Quick wear: male gods only love me

Fu Liu put the food on the table with a cold expression, and made a loud voice.

Fu Nanxian saw that this was his own weight, and wanted to ask where Lin Qingyan had gone, but after looking at Fu Liu, he didn't ask.

Fu Liu snorted coldly, twisted her waist and went out.

Fu Nanxian ate less than usual, and without Lin Qingyan by his side, his appetite was worse than expected.

The passage of time seemed to be much slower than usual. After dinner, Fu Nanxian wanted to meditate and practice, but he couldn't concentrate.

Lin Qingyan's smiling face appeared in his mind from time to time.

He walked out, Fu Liu didn't know where he went.Fortunately, during this period of time, he was not so peaceful, and when Lin Qingyan was not paying attention, he quietly explored the surrounding situation.

Using his lightness kung fu, he stepped on the roof and flew across the roof until he saw Fu Liu.

"Master...or else I'll call Fu Nanxian over."

Fu Liu stuck her ears to the door, wanting to go into the bathroom to see Lin Qingyan inside.

"No need." Lin Qingyan said hoarsely.

"Then I'll go in and serve the leader."

Lin Qingyan said: "You go, I want to rest alone."

Fu Liu left.

Fu Nanxian flew to the roof of the bathroom, lifted the tile cover, and saw the smoke lingering below.

The water sprayed from the stone faucet flows into the bath.The wind blowing from nowhere made the red gauze curtains fly around wantonly.

Lin Qingyan's red clothes were casually piled on the ground, exuding a strong smell of blood.If you look carefully, you can find that there are many whip marks on the red clothes, and there are black blood stains where the clothes were torn.

Lin Qingyan sat on a soft chair next to the bath without any clothes on, with a black blanket casually draped around his waist, making his skin more like a jade carving.

The ferocious welts on the white skin made one's heart soften after seeing it.The wound obviously hadn't been treated, maybe he just soaked in the bathtub, and the open wound was soaked white.

His legs are very long, straight and powerful, but there are many shocking wounds on his legs.

Around the soft chair are broken wine jars, and there is a row of wine not far away.

He casually held the wine jar, raised his head and drank heavily.

There was too much wine, and it slid down the corner of his mouth, over the elegant swan's neck... and finally sank into the black blanket.

Fu Nanxian looked at the direction where the drop of liquid disappeared, and his breath sank.

Lin Qingyan drank one jar after another, and after drinking a jar of wine, he would casually throw it on the ground.

When the shattered wine jar burst open, there would be a mocking smile on his delicate face.

Sitting there, he looked like a beautiful piece of ice-cracked porcelain. It looked scarred, but it had a beauty that ordinary people couldn't match.

[Zi'er, stop drinking, let's treat the wound first. 】

Lin Qingyan: He's watching... Didn't you say you're a dog when you talk to me again?

【Wang! 】

【Baby, Dad loves you so much. 】

Fu Nanxian didn't like Lin Qingyan's smile very much. He didn't hold back, went into the bathroom, and grabbed Lin Qingyan's hand: "Stop drinking, treat the wound first!"

"Don't you hate me very much, do you want me to die? It's just a little whip wound. I don't know how much I have suffered since I was a child..." Lin Qingyan stubbornly wanted to continue drinking.

Fu Nanxian snatched the wine jar from Lin Qingyan's hand and threw it aside.

"If you don't treat yourself well, who will treat you well?"

"Yes! There is no one else! I have only myself!" Lin Qingyan yelled at Nan Xian with a nasal voice and red eyes.