The villain of Kuai Chuan always wants to pinch peach blossoms

Su Yan, who didn't know Wen Yan's inner thoughts at all, was held tightly in Wen Yan's arms, thinking that he would change a towel for Wen Yan when he felt better, but before Wen Yan let go, he was in Wen Yan's arms Fell asleep.

Looking at the little white tiger sleeping soundly in his arms, Wen Yan's nerves, which had not been relaxed since his rebirth, relaxed rarely, and fell into a deep sleep.

Su Yan was woken up by the heat. In his sleep, he seemed to have fallen into a big furnace. His whole body was scorching hot. No matter how he tried to escape, he couldn't escape.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Wen Yan's unbelievably handsome face enlarged in front of his eyes, his beauty was a hit!

But in the next second, Su Yan realized something was wrong, Wen Yan's body temperature was too high, much higher than what he detected last night.

The heat he felt in the dream was not a big furnace, it was because Wen Yan had been holding him in his arms, and what he felt was Wen Yan's excessive body temperature.

Because of the physical discomfort, even Wen Yan's brows were slightly frowned in a coma.

Wen Yan, who has completely entered the weak stage, does not have the strength to hold Su Yan as much as last night, and it is all supported by muscle memory.

With a little effort, Su Yan broke free from Wen Yan's arms, bit the towel that fell next to the pillow, and ran to the bathroom together.

With nothing in his arms, Wen Yanxuhuan's arms tightened unconsciously, wanting to touch something to make him feel at ease.

Wen Yan didn't touch the familiar fluff, and Wen Yan frowned even tighter. He wanted to struggle to wake up, but because his consciousness was too drowsy, he couldn't control his body at all, and couldn't open his eyes.

Su Yan went back and forth many times, but the temperature on Wen Yan's body didn't drop at all. It seems that the method of cooling down with water is no longer effective.

Su Yan: "Tuanzi, is there any better way to cool down?"

Bai Tuan: "If there is alcohol, you can consider using alcohol to wipe his body. The effect of alcohol is much better than water."

Su Yan: "Yes, use alcohol."

In the end, Su Yan found the alcohol in the medical kit in the room, but the amount was very small, not enough for Su Yan to wipe Wen Yan's body.

That's right, just to wipe his body, Su Yan found that just putting a towel on his forehead had no effect at all, so he used his supernatural ability to strip Wen Yan down to a pair of underwear, and planned to wipe his whole body with alcohol.

But now that there is not enough alcohol, wiping it all becomes a problem.

Thinking of something, Su Yan's eyes lit up, and he ran to a room on the third floor to roll out two bottles of wine with his supernatural power, and returned to the bedroom.

There is no alcohol, but there is a wine cellar in the villa, and the same is true for white wine.

Su Yan wiped Wen Yan's body with wine, and found that the muscle lines on Wen Yan's body were very obvious. Regardless of Wen Yan's usual appearance of an expensive nobleman, there are not a few muscles missing on his body.

Su Yan was in the shape of a little white tiger, so it didn't affect him at all, taking the opportunity of wiping Wen Yan's body, he wiped several times of oil on Wen Yan's chest and abdominal muscles, taking advantage of Wen Yan.

But his hands are now in the shape of claws, and touching the pectoral and abdominal muscles is not as comfortable as imagined. The subject tiger said that having meat pads is not a good thing, which greatly affects the experience of touching the muscles.

Wen Yan's high fever lasted for three days, and the fever subsided slowly on the third night. The abnormal blush on his face also gradually disappeared, and he slept a lot more peacefully.

Su Yan was not idle either. When Wen Yan was still in a coma, every morning when he woke up and before going to bed at night, he would fly out with his wings to patrol around the villa to make sure there were no zombies around the villa.

These few rounds of inspections every day also allowed Su Yan to skillfully manipulate supernatural powers and use the newly grown wings on his back.

Wen Yan woke up on the evening of the third day.

The first thing Wen Yan did when he woke up was not to check what abilities he had awakened, but to immediately look for the little white tiger in the room.

Wen Yan didn't see the figure he wanted to see, and Wen Yan's heart skipped a beat. Controlling his weak body, he went downstairs to the living room to look for it.

After searching to no avail, the aura around Wen Yan suddenly became terrifying.

Or leave him and go?Sure enough, he still shouldn't ask for anything extravagantly.

Su Yan held a bunch of red fruits in his mouth, and as soon as he walked into the door of the villa, he saw a thin figure standing in the living room.

"Aooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

Seeing Wen Yan, Su Yan didn't care about the fruit he had just picked after all the hard work, left it behind and ran towards Wen Yan.

When Wen Yan was about to be swallowed by the dark thoughts in his heart, the familiar cry brought him back to reality, and seeing that small figure galloping towards him, Wen Yan bent down without thinking. Catch the little white tiger that rushed over.

But he forgot that he hadn't eaten for three days, and he had just awakened his supernatural ability, so he was weak. No matter how you say it, the little white tiger was still a little tiger who had awakened his supernatural power, and the force of rushing over was not light.

Now he has no physical strength to bear the impact, which caused Su Yan to rush over and throw Wen Yan to the ground.

Su Yan: ...

Wen Yan: ...

Wen Yan: Will this make me look like a weak chicken?

Looking down at the pale Wen Yan who was thrown down by him, and at the two tiger claws she was still pressing on his shoulders, Su Yan hurriedly got off Wen Yan, afraid that he would wake up again. What's good or bad out of his gentle words.

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow-

Su Yan bit the clothes on Wen Yan's shoulders, trying to pull him up.

"I'm fine, it's not your problem, it's just that I haven't eaten for three days and I'm a little weak."

Wen Yan saw the little white tiger's guilt, and rubbed the little white tiger's head to comfort him.

After recovering some strength, Wen Yan stood up from the ground, walked to the sofa next to him and sat down.

When I was in a hurry to find the little white tiger just now, I didn't pay attention to my body. Now that I touched the little white tiger, I put down my heart again. The protest of my weak body quickly occupied Wen Yan's senses, especially his stomach. They've all started rebelling.

Thinking of the few days when he was in a coma, there was no one to feed the little white tiger, a trace of annoyance flashed in Wen Yan's eyes, he knew that he would have left part of the meat outside, so the little white tiger would not be hungry.

Wen Yan took out two boxes of self-heating rice and a large piece of meat from the space, and put them in front of himself and the little white tiger.

He is too weak now and has no extra strength to cook, so he can only choose the convenient self-heating rice to quickly fill his stomach.

While waiting for the self-heating rice to heat up, Wen Yan found that the little white tiger didn't eat the meat he gave him, but kept staring at the self-heating rice in front of him, and the desire in his eyes was about to flow from his mouth.

Wen Yan thinks that the little white tiger's expression is very interesting now, it is clearly a little tiger, but the expression on his face is as rich as that of a human. ?