When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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Qianling has a thin frame, and the hospital gown was extremely loose on him. When he moved a little, the collar was pulled down a little bit.

Duan Xingyi ordered: "Remove your hair, let me take a look."

"It's actually not very painful."

"Hurry up."

"Oh……"

Qianling moved slowly, with an aggrieved expression.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like Duan Xingyi helping him to see the wound, but more like a gangster who stopped a good baby who just finished class on the street, threatening someone to open a room with him.

"here."

Qian Ling pointed to the back of his head.

He lowered his head, his soft hair stuck to his slender, white and slender neck, completely exposed to Duan Xingyi's vision.

Duan Xingyi's eyes seemed to be frozen, nailed to Qian Ling's body.

He could almost smell the faint fragrance, from such an ambiguous distance, teasing his nerves like an invitation, waiting for his tasting.

Qian Ling's neck was sore, and he hadn't waited for Duan Xingyi's reaction for a long time, so he mustered up his courage and quietly raised his head to take a look.

Ahh, so scary.

Duan Xingyi looks cold and stern, and his habitually pursed lips make him even more unfriendly to strangers.

Why look at his neck, are you wondering where to start later?

It's scary, Duan Xingyi.

Don't cry, don't show weakness in front of Duan Xingyi, even though he thinks so, his nose and eyes are still sore.

The tears that had just stopped were about to flow out again.

"Are you going to cry again?"

Duan Xingyi looked straight at his red eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Is that how you like to cry?"

"It's just because I hit my head that it hurts so much that I cry."

It's not that he likes to cry.

"Let me see how it hurts."

Qianling hit the back of the head just once, and the place where it hit was more serious than Duan Xingyi thought. It was a lot red and looked swollen.

Duan Xingyi frowned and turned his head.

"Did you bring medicinal oil?"

Fierce subordinates: "???"

"Master Duan, how could we carry that kind of thing? Don't you tell us to endure no matter how serious the injury is?"

"We have rough skin and thick flesh, so can my little sweetheart be the same? I squeezed it twice with Master Duan, and the marks on this face haven't completely disappeared yet."

What a strange name this is!

Qianling's face turned even redder.

Bai Jing who was pressed to the ground said coldly: "I have."

After Bai Jing took out the medicated oil in the drawer, she changed from being pushed down to kneeling on the ground, staring straight at Qian Ling leaning against the head of the bed, her body huddled into a ball.

He looked terrified, his pretty face covered with tears and fingerprints that hadn't faded, but there didn't seem to be any more injuries.

Duan Xingyi opened the medicated oil and poured it in the palm of his hand, the strong smell of the medicine diffused, he frowned, and sloppily pushed away in circles where the back of Qianling's head was injured.

"Ah, it hurts."

Under Duan Xingyi's pushing and rubbing of the originally painful wound, Qian Ling couldn't bear the pain anymore, and begged in a low voice, "Can it be lighter? Please."

Duan Xingyi lowered his eyelids, and saw Qianling's pale and beautiful face, his brows were knit together, and his plump lips were bitten into a slightly sunken arc by his small white teeth, the color of his lips was like bright red berries.

"You're so delicate, are you the Princess and the Pea?"

Duan Xingyi's tone was harsh and mean, but the movements of his hands were silently relaxed a little.

Qianling didn't want this either.

But his pain-sensing nerves have been more sensitive than normal people since he was a child, and his lacrimal glands are also more developed. As long as he exerts a little effort, marks will be left on his body.

Duan Xingyi withdrew his hand from applying the medicine, but Qian Ling still felt that the wound was painful, but she was afraid of making the other party impatient if she shouted about the pain again.

He could only keep his voice down and hum a few words in a low voice.

Duan Xingyi stared at the lips that were making sound, his Adam's apple rolled, and he lowered his body to get closer.

The sweet and charming aroma overwhelmed the unpleasant smell of medicine, and the fingertips were running through the hair, but what remained was the soft memory of pressing the lips.

He narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but want to taste it, whether it tasted as sweet as it smelled.

So Duan Xingyi raised his chin, touched Qian Ling's lower lip without any skill, and gently held it.

Duan Xingyi has never liked anyone, let alone kissed anyone.

He only knew that the taste he tasted was sweeter and softer than he imagined, like a piece of cream cake that was about to melt, with a sweet strawberry filling, and he wanted to break it, dismantle it, and taste it carefully. Human sweetness.

The subtle and entangled sound, falling into the silent room, makes people dream.

A dozen tall and burly men stood beside them, their eyes widened, breathing deeply, only the sound of swallowing saliva was heard one after another.

Who would have thought that spectating and applying medicine would be more exciting than fucking watching [beep——].

Bai Jing's eyes were bloodshot, but she was pinned down on her shoulders and couldn't move, "Hey, Duan Xingyi, you're on the horse!"

He punched Bai Jing heavily in the abdomen, pulled his hair back, forced him to look up, and stuffed a towel into his mouth.

"Who are you scolding?"

"See clearly, your little sweetheart is almost crying after being kissed by Master Duan hahahaha."

Bai Jing's eyes were about to burst, and she was pressed by the bedside, watching Duan Xingyi hold Qianling from a close distance, like a wolf catching a lamb.

Duan Xingyi didn't have any skills, he just kept his lips in his mouth and rolled his Adam's apple.

And Qian Ling was completely taken aback.

It was also the first time he had kissed someone else.

He was like a petrified statue, the system kept calling his name in his mind, Qian Ling finally responded and pushed Duan Xingyi with his hands.

No more kisses! !

But the other party didn't move at all. Instead, he clasped his wrist tightly and pressed it under the sheet.

The wrist was very painful from being scratched, because Duan Xingyi didn't seem to be kissing him at all, it was more like grabbing him and chewing on him, hard and stubborn, like a wild boar eating cabbage.

Duan Xingyi wants to eat him! !

Qian Ling's eyes were red with anxiety, and she kicked her legs under the quilt hard, but she didn't know where he kicked.

Duan Xingyi snorted, let go of his hand, bent over in pain, with an ugly expression.

Qian Ling breathed out with his chest rising and falling, his mouth was open, his lips were extraordinarily ruddy, like berries that were too ripe to rot, filled with glistening dew.

My mouth hurts.

The wrist also hurts.

Qianling's brain can't handle it now. He just bumped his head, but Duan Xingyi said that he gave him medicine, and now he has more than just a headache.

His mouth seemed to have eaten a lot of peppers, and he didn't need to look in the mirror to know that his appearance at the moment must be very tragic.

Duan Xingyi gritted his back molars.

"Shallow Spirit."

If someone else dared to kick him like this, let alone a beating, Duan Xingyi would definitely take off that person's entire leg.

Qian Ling shrank in fear. In front of Duan Xingyi, who had broad shoulders and long legs, she looked like a non-aggressive kitten, with red eyes, red and swollen lips, and red marks of embarrassment on her cheeks.

"Yes, you kissed me first..."

Duan Xingyi licked the corner of his lower lip eagerly.

Those beautiful and dewy eyes were clearly almost terrified, their eyelashes were trembling, and they still had to put on a stubborn look.

It's fucking alluring.

Duan Xingyi looked at it and wanted to move up.

but now.

A beating is nothing, he wants to hold someone down and kiss him hard.

I really have your Duan Xingyi.

[The author has something to say: I really have your Duan Xingyi. 】