I ran away after picking up a sick baby

"Yes." The servant nodded and accepted the order, "This subordinate will do it now."

Bi Li nodded.

"My lord, do I need to hide this matter from the general?" the servant asked speculatively.

"No." Bi Li denied. He looked towards the room where Ming Chen was, and said in a low voice, "Give me a hand."

"it is good."

After the servant left, Bi Li leaned on the wheelchair, looked at his gauze-wrapped hands and legs, his eyes were dark.

Mingchen sat in the back room, his heart was blocked, as if he was carrying a heavy iron.

He rubbed his temples, his thoughts confused, tired but not tired.

I don't know what Bi Li is thinking, and I don't know what the man wants to do.

Why did you come here suddenly, why did you stay here and didn't want to leave.like?It is impossible for Mingchen to believe what Bi Li said.

He didn't know anything about Bi Li's side, but he knew that this incomprehensible man had ruined his plan of escaping and forgetting that he had pondered for several months.

Bi Li was always able to easily destroy his life, even if he tried his best to resist, it was futile to stop the traffic with his arms.

The space where the two of them were was all quiet, and Mingchen sat in the same place, waiting until the autumn sun outside the window fell, and when the sky was dark, he stood up stiffly, walked to the door, and unlocked it.

The moment the door was slowly pushed open, Bi Li tilted his head slightly on the wheelchair, his handsome face showing a soft smile: "I've been waiting for you all afternoon, are you sleeping inside?"

Ming Chen looked away from him: "Why haven't you left yet?"

"This king has answered this question countless times." Bi Li said, "Do you have to repeat it?"

"Don't call me king." Ming Chen stopped, and lowered his eyes to meet Bi Li's, "You are no longer king."

When Bi Li heard this, a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Occasionally I will change it when I think about it, but most of the time I can't remember it."

"..."

Mingchen didn't reply anymore, bypassed Bi Li who was blocking the way, and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Bi Li unconsciously emphasized his tone, pinching the armrest tightly with five fingers, and at the same time, the pain was transmitted from the bleeding wrist to the nerves.

Ming Chen's pace faltered, and he sighed with his back turned: "Shopping for vegetables."

After getting this answer, Bi Li's eyebrows and eyes instantly stretched: "Come and push me, and I will go too."

"You have trouble with your hands and feet."

Bi Li insisted: "I don't want to stay here alone."

"Where's your servant?"

"He has something to do, so he's leaving first." Ming Chen's slender and straight figure was reflected in Bi Li's eyes, he suddenly changed the subject, and the smile on his lips gradually became stronger, "I didn't realize before that you have a very good figure, and your waist The lines are coquettish, and the legs are slender. After all, it is a general, no matter how broken it is, the charm still remains undiminished..."

Mingchen turned around under the other party's impolite evaluation, approached Bi Li, and then pushed the wheelchair forward suddenly: "You can shut up now."

Bi Li was staggered by his sudden pushing and shoving, and he clenched the armrest tightly to stabilize his body.

He turned his head in his seat, looked up, and when he caught Ming Chen's warm and distinct jawline, the little anger that had ignited in his heart completely subsided now.

Satisfied, he finally stopped talking.

On the way to the supermarket, Mingchen looked back several times.Usually at this time, Lin Ran would come to him and walk with him.

Before meeting Mingchen, Lin Ran had three meals a day outside.After getting to know Ming Chen, Lin Ran would often come to Ming Chen for dinner.In return, Lin Ran often pays for the food and fruits that Mingchen consumes in the supermarket.

Lin Ran is young, a son of a rich family, and has a somewhat rebellious temperament, but he is very obedient in front of Ming Chen, so Ming Chen takes extra care of him on weekdays.

Ming Chen was a little surprised that Lin Ran didn't come to cling to her tonight.

"What are you looking for?" Bi Li found that something was wrong with Ming Chen and asked.

Mingchen's thoughts were interrupted, and he came back to his senses: "It's nothing."

Bi Li leaned back on his seat thoughtfully, but unconsciously clenched his fists, and the red color on the gauze became a little more intense.

After the two of them finished shopping for the dishes, Mingchen prepared the food and brought all of them to the table.

"It's all I like." Bi Li tilted his head slightly, squinting at Ming Chen who was sitting down, his thin lips were drawn up, and a satisfied and satisfied smile appeared.

Ming Chen couldn't show any expression to him: "Can you eat it yourself?"

Bi Li lowered his head, leading Ming Chen's eyes to his wrist.That piece of gauze was scarlet, and it was terrifying.

Ming Chen suddenly opened his eyes wide, put down the bowl and chopsticks and squatted in front of him, carefully raised his hand.

The resistance from the previous moment was gone now, and the gentle voice could only be filled with unconcealable worry: "How did you do it? It's been a few months, isn't it good?"

"I can't get better." Bi Li said, "They withheld my medicine, saying that there was an order from my superiors not to allow me to get better. Although the medicine can't keep up, the physique of the strongest alpha is generally good, and the gunshot wound still heals quickly. By the nurse When they found out, they tore apart the flesh growing together on my hands and legs little by little, opened the wound, and applied some medicine to delay recovery on it, once a week."

"You can obviously escape..." Ming Chen's hands trembled a little, "Why don't you go..."

"I'm waiting for you." Bi Li didn't lie. "In case I escape to other places, you come to see me but you don't see me. I lose the right to search the whole empire. Where should I find you?"

Mingchen lowered his eyes, concealing all the distress and intolerance hidden deep inside.But his body was tense, Bi Li could not see it.

"It's not very painful." Bi Li replied, "compared to the whip I whipped on you."

"You are used to pampering yourself, and you are different from those of us who went to the battlefield." Mingchen stood up, took out the medicine box from the cabinet, returned to Bi Li, carefully untied the blood-stained bandage, and cleaned it up for him with cotton balls Blood stains elsewhere.

Bi Li's hands are indeed beautiful, with pinkish fingertips, slender and fair bones, and blue veins on the back of the hands, like winding rivers, clearly visible.

In the middle of wiping, Ming Chen suddenly paused.

His lips moved and his voice was hoarse: "Where's the tattoo on the back of your hand?"

"Oh." Bi Li's eyes were glued to Ming Chen's thick eyelashes, and he replied casually, "It was washed out during the war with Li Sheng."

The tattoo on it was red wine, Li Sheng's pheromone.

Mingchen took a deep breath, wanting to ask more questions, but when the words came to his lips, he stopped again.

"Pick off my shirt." Bi Li said suddenly.

Mingchen refused such an intimacy, pretending he didn't hear Bi Li's words.He concentrated on cleaning up Bi Li's injury, and rewrapped him with a clean bandage.

"I tattooed you on my chest." Bi Li licked Tian's lips, and his deep voice came into Ming Chen's ears clearly in the silent room, "Sandalwood, your pheromone. I don't dislike this smell, it's just that then……"

"That's enough!" Ming Chen interrupted him abruptly, speeding up his movements, his irritability was obvious.

Seeing that he had no desire to listen, Bi Li wisely stopped talking.

After the wound was treated, Ming Chen washed his hands. He wanted to leave Bi Li alone in the living room and let him eat by himself.But with Bi Li's appearance, he really couldn't hold the tableware.

Finally, Mingchen held his breath, dragged the chair and sat in front of Bi Li, took a spoonful of rice and brought it to his lips: "Open your mouth."

Bi Li smiled, opened his mouth to hold the spoon in his mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls, and commented: "It tastes good."

"Rice," Mingchen replied seriously, "it doesn't have any special taste."

Bi Li swallowed the rice, leaned over to Mingchen's neck and sniffed it: "I mean, your smell."

Ming Chen closed his eyes, he couldn't understand what Bi Li was thinking, he couldn't stand such intimate teasing anymore.

There is no joy, no enjoyment, only pain.

"Bi Li...have you played enough?"