President Spicy Chicken returned my innocence! [Entertainment]

All that needs to be said has been said, and at this point, there is nothing that cannot be spared.

Liang Xiao hugged him for a while, and sat up straight.

Huo Lan was silent for longer than he expected.

He was holding his breath, his eyes were on him, and he was so condensed that he didn't even move the shadow under the lamp.

Liang Xiao was not at ease. He listened to Huo Lang's chest, then groped and pinched Huo Lang from his shoulders through his pajamas.

If it wasn't for the pounding heartbeat and the healthy warmth on his body, Liang Xiao would have almost thought that Mr. Huo had finally froze himself in a moment of carelessness.

Huo Lan couldn't calm down because of his disturbance, moved, and held his arm with downcast eyes.

Liang Xiao looked up: "Huo Lan?"

Huo Lan: "Yes."

Liang Xiao met his gaze, and after two seconds, he steamed and turned his eyes away.

Huo Lan was worried, and frowned: "Why—"

Liang Xiao sighed: "It's okay."

Huo Lan has always been focused on doing things, Liang Xiao understands, but every time he can't stand being stared at by him so intently.

Huo Lan's eyes are beautiful, cold like a deep pool of snow water, the eyelashes are dark and dark, and the tails of the eyes are slightly drawn, but it looks seductive and abstinent.

The coldness dissipated, and the coldness was almost visible.

Liang Xiao's heart beat fast when he saw him, and for the first time, he had some thoughts of hating iron for his nearly half-destroyed glands.

If there is no problem with the glands now, according to the little Huang Wen he has read, at this time Huo Lan should throw him on the bed with one hand, bite his glands, and make him roll forward in the boat on the sea.

Liang Xiao was young at the time, facing the ladder of climbing up the ladder that used other people's innocence as a stepping stone, he chose the road of burning everything without thinking.

Now I suddenly feel a little regretful.

Of course, principles cannot be compromised, but he will not compromise on Long Tao's filth, but his methods... are not impossible to be more tactful.

It doesn't hurt others, and it doesn't mean that there is no way not to hurt yourself.

If he hadn't tossed himself to death at the beginning, Mr. Huo might be able to mark him permanently now, and give him a stamp...

Liang Xiao let out a muffled snort, felt the gland, and rubbed it.

Huo Lan noticed his movements: "Uncomfortable?"

Huo Lan didn't let him fool him any more, took his hand together and checked the pheromone level on the bracelet.

Liang Xiao's body was burning badly, and he couldn't figure it out in a daze: "It shouldn't be..."

His glands are used to being suppressed by Valu, and his pheromones have always been stable. Although he didn't use inhibitors much during the estrus period, Huo Lan always marked him temporarily to relieve him, and he never made a mistake.

Now that the estrus period has passed, it should have been the most stable time for pheromones.

It would never be that his desire to be bitten by Mr. Huo is so strong that it has even materialized and can resonate with the glands.

... Then what kind of inducer should be used.

When I thought about it one day, I sprinkled pheromones while running while thinking, and ran to Mr. Huo's office just to start.

Along the way, I heard raindrops falling on the green grass.

Liang Xiao was so hot that he was dazed, thinking wildly, watching Huo Lan pick up the phone and call the doctor: "No—"

Huo Lan supported him and told him to lean into his arms: "No medicine."

Liang Xiao was startled.

"Just look at it." Huo Lan said, "We must use medicine, so that they don't suffer from it."

Liang Xiao couldn't believe it: "Brother Duan even told you this?!"

Huo Lan looked at him, his pupils moved, but he didn't respond.

Liang Xiao didn't expect his manager to turn his back on him so thoroughly, and he sighed a little bit of vicissitudes.

It's true to be afraid of suffering, but if you drink too much medicine, you can bear it.

In front of people, he is at least still a tough guy who can pour anything into his mouth.

Liang Xiao still cherishes this character design in his heart, so he took it easy and discussed with Huo Lan: "Is it okay not to tell others?"

Huo Lan nodded.

Liang Xiao heaved a sigh of relief and leaned against him.

Tonight, he has been holding his breath, his whole heart is on Huo Lan, and he has no spare time to pay attention to his own situation.

Now that he was relaxed, Liang Xiao felt that he really felt tired and sore.

Liang Xiao was dazed for a while before, and didn't take a long break, but now he was a little bit listless, so he raised his head and looked carefully at Huo Lan.

Huo Lan met his gaze: "What do you want?"

Liang Xiao shook his head, feeling a little cold, and leaned against him: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Huo Lan's eyes moved, he closed his eyes and shook his head.

Liang Xiao was afraid that he would not tell the truth, so he raised his hand and patted his hair and grunted twice. Just as he was about to withdraw, Huo Lan raised his hand and grabbed his wrist.

"..." Although Liang Xiao had taught him to pull himself, it was not such a relentless way of pulling: "Mr. Huo—"

Huo Lan frowned: "Why is it so hot?"

Liang Xiao was stunned for a moment, touched his forehead, and felt nothing wrong, then touched Huo Lan's.

Huo Lan's expression sank, and he sent another urging message to the doctor.

……

"When the patient's pheromones are stable."

The private doctor arrived in the middle of the night, full of dust and dust: "It feels like a fever, looks like a fever, and the patient himself feels like a fever."

Personal doctor: "The patient may have a fever."

Huo Lan: "..."

Liang Xiao: "..."

Liang Xiao murmured incredulously: "Am I so sick..."

It's not that he hasn't read novels that have a fever after a confession, but people usually have a fever because of logic and reason.

Even without the preamble, there are line ellipses anyway.

Liang Xiao really couldn't figure out why he didn't even have an ellipsis: "It's so simple now? Is there only a plot line?"

"Today is the first day your estrus ends."

Duan Ming took advantage of Mr. Huo to communicate with the doctor, and reminded him in a low voice: "You talked about the script outside during the day, and opened the door of the two floors in the villa in the middle of the night."

Liang Xiao felt that the amount of exercise was just right: "Didn't the doctor say to exercise more?"

Duan Ming was angry, and said to himself that the doctor didn't let you stay up in the middle of the night just after the estrus period, and you turned back and forth in the cold corridor, sweating profusely.

At that time it was important to find Mr. Huo, Liang Xiao's face was calm, he was so anxious that he joked without borders, and he hadn't noticed it yet.

Duan Ming saw it, it was even harder to say these things.

Judging by the posture of the two of them at this moment, the problem is probably solved.

Duan Ming felt relieved and reminded him: "The weather is not good tonight."

Liang Xiao froze for a moment, then looked out the window.

Liang Xiao found the culprit, and he was relieved: "God's will tricks people."

"Fuck you." Every time Duan Ming saw him suffer, he couldn't help but think of what happened at the beginning, and he couldn't help it, "I don't know where the alpha you met back then is now. If it wasn't for saving people, you would-" —”

Liang Xiao interrupted him: "Brother Duan."

Duan Ming knew that he didn't like to listen: "I won't talk about it."

"...No." Liang Xiao cautiously glanced outside the door, lowered his voice, "You can't mention that alpha I met back then."

Duan Ming was puzzled: "Why?"

Liang Xiao didn't know why, but seeing Huo Lan's reaction, he always felt uneasy: "I suspect... Huo Boss is a little jealous."

Duan Ming choked out: "Huh?"

Liang Xiao worried: "Really."

After all, at such a critical moment tonight, Mr. Huo couldn't hold back, and mentioned the person he knew at the beginning twice and a half.

Duan Ming couldn't figure it out: "Just coax Mr. Huo, saying that he is far worse than Mr. Huo, can't it be all right?"

Liang Xiao was in a dilemma: "But he is as good as Mr. Huo."

Duan Ming: "..."

Duan Ming didn't tell Liang Xiao that the butler had been dragging him with a lot of preoccupations these two days, he hesitated to reveal it, and mentioned that Mr. Huo was young and not deeply involved in the world, so there might be someone with a different meaning.

Duan Ming just accepted this setting, but he really didn't expect Liang Xiao to be so unfailing: "You also have a white moonlight?"

Liang Xiao shook his head: "How is that possible."

Back then, he didn't even know what a friend was, so how could he be more interested in a friend.

It was the past, and now it is useless to entangle, but when he thinks about it again, he still inevitably feels guilty.

Especially Mr. Huo didn't know why, but kept reminding him to remember.

Liang Xiao was emotional for a while, and suddenly felt that Duan Ming's voice was wrong: "There is also a white moonlight—who else?"

"..." Duan Ming: "Me."

Liang Xiao's eyes widened.

Duan Ming patted his shoulder sadly, touched a thermometer and stuffed it into his mouth, and left.

Mr. Huo was overly nervous, the doctor checked systematically and checked Liang Xiao's cardiopulmonary function pheromone level, but there was actually no major problem.

It's nothing more than the weather, and I caught a little cold again.

Even the patient himself didn't feel any obvious discomfort. The doctor already knew his body well, and the doctor's order was loose: "Keep warm and sweat—"

The butler brought him a cup of coffee.

doctor:"……"

Holding the coffee, the doctor looked at the biscuits in the butler's hand, and changed his words: "Do some activities that can sweat in a warm enough environment."

Liang Xiao was leaning in Huo Lan's arms, and was sipping Banlangen, when he heard this, his hands trembled, and he almost threw the cup on Mr. Huo's lap.

The housekeeper was afraid that Mr. Huo would not be able to understand them, so he asked loudly, "What activities can you do to sweat?"

The doctor looked at him incredulously.

After all, the doctor is not a pimp, and this step is based on the limit of old friendship, and he is upright: "The scope is very wide, such as running, skipping rope, push-ups—"

Holding the biscuit stuffed into his arms, the doctor opened his mouth: "... many frequent temporary marks."

The butler breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly looked back.

Huo Lan's eyebrows were still tightly frowned, he didn't know if he heard what they said, he was holding the water glass in Liang Xiao's hand, watching him drink up the medicine.

Mr. Liang gulped it down and raised his head to speak when Huo Lan suddenly grabbed the back of his head with one hand.

Huo Lan circled him, leaned forward, touched his forehead lightly, and tested the temperature.

Mr. Liang's fever may have gotten worse, he was pressed against his forehead in a daze, his eyes were lost for a few seconds, and dripped down Mr. Huo's arm uncontrollably.

Huo Lan caught him hastily, his pupils were still anxious, and was about to call for him, when Mr. Liang dragged him and whispered a few words.

Mr. Liang took a deep breath, imitating his movements, Hongtong grabbed Mr. Huo's head and stuck it on.

Mr. Huo was silent for two seconds and turned red.

……

The housekeeper looked at these two people who didn't know what they were doing but seemed to be having a good time, and didn't even know what to say for a while: "..."

The doctor chewed the biscuit and took a sip of coffee: "It's unnecessary."

Butler: "...Yes."

Doctor: "Blame us for growing too fast."

The housekeeper rubbed his forehead: "Yes."

The doctor sighed: "The knowledge is too wide."

Butler: "Yes."

Doctor: "20 years later."

The butler was stunned for a moment: "What?"

"Twenty years later, if Mr. Huo suddenly wants to kiss Mr. Liang."

The doctor gave a generous discount: "You can call me for a free examination."

housekeeper:"……"

The housekeeper had no way to refute, not without vicissitudes, and looked back.

The doctor clasped his fists, brushed off his clothes, and left the bedroom door with coffee and biscuits.

The housekeeper tried to do something when the two heads were touching each other, but saw Mr. Huo hugging Mr. Liang, reading the script word by word in a low voice, and finally gave up completely and quietly closed the bedroom door.

The screenwriter is from the Hong Kong school, and the script is full of detail and meticulousness. It is very different from the style of "New Year's Eve", which relies on enlightenment at the beginning. Everything from the scene to the characters is marked.

In just a few scenes, the line drawings of several main characters have been clearly listed.

"In front of the Zhaoming Hall, hundreds of civil and military officials stood in two rows, with three hundred imperial guards behind them."

Huo Lan read a sentence: "As soon as the sky is bright, the envoys' car covers are gathered, and the armed guards are patrolling around. No one has noticed the cloud on the roof."

Liang Xiao has actually watched it once, and now listening to it, he still can't help but feel that he has an inexplicable relationship with this surname: "There will be a third film, and I might be called Yun San."

Huo Lan raised the corner of his mouth, lowered his head to speak, and looked at the flushed Mr. Liang mumbling against him, his heart was burning again.

Huo Lan lowered his head and pressed his forehead: "It's because of 'Yunqi'."

The whole family of the Zhenyuan Hou Mansion was convicted, and they are no longer worthy of using the word "cloud" to fight the flag.

The little Hou Ye fled all the way, with no body armor, no horse worthy of a saddle, and a white wax spear with a tassel removed in his hand, which could not hold up his aura at first.

The young general who was wounded and sick faced the disgraced soldiers, and the reining man was full of arrogance. He pointed to the white clouds in the sky as a banner, and led the remnants of the army, alone for thirty miles across the desert.

"As long as there are clouds in the sky."

Huo Lan: "His flag is still there."

Liang Xiao's eyes became hot, and he closed his eyes: "Yes."

Huo Lan had also finished reading the script, and turned back: "He shouldn't die."

"No worries, no worries, my wish is fulfilled again."

Liang Xiao was a little worried, so he sat up early and stood firm: "It's too useless to die in despair on the way to escape, and it's too shameful to be tied back to the capital and beheaded. It's better to die a worthy death."

"..." Huo Lan: "I'm not going to change the script."

Liang Xiao was dubious: "Really?"

Huo Lan looked at him for a long time, and couldn't help rubbing his forehead.

It's not that he has any strange obsessions.

If necessary, the death of a character is definitely more touching than alive, and it is easier to create a classic.

He just wants Liang Xiao to live well, but he doesn't necessarily want Mr. Liang to live well in every corner of the camera.

Liang Xiao originally wanted to tease him, seeing Mr. Huo's sincere headache, he couldn't help laughing: "That's good."

Liang Xiao's arms were a little sore, and he moved a little: "Huo Lan."

Huo Lan looked down at him.

"The acting is all fake." Liang Xiao looked at him, "I'm alive, don't think about the past."

Huo Lan's shoulders tensed silently, and the lines that were softened by the warmth suddenly became cold and hard.

Liang Xiao knew that his heart trouble was here, and he didn't want to say more, so he touched his hand and held his hand.

Of course, Liang Xiao had read his own medical records.

From Liang Xiao's own point of view, [-]% of the whole incident started with Long Tao's vicious and vicious hands, and [-]% blamed him for acting aggressively and not knowing how to turn things around.

But they, Mr. Huo, might feel that they blamed him for not falling into this trap back then and biting himself directly.

I can't explain it, so I can only take it slowly.

Liang Xiao couldn't help but put a little porn in his mind again, coughed, and his ears turned red: "Should... continue to read?"

Huo Lan nodded and took the script.

"The ceremonial officer ordered, and the trumpet sounded."

Huo Lan didn't ask himself to think about it: "The grandeur is solemn and magnificent, the tribute is carried by flowing water, the car covers are gathered together, and the envoys of various countries are gathered."

Huo Lan: "Yun Lang had seen enough of the excitement, and felt bored, so he lay in the corner of the hall peeling chestnuts to eat."

Huo Lan finally couldn't help it: "Your agent said that you have been on all the roofs of these several studios."

The manager even said that he thought the medicine was bitter, Liang Xiao was not surprised, and nodded: "Almost."

Omega actors have a lot of limitations, a lower roof is fine, and a higher one is undoubtedly a wire. An omega has limited physique, and if it is a little careless, it will be ground to blood.

Liang Xiao didn't mention this, and shared it with him enthusiastically: "The studio in Jiangnan is the best. There are several halls dedicated to shooting big scenes, and the small animals in the corners of the halls are all gold-plated."

Huo Lan: "..."

Liang Xiao sighed: "I almost broke one at that time."

Huo Lan had heard from his agent about Liang Xiao's ability to interrupt, and he was prepared, but he still couldn't resist being abducted by him: "It's probably copper plating."

Liang Xiao was stunned: "Isn't the copper-plated one rusty?"

"You can spray a layer of varnish..." Huo Lan sensed something was wrong, and tried his best to pull back his thoughts, "Xingguan will dispatch experienced wire masters."

In "New Year's Eve", Liang Xiao has nothing to do somersaults, except for walking around, and he doesn't need to do martial arts.

Costume dramas are inseparable from flying over the eaves and walls. If you want to shoot a fight scene, it is impossible to not move Wia.

After all, Liang Xiao didn't turn away, fell silent for a while, and smiled: "Okay."

"Actually—it doesn't matter."

Liang Xiao stopped making trouble, and explained to him seriously: "This is about experience, and no one can get used to it at first. Once you get used to it, it's not much different from walking."

"I have a lot of shots of Wia." Liang Xiao became interested, "Episodes 7, 9, and 13 of "Biography of Heroes", episodes 9, 16, 25, and 37 of "Over the Rain", and the whole process of the male lead of "Under the Willow" The sub-cameras are all mine, and I widely accept—”

Liang Xiao got used to memorizing his resume, so he coughed and couldn't bear it.

Huo Lan frowned: "What do you accept?"

Liang Xiao was not very embarrassed, and finished reciting in a vague way: "Undertaking all kinds of double work... The quality is high and the price is cheap."

Huo Lan closed his eyes, pressed down his chest and turned silently.

Liang Xiaofei quickly added: "It all depends on experience."

"I don't have many injuries, especially in the past two years, I have been running well."

Omega is very talented in such things as not leaving scars, Liang Xiao sat up, pretending to have no evidence, brazenly making up things with him: "I'm usually not as hypocritical as I am in estrus, and I don't fear pain at all."

Huo Lan lowered his eyes.

Liang Xiao took a deep breath and resolutely said, "Really, you can watch it."

The director set a time with him, the group will be formed in three days, and the official start will be started in a week. When the time comes, they will have to go to the studio, and they may not even be able to return to the villa in a short time.

Letting go of this kind of opportunity, reading the pornographic books of these years will be in vain.

Liang Xiao has rich experience and feels that he should bravely shoulder the responsibility of advancing the speed between the two of them.

At this time, Huo Lan would probably not agree immediately, and would feel that he was being treated lightly.

The two people push and pull tangled kung fu, and Liang Xiao can tear the button of the pajamas if he is not careful, and then develop some more in-depth exchanges according to different story types and plots.

Liang Xiao was desperate, Se threw his face to both sides from his heart, took his hand and pulled it into his arms: "If you don't believe me, check it—"

Liang Xiao: "..."

Liang Xiao lowered his head, staring blankly at Huo Lan's hand to unbutton his shirt.

Liang Xiao was a little dazed: "Mr. Huo."

Huo Lan didn't look at him, and unbuttoned his collar with his gaze lowered: "Yes."

"You—" Liang Xiao swallowed his saliva, "Did you just check?"

Huo Lan really wanted to know, and felt that he should be respected, so he just lowered his eyes and fumbled to unbutton his clothes: "I don't want to look."

Liang Xiao felt that this was the crux of the problem: "If you don't look at it, how can you confirm—on me..."

Huo Lan: "..."

Liang Xiao: "..."

Liang Xiao watched helplessly as Huo Lan suddenly woke up, closed his hands, opened his neckline, and closed his mouth in a daze.

How did he push out a chance that Mr. Huo touched him with rich experience.

Huo Lan regained consciousness, regretting too much: "I'm sorry."

Liang Xiao regretted more than him: "No..."

Huo Lan clenched his fists, closed his eyes hard, and didn't think about the thoughts in his mind.

It's not that he doesn't believe Liang Xiao's words, it's just that he knows Liang Xiao is lying to him.

Before the two people are completely connected, he may not be able to realize it.

When he was in the south of the Yangtze River, Xiaoliang Xiaoming was afraid of pain and suffering, and he had to be hugged and coaxed when he took the medicine. He fell in the bath and broke his head, and he was unhappy for three days.

Little Huo Lan had nothing to do with him, and was worried that he would be unwell, so she had to put down her homework from time to time to take care of him.

Xiao Liang Xiao had a Band-Aid on it, and could not get up on the bed, so hypocritically, he insisted on blowing on the wound on his forehead.

When he was young, Huo Lan had a stubborn temper. He had never done such a frivolous and rude thing, and he refused to say anything.After coaxing him for half an hour, seeing him struggling and refusing to take the medicine, thinking that there were still a dozen unfinished papers, he finally couldn't help but put down the medicine and left.

……

Huo Lan closed his eyes, his chest throbbing with pain.

He didn't know at that time that Liang Xiao didn't have any family members, and it wasn't considered frivolous or rude to ask someone to help breathe into the wound.

Xiao Liangxiao had never been treated well by anyone, so she learned some routines by reading books and watching TV with a half-knowledge, so she chose the ones that inspired her, and she wanted to try them together.

Huo Lan forced back the embarrassment in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Back then——"

Liang Xiao was still too late, and said disconcertedly, "What?"

Huo Lan: "Back then... that person."

Liang Xiao was stunned for a long time, then he came to his senses and sighed in a mature way.

……Again.

This terrible jealousy.

Liang Xiao held Huo Lan's hand, patted his arm to comfort him: "Don't worry, he never took off my clothes."

"I was injured and kept it from him."

Liang Xiao remembered the manager's suggestion, tried his best to find a place for comparison, and wholeheartedly comforted Huo Lan: "I will not hide it from you."

Huo Lan stuck a knife in his chest again: "..."

Huo Lan was silent for a while: "Have you been injured?"

It's been long enough that it has nothing to do with acting.Liang Xiao felt that there was nothing to hide about this kind of thing, so he nodded and told the truth: "At that time, I was short of money and worked three jobs. I was young and had no energy, so I bumped every now and then, and I always used his safflower oil secretly. "

Huo Lan remembered the smell of safflower oil in the first bedroom: "Then he said... accidentally knocked over."

"Yes." Liang Xiao felt that he was quite smart at the time, "It's so strange to knock over every day, I usually only knock over once a week."

Huo Lan clenched his fists silently.

Huo Lan endured and endured, finally couldn't help it, his voice became hoarse: "Do you want to see him?"

Liang Xiao was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"

"...we can find him."

Huo Lan whispered: "Tell him to see you—"

Liang Xiao resolutely said, "I don't want to."

Huo Lan was startled, and looked up at him.

Liang Xiao was a little worried.

Liang Xiao doesn't doubt that Huo Lan can find someone. With Xingguan's ability to integrate information and the Huo family's financial resources, it shouldn't be too difficult to find an elite alpha with a bright future.

It's not like everyone wanders around without a student status like him, and only finds out that he is a black household when he goes to university

The two of them were afraid that they were evenly matched, Liang Xiao couldn't help imagining the bloody picture of President Huo and each other's aura if they met in the future.

Liang Xiao sighed and murmured, "I'm such a disaster..."

Huo Lan didn't understand: "What?"

"It's okay." Liang Xiao cheered up and shook his head, "I really don't want to see him."

It's not because of guilt, nor because he is afraid that Mr. Huo will freeze him.

Liang Xiao was instinctively unwilling to let the other party know what happened when he ran away.

What he wants to do is his own choice, whether it is saving people or almost dying, Xiao Liang Xiao had countless opportunities to repent, and the inhibitor is in his hand, not involuntary.

At that time, he just thought that such a good person...should continue to be so good.

Straightforward and clean.

There is no need to carry a heavy truth that is life-threatening.

"The past is the past."

Liang Xiao was very emotional: "If I really see him again, I will definitely run away, as far as I can."

Huo Lan: "..."

Huo Lan admitted that the words had reached his lips, he bit them into pieces with difficulty and swallowed them back, and fell silent.

Liang Xiao thought for a long time, couldn't help laughing, and sighed softly: "I don't know what he thinks of me now, and what he wants to do to me."

Might want to stab him.

An Ono omega who played with other people's feelings.

Liang Xiao never admits that he is so firm, maybe most of the reason is because he doesn't want to repeat the nightmare of memorizing when he was a teenager: "He probably hates me..."

"No." Huo Lan said.

Liang Xiao was startled.

Huo Lan met Liang Xiao's gaze: "He—"

Afraid that he would run away, Huo Lan closed his eyes forcefully, clenched his fists silently, and didn't say any more.

Liang Xiao was moved: "Mr. Huo."

Liang Xiao held his hand: "You...don't need to do this."

In order to explain myself, I have to say good things for a jealous object.

Liang Xiao was hooked by Huo Lan and thought of something on his mind, and accidentally talked too much, now he calmed down: "What he wants to do is his business, I don't care, you want to—"

Huo Lan held his arm and wrapped him in his arms.

Liang Xiao was surrounded by him, his heart skipped a beat, he subconsciously held his breath and raised his head.

Huo Lan lowered his eyes, and his pupils fell on him.

Back then, Xiao Liang Xiao had already attached great importance to his face, he scratched his forehead, and worried about whether he would lose his appearance for a whole week.

He really had no choice but to go to the hospital where the Huo family belonged and asked for a folk prescription that would not leave scars.

Xiao Liangxiao was very active in applying the medicine, so he didn't need his help to supervise. Every day, he squatted in the bedroom and applied it carefully in front of the mirror for several days.

No scars left.

Huo Lan closed his eyes, suppressing the intense surge in his eyes.

Liang Xiao raised his head slightly, his eyes were blank.

He had just developed a fever, and now the fever has subsided faintly. The hair on his forehead was slightly loosened, and the thin sweat was slightly damp, sporadically sticking to his forehead.

Huo Lan raised his hand to brush it away for him, and blew carefully and extra carefully.

Liang Xiao didn't quite know what he was doing: "Huo——"

Huo Lan closed his eyes and kissed his forehead.