[Wearing the Book] The villain is not easy to mess with

He was completely shocked.

His whole body was trembling like an electric shock, his pupils couldn't help shaking, and his thick eyelashes were like a butterfly about to fly, flapping its wings non-stop.

In the end, there was heat in the eye sockets, and clear tears dripped down the cheeks.

What kind of language would he use to describe what he saw?

Or, what the hell kind of surgery is this?

Realistic version of gouging eyes?

That's right, Shen Qian's entire eye tissue has been gouged out, not even the eyelids, and there are only two bloody holes left in the eye sockets!

The eyebrows are beautiful, and he has a perfect and impeccable handsome face, as if someone was jealous of his beauty, and intentionally and cruelly gouged out his eyes.

The blood is simmering in the bright red opened internal tissue, like two blood whirlpools with a sense of suffocation and depression, shocking!

No wonder it keeps bleeding.

But the owner of these eyes didn't care about pain or itching, talking, laughing and playing with him heartlessly and without feeling.

They're all faked, right?bear it?Carry it?

In fact, he is also in pain, right?

So much so that Jiang Yuran cried after just looking at it.

"Be patient, it may hurt..."

He wanted to change the medicine as quickly as possible, but his fingertips were shaking violently, his eyes were blurred by tears, and even his voice was crying.

"why are you crying?"

Shen Qian heard that he was crying, and frowned his heroic long eyebrows.

"I didn't cry."

Knowing that he couldn't see, Jiang Yuran wiped his tears with the back of his hand, but there were still more tears falling down, and even a few fell on the pale palm that Shen Qian suddenly extended over.

He curled up his slender fingertips and twirled it, feeling some warm moisture, and asked puzzledly, "Then what is this?"

"I have a cold and runny nose, and I can't spare my hands to wipe it now. Don't move around, I'll tie the gauze on you..."

Jiang Yuran couldn't take it anymore, talking to his handsome face with two blood holes, he calmed down a little, and wanted to wrap the gauze on him.

However, Shen Qian cupped his face, and touched his face wantonly with his fingertips. When he reached the corner of his eyes, he paused slightly, "Is your snot coming from your eyes?"

Jiang Yuran: "..."

Jiang Yuran didn't want to talk to him, and let him touch the gauze to cover it.

Shen Qian felt a bit of coolness attached to his eyes, and the pain from the medicine was even more painful. He took a breath, his pale hands slipped from Jiang Yuran's face, he grabbed his shirt collar tightly, bit his lip and groaned One sound: "Pain."

Jiang Yuran's fingertips trembled, and his heart trembled a few times.

Subconsciously bent down, grabbed his lips and blew lightly on his eyes, "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt if you blow on it."

A small warm wind came slowly, accompanied by the youth's faint body fragrance, which was tingling and numb, like a soft feather brush, slowly stroking the pain of the wound, making Shen Qian's heart itchy unbearably.

He could almost imagine what a seductive scene it would be when those two lips, which seemed soft to the touch, were slightly pursed up and blowing air.

It must be pink and tender, just like the petals of cherry blossoms.

I really want to get up and take a bite.

He thought so, so he did.

Sniffing his breath in the endless darkness, as if catching a few shining stars, the hand that grabbed the collar of the pure white shirt easily circled around the white and tender back of the neck.

Without groping, facing the hot air blowing from him, leaning upwards, just as Shen Qian wanted, he successfully captured his lips.

Jiang Yuran was caught off guard by him.

I didn't know what happened at all, the brain roared, and the whole person was dumbfounded.

I didn't know what to do except to open my eyes wide in horror.

Shen Qian touched a softness that he had never experienced before, as if there was some kind of indescribable magic power that lured him to explore deeper.

He didn't hold back, he just wanted to bite his mouth, he used his lips to gently run over those two soft petals like a bewilderment, rubbing, licking, kissing one by one...

In the end, he couldn't resist the too alluring breath, and the tip of his tongue poked towards his clenched teeth.

The taste inside him is even more indescribable, like a small piece of melted chocolate lactose, gradually sweetened into a delicious juice, bit by bit encroaching on Shen Qian's reason.

It's about to start a war.