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

The room next to Shen Qian was empty.

The food used to imprison him used to contain a bed and a bathroom. Although it is relatively simple and small, it is still clean and tidy. A window inlaid with iron bars provides sufficient light and good ventilation facilities.

Jiang Yuran asked Wang Yiwan to clean it again, and asked him to bring some food over, and put the psychiatrist here temporarily.

After the psychiatrist injected Jiang Yuran's blood, he no longer vomited blood. He was just dazed, his eyelids were fighting recklessly, and as soon as he touched the pillow, he fell into a drowsy sleep.

But he held Jiang Yuran's hand, even in his dream, he couldn't bear to let go.

Jiang Yuran wanted to pull out several times, but he kept talking in his sleep: "Master Jiang, save me...Master Jiang, don't go, I'm afraid."

Jiang Yuran had no intention of leaving, but something was wrong with the old man in the wheelchair next to him!

The old man could bear it at first, but he couldn't bear it anymore, and asked Wang Yiwan with a cold face, "Son, can't you help your father share the burden?"

Wang Yiwan didn't understand, so he asked, "What?"

"Your father is obsessed with cleanliness, that human has been holding your father's hand, what are your intentions?" Shen Qian was afraid that his meaning was not clear enough, so he slapped the armrest of the wheelchair hard!

"Ah I……"

Wang Yiwan reacted belatedly, and hurried forward to take Jiang Yuran's place, "Father, let me do it."

Jiang Yuran glanced at Shen Qian, who looked like a black pot, worried that Zhang Yu didn't plan to operate on him, so he had to hand over the psychiatrist's hand to Wang Yiwan, "Well, you are here to keep an eye on him, let's start I'm going back. If there's anything wrong, come and call me in time."

"Well, Dad, yes."

Wang Yiwan nodded like a meme, until they left the room, he scratched his hair with his free hand, wait, why is that blind man calling my son?

Although he and Dad are in a relationship, I didn't admit that he is my mother!

Also, isn't he blind?

How did you know that Dad's hand was being pulled?

……

After returning to the room, Jiang Yuran smelled a very strange atmosphere.

That strange atmosphere came from Shen Qian who was still dark-faced.

He was a little worried, and asked him cautiously: "Is it true that Zhang Yu is not planning to perform surgery on you? Zhang Yu is not the only surgeon in your base, right..."

Jiang Yuran wanted to pull his arm, but before he touched it, the man seemed to be able to see it, sliding the wheelchair and avoiding it with a dark face!

The word "ba" was still choked in his slightly parted lips, and he was forced to swallow it back abruptly by this avoiding movement, what's wrong?

Or do I bring people back and break their rules?Will the consequences be serious?

After being frozen for a moment, Jiang Yuran put away his hands that were still in the air, "If you think I did something wrong, you can object at that time. Why are you losing your temper now?"

"Why don't you wash your hands?" Shen Qian asked irritably.

Jiang Yuran was a little shocked: "What?"

"what? What?"

Shen Qian became a little angry at this moment: "Don't think I can't see it, I don't know anything when you hold him so tightly! And you smell like him all over your body. According to your style, you should always Go take a shower when you come back! But you didn't!"

This anger started when the unknown son and childhood sweetheart appeared.

Until the poor psychiatrist threw himself into his arms and held his hand tightly after bringing it back, he didn't even wash his hands until he returned to the room!

So cleanliness has become the original sin, and it can be used to define who Jiang Yuran likes!

When he came back with a smell all over his body, and still kept this smell to touch him, the anger point that seemed to be suppressed finally broke out uncontrollably, causing the man to be extremely angry!

At this time, he still doesn't know what jealousy is.

Jiang Yuran didn't expect that this was what he cared about, he was stunned for a few seconds and then laughed again: "No, he's already like that, if I still despise him, will he die of grief?"

"Then why didn't you wash your hands when you came back?"

"I'm not..."

"You haven't gone yet? Do you want to keep his smell and spend the night with me?"

Jiang Yuran swallowed me hard to see that you are angry, and his tone was not very good: "I'm going to wash my hands, wash my hair and take a shower now, OK?"

Of course, Shen Qian could hear the dissatisfaction in his tone. It happened that his wheelchair was stuck on the edge of the cabinet. He reached out and touched something, no matter what it was, he copied it and threw it heavily against the wall superior!

Jiang Yuran was taking clothes off in the closet, and was startled when he heard a crisp sound. At first, he thought that Shen Qian had bumped into something, but when he turned around, he saw that the vase with the red roses was thrown on the wall by the man and smashed to pieces.

The red rose fell in the center of the snow-white ceramic shards, which was particularly eye-catching, as if blood would bleed in the next second!

Knowing that he threw it on purpose, Jiang Yuran's expression changed instantly, "What are you doing?"

"It was I who made you feel wronged!" Shen Qian became eccentric when he spoke: "You are wronged to fall in love with a blind man like me. I am not worthy of you at all. I forced you. Any one of them is better than me. !"

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Yuran's eyes turned red with anger.

If it wasn't because he was blind, with his temper as a young master, he would definitely rush up and beat him up.

In the end, he put the shirt he just found out on the bed, and silently picked up the pieces of the white porcelain vase. Luckily, Rose was fine.

But as he picked it up, he felt aggrieved inexplicably, there was no reason for his sudden sadness.

The sharpness of a needle pierced through the heart, and tears suddenly turned red in the eyes.

He is a young master who is held in the palm of his hand with golden branches and jade leaves, and his fingers do not touch the spring water. When did he fall to the point where he has to act according to the face of others when serving others?

I don't owe you anything.

However, Shen Qian was still asking in a strange way: "Why, you didn't make a sound? Did I guess it?"

Jiang Yuran couldn't hold it back for a moment, a tear slipped quietly and shattered on the extremely coquettish rose petals, and then, a sharp pain overflowed from the jade-like fingertips, causing him to gasp in pain, and hurriedly rubbed After wiping away the tears that blurred his vision, he realized that the pulp of his index finger was scratched by ceramic shards.

There was a very deep gap, the bones were visible deep, and the blood seemed to break through the cage that had been imprisoned for a long time, rushing out madly.

Shen Qian smelled a very strong smell of blood, sensed something was wrong, stood up and groped towards the source of the smell, "What are you doing?"

"Do not touch me!"

Jiang Yuran yelled back at him angrily, "I still smell like him!"

Shen Qian insisted on touching him: "Are you hurt?"

"Don't worry about it!" Jiang Yuran pressed the wound with his thumb, trying to stop the bleeding, but the gash was too deep, and his skin was too delicate. Not only did the pressure not stop, but the blood slid down the gap between his fingers, dripping Drippingly shattered on the rose petals.

The rose that had sucked Shen Qian's blood seemed to have become a sperm. The moment it received his blood, the delicate petals gradually sucked in the scarlet liquid.

However, Jiang Yuran was arguing with Shen Qian, so he didn't notice this strange phenomenon that can be called weird.

Shen Qian still grabbed his injured hand in the dark, put it into his mouth and sucked it gently, licking with the tip of his tongue in circles until the smell of blood became weaker and weaker, regardless of his struggle.

The angry words came out with the loosened fingertips: "I don't care who cares about you?"

Jiang Yuran was surprised to find that after the rip was licked by him, it miraculously stopped bleeding. Although they were only close together and hadn't completely healed, the bleeding stopped.

He didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

The shocked eyes lingered between Shen Qian's bomei's still shining lips and his raised fingers, and it took him a long time to organize his language logic: "You broke the rose vase. You...you know what that means What!"

Shen Qian was obviously taken aback when he heard this.

Then he said angrily, "That's not because of you!"

"because I?"

Jiang Yuran kicked the broken piece of porcelain, "You fucking lose your temper and say it's because of me?!"

"I lost my temper?"

Shen Qian clenched his palms with curled fingers.

Sharp fangs protruded from the corners of his lips, and he approached the person bit by bit with a gloomy face, as if he was trying to restrain himself until he forced him against the wall, "Hey~"

The sound of tearing pierced the air, and the slender and pale fingertips tore the boy's blood-stained shirt, revealing a large area of ​​white and delicate skin, the collarbone was as delicate as jade, and the pink and tender grains embellished with beautiful muscle lines.

Too bad he couldn't see it.

So the long-standing forbearance turned into an out-of-control desire to destroy, he buried his face and grabbed his neck!

Jiang Yuran's tense heart shattered.

Tears filled the air with screams: "Shen Qian, what are you doing!? You said you wouldn't bite me!!!"

"If I don't bite (want) you for a day, you will always think about those dog things outside, so..."

The handsome face condensed into ice under the gauze suddenly cracked a coquettish and charming smile, the fangs of the smile flashed a cold gleam, and then gently lifted up, piercing into the fragile skin!

"Do not!!!"

The severe stinging pain, accompanied by the tingling electric current, spread wantonly between the neck, Jiang Yuran was terrified, his round eyes were covered with a hazy mist, "Pain..."

Shen Qian didn't have any pity, and almost relentlessly ingested his blood, his Adam's apple twitched and made a beautiful note, and the milky juice slowly slid into his taste buds, like a fatal catalyst, but it was impossible to bite his neck. Satisfied!

He wants more!

"Does it hurt?"

He raised his face slowly, and his thin lips stained with blood stained his fangs, facing the boy's fragile eyes covered with tears, "There are more pains!"

The scorching breath suddenly crushed, Jiang Yuran was still in great panic, the man had already kissed his lips.

There is no element of love, kisses like punishment, with the momentum of attacking the city, rough and barbaric.

"Well……"

Jiang Yuran was terrified by the pain, the blood on his neck was still flowing, winding along the delicate collarbone, like a crack that appeared when a perfectly flawless porcelain jade doll was no longer cherished by others and fell hard on the ground.

And the person who bullied him seemed to have lost his temper. After the long and cruel kiss was over, he grabbed the person's delicate arm and threw him on the bed roughly!