Fuck you

Say what?

Do you really like this ladyboy?

This stinky and shameless transgressor actually said that he would eat and sleep with you, and that I would teach him a lesson for your own good.

Xinghe, you can't do this to me.

No one cares about you more than me, cares about you.

These words, no matter which sentence, Mi Shu couldn't say it.

The scene of the two tightly embracing pierced her heart, she obviously didn't look directly at it, but she could clearly remember the position where Xing He's slender fingers landed on the man's waist.

"You go." Xinghe turned around, pulled Mingyuegui and left, "I will truthfully report this matter to Tianjun. Aowen, see off the guests."

Mi Shu stared at the backs of the two figures one behind the other, without wiping away tears, tremblingly picked up the bone fan that had fallen on the ground.

Aowen dutifully jumped into the yard from a row of watching heads, cleared his throat and was about to speak when Mishu closed her eyes and screamed: "Get out!!! Get out!!!"

When Xinghe pushed the door, he stumbled.

Mingyue Gui was not looking at him, but all his attention was on him. When Xinghe moved a little, he immediately became nervous: "Are you okay?"

Xinghe looked at him and shook his head.

After closing the door, Mi Shu could still be heard screaming hoarsely. Neither of them mentioned her. Ming Yue Gui stared at the bookshelves in a daze. vials.

Does Xinghe get hurt often?

He thought wildly, Xinghe had accurately picked out the wound medicine from more than a dozen vials, uncorked the bottle, and the room was filled with a cool and familiar smell.

Xinghe walked over with the medicine bottle, glanced at Mingyuegui, and quickly lowered his head.

Mingyue didn't know where to go, so she looked down and was immediately embarrassed.

The clothes on his body were rotten, his sleeves were bald, there were seven or eight big holes on his chest, and his trouser legs were scorched and curled up. The whole thing was just a piece of rags hanging on his body.

In addition to being unattractive, it has no covering ability at all. Except for the crotch, which is still intact, the rest of the body is mostly exposed.

It's hard for him to think that he leaned against the tree in a suave way just now.

He raised his trousers, not knowing what to hide.Xinghe looked up at him again: "Take it off and I'll give you medicine."

I don't know if it was because of the influence of the previous nonsense or what, Mingyuegui suddenly found that when Xinghe said this, he was a little embarrassed.

"I'll do it myself." He stretched out his hand to take the medicine bottle, but Xinghe didn't let go, and accidentally held Xinghe's fingers in his palm.

Mingyue Gui was stunned for a moment, but she was a little bit reluctant to withdraw her hand.The clear knuckles are against the palm, a little numb, and the straight fingers are curled together, like poor little fish, which makes him want to catch them one by one and stuff them into his arms.

Feeling itchy in his heart, he raised his index finger in such a strange way, and lightly passed it across the back of Xinghe's hand.

Xinghe was stunned.

After Mingyue returned, she belatedly let out an "ah", and quickly withdrew her hand, ready to be beaten again.

But Xinghe just looked down at his hands expressionlessly, and then, under Mingyuegui's shocked gaze, reached out his hand rudely to pull his clothes.

"You, you, you, what are you doing?" Ming Yuegui firmly held on to her baggy trousers, in an extremely inexplicable manner.

"What do you think I will do?" Xinghe sneered, "Apply medicine."

"Oh." Mingyue Gui let out a sigh of relief, but at the same time she suddenly felt faintly disappointed.

Xinghe threw his clothes on the ground, dipped his fingertips in the ointment, and lightly tapped on the wound.

Because I hid in time, there were no serious wounds, but there were a lot of scratches, front and back everywhere.

Xinghe applied the medicine very seriously, and his movements were very gentle. Mingyue Gui stood for a while, feeling a little unbearable.

The cool fingertips were like a small ball of fire, and the place where it stayed ignited a big fire.

He felt that if he let Xinghe paint all his wounds, he would probably die of suicide.

Ever since she said those words to Mishu, Mingyuegui always felt a little awkward to be alone with Xinghe.

I don’t know if it’s because of a change in mentality. Before, he just thought that Xinghe was good-looking, but now he suddenly found that Xinghe is not only good-looking, but also the embodiment of perfection. Every movement, every expression, and even every part of his body are in his eyes. All very attractive.

The result of being seduced is - a certain shameful part of the body stands up hesitantly.

Crazy?

Ming Yuegui was startled, she hastily looked away, grabbed the medicine bottle and walked a few steps inside: "Don't worry about it, I'll do it myself."

Mingyuegui is not a person who is surprised at first glance, Xinghe frowned at him for a while, wondering what kind of madness he is having.

But the back has already been smeared on him, and the chest... let him do it by himself.

Xinghe walked out the door without saying a word.

Ming Yuegui lowered her head and applied the medicine, and immediately let out a long breath when she heard the sound of the door closing.He reached out and touched his crotch, and was about to sit on the bed to rest for a while, when he looked up, he suddenly found a figure reflected on the window.

He moved his legs together in fright, put his hands between his legs and shouted: "Xinghe! Who are you scaring!"

There was silence outside for a while, and there were two light knocks on the window, which were indeed Xinghe's voice: "Remember to make lotus leaf rice for me when you recover from your injury."

"Got it, got it." Mingyue Gui replied depressedly.

The figure on the window left completely.

"I have to say something about this, I scared my father to death." Ming Yuegui touched his crotch again, the little thing has already shrunk back honestly, it seems that he was quite frightened.

After talking and touching, he suddenly realized a problem in horror.

What did Xinghe just say? ? ? ?

Charge!leaf!meal! ?

Make lotus leaf rice for him? ? ?

Isn't that what he told Mishu?How did he know?

How did he know!

Fuck!

Mingyuegui's legs jumped up following her heart, feeling ashamed.

He slapped the bedpost with his palm, wanting to roll over on Xinghe's bed, turned his head to look, and rolled around on the ground with his ragged clothes.

That fellow has long been eavesdropping behind the door like a thief, right?Did you hear what you said about eating and living with him, turning the clouds and rains together? !

Fuck!

He didn't rush out immediately to chop himself up, and let himself make a fuss. Seeing a man and a woman jealous for him, isn't it a sense of accomplishment?

You must be laughing crazy, right?

How many meanings!

Before, the majestic man who said that he was the "real wife" was exhausted. As long as he thought of him saying these words, Xinghe was secretly hiding outside the yard, peeping like those little fairies. Watching the play, my face would blush, my heart would beat and my breath would be short of breath, and I would get goosebumps all over my body.

Originally, these words were nothing, he was already thick-skinned, but this was not someone else, it was Xinghe, the shameful and delusional Lord Youyang who he just had just now, he couldn't calm down at all, and he couldn't be as indifferent as he was to others.

After wandering around the room like a headless fly for a long time, Mingyuegui suddenly stopped by the table and mumbled to himself: "Well, you Xinghe, you didn't come out to help me in the first place."

"See that I'm about to die before I shoot."

"You want lotus leaf rice, right? Please, please wait."