Become a heartthrob after wearing an adult

As soon as Xiao Ji entered the door, he tore off the clothes wrapped around Zhang Feimang's body. His breath was very disordered, panting for a while, moaning and moaning for a while, and his small face was wet when he wiped it.Xiao Ji didn't dare to move, put him on the bed, and wanted to pour water, but Zhang Feimang held onto the front of his clothes tightly.

"I'll get you some water—"

Zhang Feimang turned in pain on the bed, turned to Xiao Ji's side, put his head against his thigh and stopped moving.But he still didn't let go of his hand, his fingers turned white.

Xiao Ji didn't dare to break him with force, so he held his hand and gently moved his fingers.Only then did he realize that Zhang Feimang's hand was so slender that it would break if it was bent lightly, but at this moment, the soft wrist was lying in his palm, trembling slightly, and his face was still rubbing against him. thighs:

"It hurts."

"Hold me...Xiao, hug me."

God.Who can walk here?

Xiao Ji's fingers moved, he sighed, and wrapped Zhang Feimang's hand with his palm.

"Xiao Luo No. [-], send me a message to urge Wei Leng to come quickly."

In fact, Wei Leng came very quickly, but Xiao Ji still felt that the days were like years.Zhang Feimang in his arms was still suffering from pain, but as long as he put his hands on Zhang Feimang's stomach, Zhang Feimang's pain would ease slightly, and the expression on his face would also soften.

Persisting in this movement, Zhang Feimang curled up and snuggled up to Xiao Ji's hand.With this posture, Wei Leng couldn't help raising his eyebrows, his eyes shifted before Zhang Feimang and Xiao Ji, and he smiled coldly:

"If you still don't get out of the way, the patient's posture cannot accept the examination."

Xiao Ji had long been used to his attitude, and he rubbed his finger on Zhang Feimang's wrist with nostalgia before letting him go.His eyes were only on Zhang Feimang:

"Cure him, and I'll pay double the hourly rate."

Wei Leng's expression changed a bit, and the corners of his mouth raised even more. At the same time, he pushed open the box on his body, which was densely packed with various sophisticated instruments, shining coldly.Wei Leng's professional quality has always been very high. Except for mental damage, there is no disease that he cannot cure.

At the beginning, his expression was very relaxed, but as various instruments came on stage in turn, Wei Leng frowned deeply at Zhang Feimang's stomach, and the frown became deeper and deeper, with the shape of Sichuan in the middle.

Silence spread between the two, the instrument in Wei Leng's hand was still changing, Xiao Ji took a step forward, and said in a deep voice:

"something wrong?"

"Here. There is indeed a problem." Wei Leng took off the instrument on his body, his face was not relaxed, and his fingers drew a circle on Zhang Feimang's abdomen, "I think there is a big problem here."

"Is he a man?"

Wei Leng's question was really inexplicable, Xiao Ji looked at him with that foolish expression, and knew what he meant without saying a word—of course it was a man.Zhang Feimang looks very delicate, but it is not enough to make people mistake his gender.

He held a cotton ball in his hand, wiped the corners of Zhang Feimang's mouth and mouth, and put it in the container.

Wei Leng lowered his head and dispensed the medicine in the container. This kind of medicine is slowly absorbed by the human body, and its curative effect is not as fast as that of the treatment device. It has been gradually eliminated in the medical system of the Newel Empire.Therefore, there are gradually fewer people who really know how to dispense medicine, and Wei Leng happens to be such a person.

"His medicine, take it and see it again. Take him to my place tomorrow, and I will check it carefully."

Xiao Ji frowned, he took the pills:

"Is there really a problem?"

"I'll go back to test and check today first."

Xiao Ji never thought that there would be a day when he would feed people medicine with his own hands, especially if his subordinate was not honest.Before the medicine was fed, the body was twisting, Xiao Ji had to control the strength well, so as not to hurt the person, but also to be able to hold the person down.But when the medicine was fed to his mouth, the rosy lips were tightly closed, and the liquid immediately flowed down from his lips.

"Tsk."

Xiao Ji put his fingers on Zhang Feimang's cheeks, they were soft and elastic, and he could pick up the flesh with a little pinch.This is Xiao Ji's unprecedented experience. He is surrounded by hard comrades or cold and noble women. He has never seen such a boy as soft as cotton.

Even the personality is similar.

Xiao Ji thought about it, but he still didn't forcibly pinch the person's mouth open. Treating him like this... seems a bit cruel.

He was silent for a while, sitting by the side with the medicine in his hand, thinking about this distressing matter.

Even Xiao Ji himself didn't expect that the boy on the bed would bring him more troubles!

……

When Zhang Feimang woke up, he felt that he was lying on a soft cloud. He lowered his head and pressed the mattress, and opened his mouth a little. This was indeed his room, but the mattress was not.

"Hey, why is it so soft?"

Ronaldinho No. [-] flashed under the bed, and the mechanical voice sounded:

"Master, master, this is a new one."

Zhang Feimang touched the soft mattress, feeling a little puzzled:

The mattress has not been used for a long time, so how come it is replaced with a new one?

And how did he get into the room from the program group?

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The author has something to say:

Good night~Tomorrow is my little baby's birthday, I hope she is healthy~Happy~