Little Mr. is one hundred years old

After coming out of Gu Yuehua's room and returning to her own residence (actually, it was also Gu Yuehua's room), when she opened the door, Qing Huan paused, then turned and said to Hu Ji who was following behind her, "Blow away first!" Well, I want to be alone."

"Yes." The two fox girls left respectfully.

Qing Huan closed the door, walked in slowly, stood still in the middle of the room, and said, "Come out."

At this time, a person flew down from the beam—a long purple figure, a youthful face, and bright eyes—it was Zhong Li.

"You are so bold, you just appeared rashly like this, if someone finds out, you will definitely have a hard time." Qing Huan said to Zhong Li who was standing in front of her.

Zhong Li curled his lips: "The only one who can make me feel scruples is you."

Qing Huan looked at the damage to his clothes, as if cut by a sharp knife, and the dark red blood stains on his chest all the way to his waist, it was shocking.

"You still have to be brave when you're injured." Qing Huan thought that Gu Yuehua was still recuperating on the bed, and Zhong Li must not be much better, seeing that his face is still pale now: "Don't you know how to treat the wound first? "

Zhong Li looked at Qing Huan seriously: "I want to find you first."

Qing Huan rolled her eyes: "Sit down first, I'll help you deal with it briefly."

Zhong Li sat down obediently, watched Qing Huan go to get water and towels, and waited for him to come back——

"Take off your clothes."

Zhong Li laughed when he heard this, very ambiguous, and his subordinates took off their clothes very neatly.

"Why are you laughing? What are you thinking about?" Qing Huan knocked him once, muttering in his mouth, and frowned when he saw his exposed body - Gu Yuehua's wound he saw had been bandaged and lying on the bed He was on the bed, and there were at least a dozen wounds on Zhong Li's body at this time, the shape was hideous, and the dark red texture of his face was turned outwards. Even if there was no bleeding, the large trace of coagulated blood could imagine the tragic situation before...

Qing Huan treated Zhong Li's wound in silence, and wiped off the blood bit by bit. After wiping off, the shape of the wound became clearer, and he felt pain just looking at it——

"Does it hurt?" Qing Huan touched carefully.

Zhong Li shook his head and stared at him: "It doesn't hurt."

"How could it not hurt..." Qing Huan stood up.

Zhong Li grabbed him: "Where are you going?"

"Find the gauze for you."

Zhong Li replied: "It doesn't matter if this kind of injury is not bandaged, it will heal on its own."

"If you don't bandage, if you act more violently, the wound will be torn even bigger. If you want to heal sooner, then shut up." Really, he is not responsible for himself at all—even if he is no longer an ordinary human being, But the injury is real.

Qing Huan rummaged through the room, and managed to find a clean gauze, and was even more fortunate to find some trauma medicine - it should be something that Gu Yuehua had spared earlier -

Qing Huan is sensitive to medicinal materials. He has prepared this kind of wound medicine himself. When taking medicine, the wounded will actually feel very irritating pain. This kind of pain may even make the wounded think of giving up the medicine. Of course, the effect It is much better than ordinary trauma medicine.

When applying the medicine to Zhong Li, Zhong Li didn't make any sound, except that his chest heaved a little when the medicine was applied at the beginning——

Qing Huan raised his head, just in time to meet Zhong Li's focused eyes, his own face was clearly printed in those pupils, he coughed lightly - "It's okay to make a noise if it hurts."

Zhong Li twitched the corner of his mouth: "This kind of pain is really nothing. You don't know that I have suffered hundreds of times more pain than this."

That's right, why did I forget, the pain of the ice blade that day, in comparison, this level is really a small case.

Qing Huan lowered his head and continued to apply medicine to him. After applying the medicine, he wrapped it with gauze. The gauze had to be wrapped several times. Zhong Li opened his arms cooperatively and asked Qing Huan to wrap the gauze on him. People are generally hugging intimately.

Zhong Li obviously enjoyed this kind of intimacy, he deliberately lowered his head to sniff Qing Huan's body, felt the hair on his head rubbing against his chin, and felt a special sense of satisfaction in his heart - but the sharp sense of smell of the medicine made him smell Qing Huan's unexpected scent... Zhong Li's eyes seemed to have been filled with ice for thousands of years.

Finally tied a simple knot and cut it with scissors, Qing Huan breathed a sigh of relief: "It's done."

Unable to hear Zhong Li's response, when Qing Huan was about to get up, he found Zhong Li's hand holding his waist, and now he was almost lying on Zhong Li's gauze-wrapped chest - not to mention that Zhong Li was With legs spread apart, he is in it, this posture is really...

"Li'er, enough is enough."

Zhong Li stared at Qing Huan's face, "Did you really have sex with that fox?"

Qing Huan was taken aback by Zhong Li's sudden question, and then crimson color slowly stained his face: "This matter...is not what you think, the situation at that time was a bit complicated..."

"That's...really?" Zhong Li's expression turned cold.

Qing Huan, who rarely saw Zhong Li like this, had a strange feeling in her heart: "Yes, but..."

"Do you love him?" Zhong Li asked again.

"I..." Qing Huan paused: "It's not a matter of love or not..."

"If you don't love him, it means you were forced, I will kill him for you... If you love him..." Zhong Li's eyes glowed purple: "I will kill him too."

Qing Huan was startled when he heard this: "Li'er, calm down..." He does have killing intent, and it's a very strong killing intent... Qing Huan prefers that childish Zhong Li who treats her like a baby, rather than the one in front of him. this……

"Why not me?" Zhong Li stared at Qing Huan, the pain in his eyes made Qing Huan's heart feel like being twisted into a ball.

"Li'er..." In Xue Rang's life, his previous life, Wen Li, asked this question more than once. Even when he was dying, he was still thinking about it, wanting to get his own answer...

Zhong Li suddenly lowered his head and took Qing Huan's lips, which could almost be called rough nibbling and raging—his pain was fully revealed in this fierce kiss—Qing Huan wanted to refuse at first, but felt When Zhong Li passed on the pain, his refusal stopped - facing Zhong Li, many times he didn't know how to refuse, was it because of his previous life?Or is it because he was raised by himself and the one who accompanied him in his loneliest days is still there?Or... If there is anyone Qing Huan doesn't want to hurt the most, it must be Zhong Li.

"I love you... Huan..." After a brief pause, Zhong Li murmured.

"Li..." Qing Huan wanted to say something, but the storm-like kiss struck again—he closed his eyes, and gently stroked the hand behind Zhong Li's back, trying to appease Zhong Li's fierce and violent Emotions, wanting to ease his pain, even now his lips are bitten...

Suddenly, he felt a burst of wetness slipping across his face, and he opened his eyes—it was Li Er's tears.

Qing Huan's heart tightened again—why, he obviously didn't want to hurt Li'er...but his pain was all caused by himself, whether it was in the past or now, or in the future...

"Bang!" The door was roughly kicked open at this moment.

Qing Huan woke up and wanted to push Zhong Li away, but Zhong Li still tightly hugged Qing Huan's waist, and even kissed more deeply, as if he wanted the two of them to be completely bonded together.

"Let him go." It was obviously a calm voice, but the coldness inside seemed to come from hell - it was Gu Yuehua.