Heartthrob collapsed today 2

Originally, Qingji's body was a little hot due to the onset of snake venom in his body, but it was within the controllable tolerance range. However, at this moment, after meeting Dongfang Bubai's eyes, the heat in Qingji's body suddenly rose .

He restrained his expression, lowered his eyes slightly, avoiding Fu Zhenhong's sight, and replied, "It's okay, a little injury." After he finished speaking, he paused, as if he was afraid that Fu Zhenhong would ask more questions, and then went on again Then he said: "Lead those insects and snakes here first."

Fu Zhenhong vaguely guessed something, he stared at Qingji's reddened ears for a few seconds, then sneered: "No rush." ​​After saying that, he walked to Qingji's front, and faced Qingji face to face .

"Monk, you don't seem to be fine in this state." Fu Zhenhong's tone was tinged with teasing.

In an instant, Qingji had a feeling that he was seen through by the man in front of him. He felt a little embarrassed. Originally, it was just the base of his ears that were flushed, but now, a thin layer of blush also appeared on his cheeks.

He wanted to finish the matter as soon as possible, and then use his inner strength to regulate the hotness in his body in a quiet place alone.However, he also knew very well that the man in front of him was not easy to fool.

Qingji's lips moved slightly, wanting to say something to expose the matter, but Fu Zhenhong, who saw his thoughts, said first: "Take off your clothes, let me see your wound."

Fu Zhenhong repeated what she said just now, her attitude was very firm.

Qingji fell silent, he pursed his lips and looked at Fu Zhenhong.

And Fu Zhenhong also looked at Qingji.

Their eyes met in the air.

After a while, it was Qingji who first compromised. He sighed imperceptibly, feeling a little helpless in his heart, and there was also an inexplicable...something like the secret joy of being cared for.

After getting along with each other these days, Qingji has already understood Dongfang Bubai's temperament.The other party's temperament is very arbitrary, self-respecting, he doesn't like others to disobey him, the more stubborn he is, the more the other party wants to break the stubbornness of others and do the opposite.

It will be better if you follow his temperament.

Thinking of this, Qingji raised her eyelids, held back the inexplicable tension, and under the gaze of Dongfang Bubai, she unbuttoned her outer shirt and opened her inner garment to reveal the wound on her abdomen.

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows: "Monk, don't be coy like a big girl."

Qing Ji choked when she was told, she didn't have any scruples anymore, and took off her shirt directly.

When Qing Ji puts on her clothes, her figure doesn't look burly, but it gives people a relatively handsome feeling. However, when she takes off her shirt at this moment, her upper body is exposed, whether it's her arms, her chest, or her abdominal muscles. They all have a sense of power.

Regular, but not overly stretched, the texture of the muscles is smooth and natural, and every inch is appropriate.

It was probably because Fu Zhenhong's gaze was too focused, and her quiet body became tense under Fu Zhenhong's gaze.And his tightness, the pulling of his muscles made the curvature of the lines more rigid and sharp.Coupled with the appearance of his tightly closed lips, there is a kind of pre-abstinence.

Desire, but introverted.

Fu Zhenhong wanted to laugh, it was Qingji's reaction, but he restrained himself, he didn't really laugh, but moved his eyes to the wound on Qingji's abdomen.

There are two very clear tooth cavity marks, very deep, and the tooth cavity marks are relatively large. The surrounding skin color is a bit dark, but it is not swollen.

In order to see the wound more clearly, Fu Zhenhong took another step forward.And with this movement, the distance between him and Qingji became even closer, so close that Qingji could smell the faint fragrance from Fu Zhenhong's body, and so close that Qingji could hear Fu Zhenhong's shallow breathing. To Fu Zhenhong's distinct eyelashes.

Qingji wanted to retreat, to stay away from the strong notifications of smell, hearing and vision, but just as he was about to move, he heard Dongfang Bubai say: "Don't move."

Fu Zhenhong glanced at Qingji.

It's not that Qingji retreats, and it's not that he doesn't retreat, and he stands there awkwardly.

Fu Zhenhong couldn't help laughing, and then squatted down in the next second to check Qingji's wound.

Qingji's pupils shrank suddenly, and he lowered his eyes to look at Fu Zhenhong.For a moment, he didn't know how to react.

Due to the current posture of the two of them, Fu Zhenhong's face happened to be facing Qingji's abdomen, and it was precisely because of this.The breath he exhaled sprayed onto Qing Ji's abdomen, and a hot and itchy feeling suddenly hit Qing Ji's whole body, causing his body to tremble instinctively.

Qing Ji felt the warm breath on the skin of his abdomen very clearly, very light and gentle.This feeling made him at a loss, and his abdomen subconsciously contracted because of this stimulation.

"No problem." Qing Ji said immediately, and when he spoke, he was a little surprised.There is no other reason, his voice is no longer the same indifferent and calm as before, but a little hoarse and low, as if he is restraining and enduring the growth of some kind of desire and thought.

Fu Zhenhong replied: "Monk, you are nervous."

"Although more than half of the toxin has been forced out, some of it still flows into the blood of the whole body." After Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, she raised her eyes to look at Qingji, and there were dangerous ripples in her dark pupils. There seemed to be a seductive style and charm slowly flowing out: "Monk, let me detoxify you, okay?"

Fu Zhenhong spoke the last two words very softly, with a slight rise in the end, like a small hook, scratching gently in Qing Ji's heart.

Qing Ji could clearly feel that his body was getting hotter and hotter. He couldn't tell whether the rapidly rising heat was due to the snake venom, or because of the seemingly invisible temptation of the man in front of him.

Maybe it's both...

Qingji lowered her face, and met Fu Zhenhong's gaze, which became a little complicated.

It can't go on like this.

Qing Ji said so to herself in her heart.

But Fu Zhenhong saw Qingji's inner thoughts, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he stretched out his hand just like that, touching the wound on Qingji's abdomen with his fingertips.

Fu Zhenhong's fingers are slightly cool, but Qingji's abdomen is very hot. This heat comes from the strength of the opponent's slightly swollen muscles, and the warm blood flowing under the skin, oh... maybe There is quiet inner tension and vague feelings.

Qingji's abdomen contracted again, and his breathing became a little heavier at this moment. Qingji's lips moved slightly, wanting to speak, but the words that were about to blurt out were stuck in his throat because of Fu Zhenhong's next actions.

Fu Zhenhong's index finger lightly pressed Qingji's wound, and then stood up slowly. At the same time, her fingers followed the movement of standing up, and followed Qingji's muscle lines all the way up, slowly , moving lightly.

Fu Zhenhong's nails were neatly trimmed and not sharp. Following his movements, the nails scraped Qing Ji's skin lightly, from chest to collarbone, and then stopped on Qing Ji's subconsciously rolling Adam's apple.

"Monk..." Fu Zhenhong put her lips next to Qing Ji's ear, and said slowly: "It's kind of poisonous, your Shaolin's pure heart spell can't solve it, and the Buddha you shave and devote yourself to can't help you get rid of this torture. "

"So..." Fu Zhenhong's fingertips moved slightly, pinching Qingji's chin, "Why don't you convert to me, I'll help you..."