he is afraid, he pretends

Wu Luming is not a person who is not afraid of pain at all, but when fighting, unless the opponent is carrying a sharp weapon, he will basically not avoid the opponent's attack in other cases.

People are often like this, the moment they successfully attack the enemy, they are most relaxed and conceited.

And what Wu Luming is best at when fighting is to use that moment to make the opponent unable to get up again.

There will definitely be no injuries on the body.

But there are almost no pain-free spots all over his body, and he really doesn't know exactly where.

He leaned back on the sofa, stared at Wen Siyuan for a moment, took off his shirt very neatly, and looked down twice.

There is a bruise on the ribs, which should be caused by No.1 hitting his stomach with a fist.

Other than that, no other injuries were seen.

Wu Luming turned around and said to Wen Siyuan: "Brother Yuan, help me see if there is anything behind me."

Wen Siyuan replied "OK", and was about to step forward to check, Wu Luming suddenly said "wait a minute", then jumped up from the sofa, kicked off his pants, stood upright, still turned his back to Wen Siyuan and said: "Okay."

The summer clothes are thin, and the young man who only showed his arms outside just now has a pair of Baogen's underpants left in the blink of an eye.

The young man was as white as the heavy snow that closed the mountains when Wen Siyuan first met him, clean and free of impurities.

Wen Siyuan obviously didn't react, and after a while, he looked up at Wu Luming who was standing tall, and asked, "You are usually in the dormitory, is that the same?"

"When it's hot in summer, everyone is like this."

Actually no, only Qian Weichang in their dormitory would jump up and down in all kinds of cartoon underwear all day long.

Wu Luming turned his head, looked down and met Wen Siyuan's eyes.

"Brother Yuan, didn't the people in the dormitory look like this when you lived on campus?"

"I've never lived in a school." Wen Siyuan looked away and started to get down to business.

His eyes scanned every part of Wu Luming's back seriously, and continued: "The schools I studied in the past were all close to home, and I have lived here since the beginning of college."

After some inspection, only one abrasion was found at the ankle.

Wen Siyuan asked Wu Luming to sit back on the sofa, applied the medicine on his ankles, and looked at the bruises on his ribs.

After watching in silence for a while, Wen Siyuan got up and quickly brought the bottle of Dieda wine that he had used last time from the room.

Probably because there was less meat on the ribs, the bruises on Wu Luming's ribs looked much more terrifying than the bruises on the calf last time.

Wen Siyuan squatted back in front of the sofa, opened the bottle cap of Dieda wine, and looked at the bruises on Wu Luming's ribs.

"The bruises on the ribs will hurt if you rub them away." He reminded aloud while pouring medicinal wine into his hand, "Try to find a more relaxed and comfortable position."

Wu Luming nodded honestly, groping around on the sofa for a couple of times, and finally just lay down on his back.

The sofa was just big enough for him to lie flat, and he lay upright, with his hands neatly placed on his legs, with a serious attitude like a patient about to go to the operating table.

Wen Siyuan glanced at him, then suddenly pulled the pillow towel aside, and gently covered his face.

Wu Luming was taken aback for a moment, raised his hand and tore off some pillow towels, revealed one eye, and looked at Wen Siyuan in doubt: "Why did you cover this?"

"If you don't look at it, you should feel less pain psychologically."

Wu Luming thought for a moment: "Is it the same as covering your eyes with an injection?"

A slight smile suddenly appeared on Wen Siyuan's face, as if he was coaxing a child, he replied: "Yeah."

Wu Luming remained motionless, staring at the smile on Wen Siyuan's face, until the other party lost his expression, he lay down again, and honestly put the pillow towel back on his face.

Wen Siyuan rubbed the medicinal wine in his hand to warm it up, and when he felt that it was almost ready, he looked towards Wu Luming, and found that the young man was holding the sofa cushion tightly with both hands.

Probably due to nervousness, Wu Luming's whole body was glowing with a thin layer of red.

Wen Siyuan hesitated for a moment, worried that what he said might make people more nervous, so he made a quick decision and started directly.

However, the effect seems to be counterproductive.

The sudden sharp pain caused the young man to tremble violently, followed by his whole body arched, his head stretched back and his neck stretched, and his whole body was visibly climbed up red, like a fragile animal whose neck could be easily twisted. swan.

Cold and smooth to the touch.

Suddenly, a very soft sound, like the meowing of a kitten, escaped from the young man's throat.

Wen Siyuan stopped for a moment.

He looked down at the red and trembling chest of the young man in front of him, his hand stayed in mid-air, and he didn't drop it for a second time.

After a long time, Wu Luming, who hadn't waited for the second blow, slowly pulled down the pillow towel, and looked at Wen Siyuan suspiciously: "Brother Yuan, why don't you continue?"

Wen Siyuan looked up at him.

The young man's face was redder than his body, there was a faint gleam of water under his eyes, and there were not so obvious tooth marks on his lower lip.

Wen Siyuan didn't look at Wu Luming for too long, he quickly looked away, took his hands away from Wu Luming, and said softly: "The bruise can disappear without rubbing, but it will take a long time."

Wu Luming didn't react for a while.

Wen Siyuan took a piece of paper from the coffee table, slowly wiped off the Dieda wine from his hands, then looked at Wu Luming again, and said seriously: "It hurts for a few more days, just treat it as if you acted bravely regardless of the consequences." lesson learned."

After he finished speaking, he simply tidied up the things on the coffee table, then got up, took the clothes and trousers that Wu Luming had left aside and put them in Wu Luming's hands, and told him softly: "It's getting late, go to bed early, put on your clothes, and don't catch a cold. "

After finishing the words, he yawned a little, and walked back to his room.

Wu Luming followed him all the way with a somewhat dumbfounded gaze.

It wasn't until he saw that Wen Siyuan had really returned to the bedroom and closed the door that he looked away, looked at the clothes Wen Siyuan handed him in his hand, and blinked slowly.

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