Repeatedly jumping on the edge of death

An Yi's smile froze on his face, and he told the truth: "I like Mr., and I couldn't help laughing."

Shi Lian put his things aside: "Don't think about it, go up and rest."

"Okay sir." An Yi nodded slightly with excitement.

Looking at An Yi's back, Shi Lian smiled, and it was a good choice to keep it by his side.

Shi Lian cleaned up the wreckage on the table, and within a minute, the doorbell rang outside.

The assistant stood at the door, and handed the packaged and delicate things to Shi Lian.

"Bai Su is already being processed, please rest assured."

Shi Lian nodded as a signal, and his peripheral vision stopped on the garbage that had just been disposed of.

"Take this with you when you go out."

The assistant bent down to pick up the rubbish, looked at the blood clot inside, and when he looked at it, he understood: "Is there something wrong with the last inspection?"

Speaking of which, the assistant was about to take out a pistol from his waist, and prepared to fight An Yi to the death, if he dared to lie to his boss, he would die.

"Just to let you throw a trash, don't think too much."

Why is this assistant more impulsive than himself.

The corner of the assistant's mouth twitched "Yes" and he turned and closed the door and backed out.

Shi Lian looked at the delicately packaged gift bag in his hand, this was an apology to An Yi.

The door of An Yi was half-closed, and Shi Lian walked in without thinking too much. There was the sound of rushing water from the bathroom, and various clothes were scattered on the bed.

Shi Lian put his things on the table and looked at the tightly closed door of the bathroom. After a long while, the sound of locking came from the door.

As soon as the door was opened, a cloud of hot air gushed out from the bathroom. An Yi only wore a loose white short sleeve.

Because of the steaming heat, the already fair skin was now a little pink, and the round and smooth toes left a round mark on the carpet.

The smell of roses in the room was strong.

An Yi had a towel hanging around his neck, and his wet hair hung on his forehead. For a moment, Shi Lian felt a little tight around his waist.

When An Yi turned his head, the blood in his whole body was almost froze, and he was at a loss in place.

"Why are you still taking a shower when you're injured?"

An Yi swallowed, and stammered, "I... I didn't get wet, it's okay."

"Don't take a bath if you're injured, it's even more troublesome if you get an infection." Shi Lian began to educate An Yi.

"understood"

An Yi glanced at his own bed, he wished he could go directly to the ground, now his bed can't be described as "messy", it's just a garbage dump.

In an instant, An Yi's face was covered in red, and he moved to cover the bed as much as possible, and explained to Shi Lian in a weak tone.

"Sir, in fact, the bed was not like this before. Today is an accident."

Shi Lian was amused by An Yi's behavior, raised the corners of his lips, and pushed the handbag forward: "A gift for you."

Gift?Once again, An Yi's blood pressure soared to the highest level, Shi Lian gave him too many surprises today.

An Yi stepped forward quickly, forgetting to put on her shoes, and stood for a while, carefully picking up the things, the packaging is too delicate.

When An Yi was by her side, the scent of roses mercilessly penetrated into Shi Lian's nostrils.

Why is it so fragrant?Shi Lian looked up at An Yi's pink face, the ugly scar on his neck did not affect the overall beauty at all.

An Yi slowly pulled the box out of the bag. There was a rose with thorns printed on the box. An Yi's uncontrollable heartbeat accelerated, and his ears were filled with blood.

The box was opened, and there was a dagger quietly inside, filled with cotton around it, An Yi looked for a long time but couldn't figure out what kind of knife it was, and looked up at Shilian suspiciously.

"I asked a craftsman to customize it, try the feel?"

"Okay." An Yi wiped the thin sweat on his clothes twice, and took out the dagger from the box.

The handle of the knife fits tightly to the palm of the hand, whether it is the right hand or the left hand, the dagger can be used to the best effect.

An Yi couldn't hold back his excitement, and played twice in the air. Seeing that the tip of the knife was about to touch the palm of his hand, Shi Lian's heart tightened, and he almost uttered a voice to stop it.

But in the next second, as if the dagger opened its eyes, the hilt of the dagger turned and landed obediently in An Yi's hand.

An Yi's eyes were full of excitement, as happy as a rabbit who got a carrot.

An Yi, who retracted the knife, realized that Shilian was in his room now, and the sense of shame instantly filled his whole brain, so blushing that he didn't even dare to raise his head to look at Shilian.

"Do you like it?" Shi Lian had a smile on his face.

"I like it!" An Yi said happily, holding the dagger.

"Well, let's rest." Shi Lian got up and walked to the door.

When he turned around to say something, he saw An Yi hunched over the table doing something. The short sleeves that had just covered the thighs were even more exposed now.

Shi Lian blushed for a moment, and something around his waist swelled up terribly. If An Yi hadn't been injured today, he probably couldn't help himself.

Thinking about it, he quickened his pace and returned to the room, rushed directly into the bathroom, and took a cold shower.

But it's winter now, with a cold bath and a burning body, the always strong man has a fever the next day.

An Yi waited for half a day to finish cooking in the morning, but Shi Lian didn't come down, so he mustered up the courage to knock on Shi Lian's room.

After seeing that Shilian had a fever, An Yi was also surprised for a second or two. Since he knew Shilian, he had never seen Shilian get sick.

An Yi was terrified, and rushed downstairs to get a cup of hot water.

"Sir, drink some water." An Yi put the water glass on the bedside, and tried to help Shi Lian up from the bed.

But the left hand couldn't use any strength at all, and after pulling for a long time, Shi Lian couldn't get up from the bed.

Just when he was about to give up going out to fetch water for Shi Lian to wipe, Shi Lian pulled An Yi's left hand, and his feet became unsteady, and An Yi fell directly on Shi Lian.

"An Yi" Shi Lian's mind was dizzy, and he called An Yi's name with a rising sound at the end.

"Mr...." An Yi lay on Shi Lian's chest, listening to the strong heartbeat, and now he didn't know if it was his own or Shi Lian's.

"If you leave so hesitantly, I'll think wrong." Shi Lian wrapped his arms around An Yi's waist, the smell of roses in his hair lingered in his breath, and his head became more drowsy.

"Or else?" Shi Lian lifted An Yi's hair in front of him, turned around and pressed An Yi under him.

An Yi began to exhale quickly, observing Shilian from such a close distance, it was a bit foul to look so good.

Shi Lian let out a breath, looking at the flushed An Yi, the corners of his lips slowly curled up.

"If you just want to solve your physical needs, the two of us are quite suitable, don't you think, An Yi?"

From time to time, the scorching breath sprayed on the tips of An Yi's ears, causing An Yi to shudder.