicked, turned on the light, turned on the faucet again, received water, rinsed his mouth, brushed his teeth, the sound of brushing teeth was amplified by the echo of the small square bathroom, clear ear.

Zhuang Yan just tore off the plastic film on the plaster. She didn't stick it immediately. She first lifted up the hem of her clothes, touched and pressed the area around the waist and eyes a few times, and confirmed the exact location of the pain. Then she pinched the plaster and carefully applied past.

hiss!pain!

As soon as I backhanded hard, my waist felt a dull pain.

She endured it, and just about to stick it up, the plaster flickered twice, and the lower left corner stuck to herself.

Zhuang Yan sighed silently, withdrew her hand and laboriously tore off the glued part, then wrapped her backhand around her waist again to stick it on, but before sticking it on, the hem of the clothes slipped down again.

Zhuang Yan closed her eyes, she didn't even bother to push her gold-rimmed glasses when they were crooked, she withdrew her hand, and pulled up the hem of the clothes again, fearing that it would slip down again, she even pulled up the hem of the clothes in front of her, until it reached her chest Just stop below.

The third time I applied the plaster with my backhand, this time I went all out and endured the pain, and I biaped on it when I saw it!

It was posted, but...it was too far away.

There was no way, she could only stretch one hand behind her when she was lying on her side, and she could use both hands to help when she was lying down, but her back hurts and she couldn't lie down at all.

Reluctantly, he tore off the freshly applied plaster again, and it was uncomfortable when the plaster was sticking to the skin.

After finally enduring the pain and tearing it off, she let out a long breath, touched the sore place again, and applied it with her backhand again. Just as she was about to push down, her wrist was suddenly grabbed!

Zhuang Yan was startled, and subconsciously looked back, only took one look, and immediately turned back.

My waist is bent, it hurts.

"Let go!"

Pain to pain, Zhuang Yan's expression was still cold, and even her voice became an octave colder.

Guo Qi lay on the back of the sofa and stretched out his arms to grab her wrist. Unexpectedly, she was not tall but strong. Zhuang Yan tried several times but couldn't break free from her shackles.

Guo Qi's voice was soft and innocent, "Why are you so fierce, I just want to see if you can't get the picture right, so I'm anxious for you!"

What is total?

"How long have you been standing there watching?!"

"Ah? Um..."

Guo Qi was ah, ah, I don't know if he was deliberately avoiding the topic, or he was focusing on the plaster.

She bit her lower lip slantly and hung her head on the sofa, holding Zhuang Yan with one hand was not enough, she also added the other hand, and pressed Zhuang Yan's hand directly to her waist.

Well, not bad, the post is accurate and smooth.

Guo Qi licked the corner of his mouth in satisfaction, and reached out to help her press a few times to make it tighter.

"You didn't listen to me earlier when I told you to help me. If I did it, would it take me so long to post it?"

Guo Qi said as he pressed, whether it was intentional or careless, his fingertips brushed the soft flesh on Zhuang Yan's waist several times after washing, it was cold and numb...

Zhuang Yan closed her eyes, breathing heavily.

"Stop pressing it!"

She suddenly scolded, infinitely close to 40 decibels, so scared that Guo Qi quickly retracted his hand.

"Why, what's the matter? Did it hurt you?"

Zhuang Yan ignored her. Although she usually spoke coldly, she was always gentle and introverted. When did she speak so loudly?

Fortunately, it was still controlled within the normal 40 decibels, and I did not break the precept for this dead rabbit.

After Zhuang Yan sorted out her emotions, she suddenly changed the subject. At this time, questioning is the best way to cover up.

"I'm asking you something, how long have you been standing by and watching?!"

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