Dressed as a villain's squeamish little crying bag

Qiu Yuning looked at He Zhiyuan, with anticipation secretly in his eyes, and a kind of eagerness to move.

He was also obviously ashamed. Under He Zhiyuan's long-term gaze, his cheeks became more and more red, reaching his neck, and even the white arm holding He Zhiyuan's pants was slightly pink.

"You, don't just keep talking, just answer me." Qiu Yuning whispered.

He Zhiyuan slid his Adam's apple a few times, and finally said, "Don't make trouble."

Qiu Yuning said: "I, I am serious, okay?"

He reluctantly got up, knelt on the sofa, slowly moved up the hand holding He Zhiyuan's pants, and caught He Zhiyuan's T-shirt. Through a layer of fabric, Qiu Yuning could touch He Zhiyuan's (muscle, hard to the touch, In fact, it is also elastic and warm to the touch.

Qiu Yuning swallowed, and said seriously: "I think about it, you bought a lot of things in this house, and you even paid for my medical bills, brothers, you have to settle accounts..."

He closed his eyes in shame, and continued, "I don't have much money, so let me pay with my flesh."

As he said, he stretched his neck and sent his lips out, "I'll give you this kind of meat, don't you want it?"

He Zhiyuan: "..."

He Zhiyuan stretched out his hands to pinch his fleshy cheeks on both sides, and his voice became a little hoarse, "Where did you learn it?"

Qiu Yuning stared at him with wide eyes, "What are you doing?"

He Zhiyuan looked down at him, "Let me ask you, where did you learn it?"

Qiu Yuning's cheeks were pinched by him, and even his rosy lips were deformed, "I, I didn't learn, I taught myself!"

He Zhiyuan looked at his somewhat funny face, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Lying again."

"I, I didn't lie." Qiu Yuning said with some dissatisfaction.

He Zhiyuan let go of his face, turned his head and continued to read the instructions for the ointment.

Seeing that he refused to kiss, Qiu Yuning was also discouraged, slandered secretly, and fell back down in a low mood.

After reading the instructions, He Zhiyuan took out the ointment, glanced at Qiu Yuning, and said, "Take off your pants."

After hearing this, Qiu Yuning was taken aback, "You want to wipe it for me?"

He Zhiyuan gave a soft "um", and then saw Qiu Yuning's face turned red again, almost smoking, "Also, let me wipe it myself."

He Zhiyuan laughed when he heard this, his voice was hoarse, "You were so bold just now, are you ashamed now?"

Qiu Yuning said angrily, "I'm serious, but you still make fun of me."

"Seriously? Seriously?"

Qiu Yuning pursed her lips, and said in a low voice, "You don't want money, so that's all I can do."

He Zhiyuan squatted down, stared at Qiu Yuning, and asked in a low voice, "Want me to kiss you?"

Qiu Yuning didn't speak, his face was half buried in the soft sofa, only the tips of his red ears were exposed.

He Zhiyuan laughed lowly, and said, "What kind of compensation is that? If you want compensation, I want everything."

Qiu Yuning turned his face to the side and looked at him, "What all?"

He Zhiyuan stretched out his hand and patted his T-shirt lightly, with a certain hint.

Qiu Yuning blushed, swallowed, and said, "I'll wipe it myself, I don't need you to wipe it for me."

It would still embarrass Qiu Yuning to show it to He Zhiyuan, but he didn't want to.

But as soon as he finished speaking, He Zhiyuan tore off his loose slacks.

Qiu Yuning couldn't help holding her breath, and stretched her hand back embarrassingly, covering her tummy, "Forget it, I'll do it myself."

He Zhiyuan didn't speak, his Adam's apple slipped a few times, with a bit of restraint in his eyes, he reached out and put the ointment on Qiu Yuning's hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "Wipe it yourself."

Qiu Yuning squeezed the ointment, watched He Zhiyuan get up and walk to the bedroom, and closed the door with a "bang".

Qiu Yuning withdrew his gaze, unable to hide the disappointment in his eyes, and left.

He absently opened the cap of the ointment, squeezed a little on his fingers, fumbled to wipe it off at the tailbone, "hiss", Qiu Yuning burst into tears again in pain.

He couldn't bear the pain, but luckily he didn't cry in front of Yang Siyue and the others at that time. Although he played well with Yang Siyue, he was still a boy, so he would cry when bumped into him, which might make them feel strange.

Qiu Yuning buried her face in the sofa, hastily applied the ointment, and then gently pulled her pants back.

After applying the medicine, Qiu Yuning slowly moved to He Zhiyuan's door step by step. He was about to knock on the door when he heard some soft voices. He Zhiyuan's low (, angry voice.

Qiu Yuning was at a loss, but quickly realized what He Zhiyuan was doing inside.

Qiu Yuning's cheeks turned red all of a sudden, and her breathing became hot.

The voice from behind the door clearly told Qiu Yuning what He Zhiyuan was doing inside.

Qiu Yuning wanted to leave, but his feet seemed to be rooted and he couldn't move. He swallowed, his heart was trembling, and he almost held his breath to listen to He Zhiyuan's voice behind the door.

His voice has always been low and rhythmic, and occasionally a slightly high-pitched voice, with a strong nasal voice, is hoarse and very magnetic...

Qiu Yuning didn't know why, but felt that his mouth was very dry, and he didn't even dare to breathe too hard, for fear that his breathing would be too hard and He Zhiyuan's voice would be interrupted.

Until the end, He Zhiyuan uttered an extremely comfortable voice, with a long ending, as if he had reached the highwater.

Qiu Yuning was startled, looked down in a daze, and saw something strange about herself.

His face was already very red, but now it was even more red as if it was about to bleed. Even though the tailbone was still hurting, he couldn't care less, turned around and ran towards the bathroom.

During this process, because his legs were too soft, he accidentally bumped into the edge of the coffee table, causing his eyes to water again due to the pain.

When he arrived in the bathroom, he hissed, and looked down at the outside of his knee. Sure enough, there was a bloody gash cut by the sharp edge of the coffee table. He wiped off the blood dripping from the wound with his fingers, and it hurt so much. He gasped softly, and when he recovered, he didn't care about the wound anymore, but lowered his head, hesitating, and carefully took off his clothes.

He actually soiled his clothes in such a muddled way.

Qiu Yuning was so ashamed that she didn't dare to open her eyes.

Although he always felt that he might not have developed well, in fact, he should have almost developed, otherwise there would be no such changes.

He threw the trousers into the sink, skillfully poured the scented laundry detergent, and began to scrub vigorously.

After rubbing for a while, the bathroom door was suddenly opened.

Qiu Yuning was startled, he raised his volume and said loudly, "Don't come in."

Qiu Yuning didn't look back, but he could hear the sound of the door being gently closed, he breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to scrub the clothes, when suddenly a voice came from behind, "The clothes are dirty?"

Qiu Yuning was so frightened that his spine trembled. He turned his head and saw that He Zhiyuan was behind him, with a faint smile on his lips.

He Zhiyuan looked down at Qiu Yuning's face, and looked down again. Although he is not wearing pants now, he is wearing a loose sweater, which is slightly long, blocking the important parts, and only revealing two white straight legs.

"I told you not to come in, but you still come in." Qiu Yuning said complainingly, he subconsciously moved back, realized that he didn't talk to He Zhiyuan with bare ass, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

After a pause, he tried his best to pretend to be calm and natural and said, "When I was applying the ointment, I accidentally stained my clothes, so come here and wash them."

He Zhiyuan said, "Really?"

He picked up the ending slightly, with a suspicious tone, Qiu Yuning's hands were soaked in the water, and he had subconsciously pulled up his clothes, his throat moved, and he stammered, "Yes, yes, what's wrong? "

He Zhiyuan looked at his red ears and dark eyes, and said softly, "It's nothing."

Qiu Yuning coughed lightly, dispelled the uneasiness in her voice, and said, "Go out, I'll come out after washing."

He Zhiyuan didn't listen to him, instead he approached him, lowered his voice and said, "Did you hear anything?"

Qiu Yuning froze, her face turned even redder, and she stammered, "What is that voice, what are you talking about?"

He Zhiyuan backed away and said with a low smile, "You have grown up."

Qiu Yuning's ears were red, and she stopped doing the laundry, "You, you still told me not to (dial you, you like this yourself."

His voice became lower and lower, "Did you do it on purpose?"

In fact, there is no need to ask, He Zhiyuan must have done it on purpose. The sound insulation effect of this room is actually not good. Houses in small county towns don’t seem to pursue sound insulation effect very much. He Zhiyuan’s voice can be heard in the living room, but the bathroom has better sound insulation. Can't hear much.

Qiu Yuning became more and more sure that He Zhiyuan did it on purpose.

But he didn't quite understand what He Zhiyuan meant.

Although Qiu Yuning maintains a curiosity in that aspect, driven by curiosity, he may make some actions that do not conform to the usual image, but he has no courage after all, and his nature is to shrink back when he suffers, so he took the initiative a few times, They were all rejected by He Zhiyuan, which made him lack courage now.

Facing Qiu Yuning's question, He Zhiyuan didn't answer, and after a while, he said, "Well, on purpose."

Qiu Yuning: "..."