Dramatic self-cultivation [Quick Transmigration]

These words sounded a little familiar, and this thought vaguely flashed in Shen Xing's mind.

The mouth reacted one step faster than the brain, and said in cooperation: "Brother."

Maybe it's just that Xiaojiao's wife has been acting as a character for a long time, and even certain expressions have become a habit.

Amidst the patter of rain, the whole world fell silent.

After a long time, Qin Bohuai finally responded. He leaned over with a wider arc, wrapped his fingers around the handle of the bag, and lifted it up.

The rough fingertips brushed against the back of Shen Xinglan's hands, like two gentle butterflies fluttering in the rain.

It should be a slight and gentle movement, but the warm touch spread along the fingers all the way to the heart.

Shen Xinglan stood where he was, retracting his fingers that were hanging in the air, a little empty.

He took two steps forward under the umbrella. He didn't know whether it was hypoglycemia or slippery feet. His eyes went dark for a while, and his body fell forward uncontrollably——

After carrying the bag, Qin Bohuai walked forward, one step ahead of him, his forehead just touched his broad back.

The umbrella fell from Shen Xinglan's hand and fell to the ground, with the umbrella face up, swaying non-stop by the wind.

Qin Bohuai stopped instantly, and quickly reached out to support Shen Xinglan's arm.

In just a few seconds, the dizziness passed, Shen Xinglan slowed down his breathing, and slowly raised his head.

Qin Bohuai looked at him, moved his lips, and was about to say something, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the bag in his hand, his eyes froze.

At this moment, his face finally changed slightly.

Shen Xinglan, who didn't look at the other person's face carefully at all, was mostly confused at the moment. He was wearing the shell of Makino at the moment. The mermaid's physique is very strong, and it will fall down when the wind blows and the rain blows?This is unreasonable.

It can't be that the character of Xiaojiao's wife has been pretending for a long time, and the character has already penetrated the skin...

Although it was also a good opportunity to act like a baby, Shen Xinglan, who used to have all kinds of sweet talk at his fingertips, was subtly trying to save face.

"Slippery feet." He stood up straight, bent down to pick up the umbrella on the ground, only two steps away from the door of the house, and he simply retracted into the other's umbrella.

Suddenly, Qin Bohuai stretched out his hand to grab his arm, and quickened his pace to bring him in.

When rain is detected, the smart butler thoughtfully prepares dry towels and dry slippers for them at the door.

Shen Xinglan was changing shoes at the entrance, Qin Bohuai put the shopping bag on the shelf, looked down at him: "Where have you been?"

After changing his shoes and standing up, Shen Xinglan replied, "Supermarket."

Qin Bohuai's eyes fell on the outermost dirty transparent bag: "Supermarkets don't sell this."

Shen Xinglan touched his nose with his hand, and murmured softly: "On the way back, I met an old lady selling vegetables, so I bought some."

Without saying a word, Qin Bohuai took the bag with one hand, stretched his thin and long fingers into it, and picked out a vegetable leaf.

Shen Xinglan watched him move: "What's wrong?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the green vegetable leaves drooped silently, slowly curled up into a worm-like object, and wriggled slowly.

Qin Bohuai took out a lighter and clicked it to light it up. The green worm struggled a little bit more, and couldn't stand the two steel-like fingers tightly encircling it, making it unable to move.

It melted into wax in the firelight, burned completely, and reduced to ashes.

"Blood worms." Qin Bohuai said indifferently, "It can kill people silently. When it is discovered, the person who has been sucked blood is almost a mummified corpse."

Shen Xinglan who stood silently by the side: "..."

The old lady was full of emotions. Seeing that he turned around and didn't want to sell it, she should really want to see a doctor for her grandson, but she didn't even realize that Cai was being manipulated.

Putting away the lighter, Qin Bohuai summoned the medical cabin, pressed the button casually, the mechanical arm stretched out, and the magnetic disk was pasted on Shen Xinglan's arm to sense various values ​​of his body.

At this moment, Shen Xinglan realized bewilderedly that the dizziness at the door of the house was not due to being unable to withstand the wind and rain, but because of blood worms.

After scanning his body, the magnetic piece spontaneously locked and fell on the arm. There was an imperceptible hole on the inside of the wrist. The robotic arm stretched out a medical needle, spontaneously applied iodine, and then pierced the skin with the fine needle to deliver the nutrient solution.

Shen Xinglan hissed lightly as the cold liquid merged with the warm blood.

Qin Bohuai lowered his head and tapped on the optical brain to process the news.

Not knowing when this drip would end, Shen Xinglan leaned inside, trying to find a comfortable place to nest, and took two steps inside.

Passing in front of Qin Bohuai, the man lowered his eyes and glanced at him lightly.

The hand hanging on the other side was gently hooked, as if a feather was passing by, and the cold nutrient solution just now seemed to be ignited.

Shen Xinglan's footsteps were facing the direction of the living room, but he only took one step, and stopped as if being entangled in a spider's web.

In the room, only the light was turned on at the entrance, and the living room was mostly dark. Qin Bohuai was leaning on the shelf, obviously working hard, but his other hand was pinching the young man's finger.

From the index finger to the middle finger, the warm touch is transmitted, so vivid and clear that it is hard to ignore.

Shen Xinglan's throat was inexplicably dry, and he moved his fingers. He wanted to retract, and the next moment, the force that grabbed his fingertips became a little stronger.

Immediately, he clasped his hand in a more straightforward and domineering way.

Shen Xinglan was silent, not really wanting to admit it, but for a few seconds, an inescapable throbbing burst out of her heart like a spring bud.

Full of vitality.

I don't know who I was sending the message to, after a while Qin Bohuai looked away from the optical brain, and turned to look at the young man in front of him: "Is there a class tomorrow?"

The man's eyes were dark and bright, and when he looked down, in the silent night, it looked a little soft, and it seemed to be just an illusion.

Shen Xinglan nodded slightly.

Qin Bohuai didn't say anything else.

In a corner of silence, the two of them stayed silently, the light blue nutrient solution slowly flowing down the infusion tube, like time slipping by little by little.

From awake to drowsy, Shen Xinglan's body slowly tilted to the side, like a crooked sapling.

The branches touch the shore, find a center of gravity to rely on, and the trunk also winds around.

Looking at it from Qin Bohuai's perspective, the silver hair pouring down his shoulders like water is close in front of his eyes, and a few strands of hair stick to the pure black suit. The contrast between black and white is extremely obvious, lingering and ambiguous.

The drip was about to be finished, and Shen Xinglan, who was almost leaning against Qin Bohuai's arms, woke up suddenly. He reached into his pocket and took out the yellow communicator.

Qin Bohuai glanced: "What's wrong?"

The communicator was hot and hot, and it was no longer a warm yellow light, but dim.

Not long ago, he just handed over the communicator to Muyu to reassure the little girl. The communicator will monitor various data indicators of the body in real time. If any abnormality is found, it will change color immediately.

In other words, Muyu is in danger at this moment!

There was still some nutrient solution left, Shen Xinglan didn't even look at it, and went to pump the needle on the back of his hand.

Just as his fingers touched the white tape, a hand stretched out from the side, slender, strong, generous and warm.

He held down Shen Xinglan, tore off the white bandage, pulled out the needle, and pressed the cotton ball on the eye of the needle.

After finishing all these in an orderly manner, the man looked up, "Where are you going? I'll accompany you."

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Sorry, the latest update time is not stable qaq