You Can’t Be Fierce Towards Me!

Weng’s horrified eyes widened back, and the fingers subconsciously grabbed the clothes. “I don’t!”

Chu Xiangtian looked at his pitiful appearance and became more and more interesting. He deliberately approached two steps to scare him. "Are you taking it off or am I yelling at you?"

He was tall and tall, standing close to Wen Yan and looking up at him. Coupled with the fierce sword eyebrows, the thin lips picked up, it seems that the next second will be angry, Weng has been forced to calm before, but now Chu Xiangtian calmly approached, and his resolutely maintained calm suddenly collapsed.

Shaking his head, Weng retreated to the wall, the blue-purple back accidentally touched the wall, hurting him with a spirit, and when he came back, he had to face the fierce and evil Chu Xiangtian, and the anxious eyes were red, like being forced only. It was pitiful and helpless to reach the desperate rabbit.

Chu Xiangtian was just trying to tease him. The result was that he was really scared. He coughed and slammed back a few steps. "Don't cry, I just made a joke with you."

Wen Yan tightened his clothes and curled up in the corner. He still felt pain on his back. He only felt that the fear in his heart could not stop. He squatted and buried his face in his arm, and he cried out.

Chu Xiangtian: "..."

I didn’t expect to actually make people cry. I heard the tiny whimper in my ear, and he was inexplicably flustered. He picked up the medicinal wine on the table. "Hey, don’t cry, I am really teasing you. Just want to wipe you a medicinal wine."

Wen Yan continued to cry regardless of the care, as if to cry out after the kidnapping fear, the small whimper continued, as if the cloudy heavy rain, heavy in the heart of Chu Xiangtian.

Chu Xiangtian persuaded a few words to use it. In the end, he could only sit on the side with his face and look forward to him when he stopped, thinking that this young master would not know how to cry.

After a while, the whimper gradually became smaller. Chu Xiangtian blinked at him, smelling curled up in the corner, and the hair was scattered because he was ready to rest. At this time, the crow’s scattered behind, lined with a red dress, like A fragile and enchanting flower.

Chu Xiangtian shook the god, and he sighed that this young master is really a beautiful embryo, while trying to tell the truth, "Don't cry, cry again and be swollen."

"Would you like me to give you medicine, wait for me to let Xiao Qiao come in to help you."

Wen Yan sucked his nose and buried his head and ignored him.

Chu Xiangtian screamed, thinking that this is really a small ancestor. He lived for almost twenty-seven years and did not blame anyone, but people made him cry, and the mess can only clean up.

Frowning thought for a long while, Chu Xiangtian made the biggest concession, "You don't cry, I can promise you a request."

The sound of sucking the nose paused for a short time, and Weng looked up and his face was still covered with tears. He said: "I want to go home."

Chu Xiangtian: "..."

He dug himself into a pit. He coughed and looked at him. He was afraid that he would cry when he heard his words. He quickly said, "I can't do it now, but I promise to send you back for up to ten days."

Wen Yanhong eyes, thinking about what he said is true or false.

Chu Xiangtian saw his pitiful appearance, could not help but feel a little soft, explained to him: "Leave you on the mountain just want to take the opportunity to do something, things are done, I promise to send you a complete delivery go back."

Wen Yan looked at him suspiciously, and whispered after a moment, "Ten days?"

Chu Xiangtian nodded and said: "Up to ten days."

His expression is very certain, it is not like fooling around, and Wen is now in the bandit, and Chu Xiangtian really does not need to swindle him, and lick his fingers, and he nodded slightly. Raise your hand and wipe the tears from your face.

Seeing that he didn't cry at all, Chu Xiangtian fluttered back and forth, and remembered the purpose of his own coming. He pushed the medicinal liquor to the end of Weng. "I let Xiao Qiao come over and give you medicine. This medicinal wine." It’s only effective if you have to use it hard."

Take the medicinal bottle and smell it. "You don't have to bother with Joe, I can wipe it myself."

"How do you rub yourself on the back?" Chu Xiangtian frowned at disapproval. "Either Xiao Qiao or me, you choose one."

Wen Yan bit his lower lip, and the long eyebrows were screwed up. After thinking for a moment, I was too embarrassed to let Xiao Qiao wipe the medicine for himself. He lowered his head and handed the medicinal liquor to Chu Xiangtian. "That troubles become a master."

Chu Xiangtian laughed and took the medicinal wine and pointed to the bed. "You took off your shirt and went to bed."

The result is still the same as the beginning.

Wen Yan grinded his hand on the placket, Chu Xiangtian did not remind him, and even his eyes did not look at him, Wen Yan gently breathed a breath, pulled the shirt down, on the soft bedding Looking for a comfortable posture, then I said to Chu Xiangtian behind me.

The fingers in the sleeves moved, and Chu’s eyes fell on Wen’s body, and he saw the back of the white stork, covered with large pieces of bruising.

His eyes were slightly condensed, and the sorrowful mind suddenly dissipated. It was really scary to smell this injury.

"How is it so powerful?" Frowning and squeezing on the prominent shoulder blade, the screaming face screaming, and the tiny goose bumps on the skin, he said with a vague face: "From childhood In this way, the same degree of bumps, I am always more serious than others." The pain is more painful than others.

The young master of the heart is delicate, Chu Xiangtian pours the medicinal wine on his hands, and then gently presses on the purple part of the scent, reminding: "You have to press the sputum, it hurts, you endure Point."

Weng nodded, and the fingers subconsciously grasped the quilt.

Chu Xiangtian was afraid of hurting him. He only used three points of strength when he started. The result was like this. When he pressed, Weng still couldn’t help but scream.

Was shocked by the pain, Chu Xiangtian immediately stopped, did not explain: "Is it painful? I have not worked hard."

"Pain..." Tears rolled off uncontrollably. I heard how many times I cried, and he sucked his nose and whispered, "You are lighter."

Chu Xiangtian looked at his whitish lower lip because of pain, and he thought that he could only use the force of the ones that he could not use.

The silt on the back of Wen’s back is too serious. I don’t open it. Waiting for it, I don’t know how long it will take, and it’s better to have a short pain than a long time. Chu Xiangtian tried to control the strength, not to see the reaction of the sputum, and the medicinal wine slowly gave him the bruises.

"Boss really overlord **** the bow..." The sneaky sly sly looked in the window, the candlelight illuminates the figure inside through the window paper, and it is faint to see the tall man half squatting on the bed, the palm still Moving up and down, there was a low cry from time to time in the room.

Thinking of the good-looking young master, Chang Xi was a bit intolerable, and said to Zhou Chuanqing next to him, "This is not so good..."

They were all screamed by the beginning of the news. Zhou Chuanqing only saw two eyes and knew that there was no news. He yawned. "Which is bad, there is nothing to go back to bed early." ”

Others followed suit. Only Changxi tried to look inside with a buttock. After all, he was brought up by the mountain. If the boss gave the person a bad play, he still had some disappointment in his heart.

Chu Xiangtian wiped the medicinal liquor to Wenzhao, and on one side, he found the shadow of the sneaky window, and smacked the clothes. He walked outside the door quietly and saw Changxi’s squatting with a bear. The window slammed hard.

"What are you looking at?"

"I didn't see anything..." Chang Xi waved his hand and suddenly realized what he was halfway through. He turned his head in horror. "Lao boss!"

When Chu Xiangtian looked at him, he remembered the wound on his back. He suddenly looked at him even more dissatisfied. He sneered at him with a sigh of relief. "What do you do when you don't sleep at night?!"

Chang Xi's skin was thick and thick, and he stepped back a little. He pointed his finger inside and said with boldness: "Is he okay?"

Chu Xiangtian frowned. "What can he do? Go back and go to sleep if nothing happens."

Chang Xi glanced in again, there was no shadow on the window, and there was no sound. He wanted to ask again, but he was a little embarrassed to see the face of Chu Xiangtian’s impatient face. He walked back to his home one step at a time. .

Chu Xiangtian blinked his eyes and loosened his clenched fist. If Changxi would temper it again, it would be worthless.

When I went back to the house, I heard that I was already up. The clothes were neatly dressed, but the hair was scattered and the sweat was on my neck.

This way I can't sleep, I don't want to trouble Chu Xiangtian, but it's really uncomfortable to be slimy. I can only ask if there is a place to bathe in the sky.

"Just sweating, bathing is easy to catch cold." Chu Xiangtian did not agree with his request, but turned and went out to give him a pot of hot water, "You will wipe it."

Wiping it off, I heard it, and I found a root cloth on the table to tie the hair freely, revealing a delicate and slender neck. His skeleton is slender and his skin is white. At this time, a few scattered black silks are glued to the neck by sweat, lining the traces of bruises on the shoulders, like a delicate and fragile jade carving, which is unintentional but hooked.

Chu Xiangtian could not open his eyes.

Wen Yan dipped the cloth towel into the water, prepared to undress and wipe the body, but found that the person next to him did not mean to go, he looked up at Chu Xiangtian, euphemistically ordered, "I want to take a shower."

Chu Xiangtian’s eyes moved, and he sighed for a while and turned away.

When he left, the air in the room seemed to be alive, and the feeling of oppression that was always there was scattered. He took a breath and relaxed, taking off his clothes and carefully rubbing his body.

When I finished it, I squatted and tired, and I almost fell asleep with a pillow.

There was an injury on his back. He slept sideways and the long-life lock of his neck slipped out of the neckline. The dim silver lock lightened in the darkness and covered him.

The smell of sleep is very heavy, the brows are slightly wrinkled, giving a gentle breath.

A good night's sleep, the next day, Weng was awakened by the voice of Sosuo.

The warm sun was lazily spread down, and the small whispers of the window were screaming, and the snoring snorted, and it was really annoying and annoying, and then sat up and screamed, "Who is talking?" ?"

The whisper of theft suddenly stopped.

Weng’s sleepiness also woke up a little. He slept his head and couldn’t understand whether he was dreaming or awake.

"He heard us talking?" The burglary sounded again.

Another slightly steady voice said: "Don't be afraid, he can't hear."

Wen Wei: "..."

He looked around in a vigilant situation. There were not many large furniture in the house, and there was no place for Tibetans. He dressed and slammed into the bottom of the bed, and the bed was empty.

The voice is still going on. "This weather is really warm, and I will bloom in half a month."

Wen Wei: "???" flowering?

He looked around the source of the sound, and finally his eyes fell on the two pots of plants on the side of the window. Two peony were planted in the pot, and one of the main branches had a small flower bud on top.

When I heard the doubts, I saw that I could see the peony with the flower buds swaying, and the familiar voice began to talk again. "This person is so close to my flower buds? !"

Wen Wei: "..."

He was shocked to look around, but the bare corner could never be a Tibetan. He was worried that someone had a mischief. He pushed the window out and looked out, but the window was empty.

Another peony flower shook the leaves and agreed, "But this person looks really good."

Two voices chattering, Weng listened to them from the warmth of the sun today to this year to prepare a few flowers, only that the whole person is dizzy like a dream.

How did you get to sleep, and all of them changed something wrong?

After hearing the embarrassed heart, the mechanical stepped back to the bed, deceiving himself and lying back in the bed and closing his eyes.

However, the two thin sounds did not disappear as he wished. Instead, the more excited the more, the whole plant was shaking slightly. If it was changed to normal, it would have been thought to be windy, but now it’s listening. They chat, and they don’t want to deceive themselves.

When people are unlucky, they really drink cold water and stuff their teeth. They don’t know if they have run into a strange or evil spirit, but the sigh of relief in his heart makes him ignore these uncontrollable factors. He screams and angers. Two pots of peony were moved outside, and then the door and window were closed with force, and the sound of the speech was isolated.

The peony, who was moved outside to the sun, was quite happy. "The sun is warm, how can he know that we want to bask in the sun..."

Wen Wei: "..."

He was lying in bed with a headache, he couldn't sleep at all, and he could only sit up after a moment of inversion and screaming at the quilt.

After venting, Wen Yan held his ears and listened to the movement outside. After a wall, the sound was almost inaudible. He listened for a while, and ran out and ran out to move the flowers into the house.

He kneels in front of the peony and asks directly: "Are you a goblin?"

The peony with flowers swayed the leaves and asked the companions around him. "He is talking to us?"

Another peony answered it with a very steady look. "It seems to be."

The peony with the flower buds gave a deafening scream, and the leaves swayed. "What should I do?! He actually listened to us and said, is he a monster?!"

Wen Wei: "........."