Wen Liang breathed a deep sigh of relief, glanced at the leather sofa not far away, limped to the edge of the sofa, and lay down a little tired.

I thought that Qi Ye would not come in again, but after a few seconds, he turned back with the ointment in his hand.

Wen Liang raised his eyes a little warily to look at the man who gradually walked to his side and stood still, but he heard his magnetic and deep voice sound above her head: "Rub the medicine on." ”

With that, he threw the ointment on the edge of the warm sofa.

The place where he was pressed by the motorcycle, the wound was indeed painful, and there was no need to torture himself with the warmth. So without a hint of arrogance, she took the ointment, and then limped in the direction of the bathroom.

Qi Ye looked at the closed bathroom door, his eyes darkened.

In addition to the root of his thighs, Wen Liang only felt that there was a hot pain in his back, presumably when the motorcycle fell, it happened to be pressed against the lower back.

The injury on her leg was far less severe than that on her back, so Wen Liang took off her skirt and prepared to give medicine to her back first, but she couldn't reach the location of the wound at all, and she frowned. took a cotton swab, dipped it in medicine, and just tried to apply medicine with his backhand, the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open by Qi Ye from the outside......

Wen Liang's face froze, and before she could react, the man had already snatched the cotton swab from her hand, and then broke her shoulder, making her face the direction of the mirror. Then there was a chill in the back pain.

She knew it was the feeling of the potion falling on the wound.

The reaction was warm, and he suddenly turned around and grabbed the man's hand, his face condensed.

Before she could say a word, the man directly put her shoulders on her shoulders and pushed her body in the direction of facing the mirror again, and the man threw a faint sentence at her: "Don't turn around, I don't want to look at your chest." ”

After Qi Ye spoke, Wen Liang realized that he was only wearing a black corset on his chest......

The next second, she quickly covered her chest. accidentally glanced at himself in the mirror, only to find that his face was shamefully stained with a trace of blush at some point. Although he hated him in his heart, he wished he was dead, but his expression was more honest than anyone else.

Wen Liang's eyes were stained with a hint of anger, and he glared at the man in the mirror: "I don't need your help." ”

Qi Ye didn't respond to her, but concentrated on helping her with the injury on her back.

Wen Liang stood barefoot on the marble floor of the bathroom, black marble, lining her feet white. The man behind him was tall, unshoeed, warm and cool, at most up to his shoulders, and she used to like to hug him from behind, and it felt as if he was the whole world that her eyes could reach.

Wen Liang stiffened her back, silently waiting for him to help her with the ointment.

A man's deep voice came from behind: "Isn't your leg hurt?"

"I'll do it myself. Wen Liang grabbed the bath towel next to him and wrapped it around himself. With a cold face, he reached out to snatch the ointment from the man's hand.

However, the man just lifted it above his head easily, and Wen Liang was helpless.

Knowing that he was not his opponent, even if he jumped up, he might not be able to snatch the ointment back, so Wen Liang simply didn't entangle with the man, and turned around to leave.

But it hooked the man's leg that stretched out at some point, so he accidentally threw himself on the washstand.

"What's the hypocrisy? Legs apart. The man's cold voice crossed the warm eardrums.

A wave of anger suddenly hit his heart, and Wen Liang turned his head angrily, but he didn't expect Qi Ye to bend down suddenly.

So her red lips immediately crossed his thin lips coldly......

This accident came unexpectedly, and the man's slightly stunned expression was reflected in his cool and clear pupils, and he obviously didn't expect such an accident to happen.

Wen Liang blinked his eyes, reacted instantly, and turned his head away from the man's hot breathing.

But he suddenly pinched his chin, and under the man's strong strength, Wen Liang had to turn back, but she was stunned before she could speak, and saw the man suddenly bend over, blocking all her breathing.

He propped up the washstand with both hands, tightened his arms and shackled her in his small and warm embrace, his lips pressed hard against hers, and firmly pried open her lips and teeth, sipping her soft lips and the sweetness in his mouth.

The knobby hand casually came up and grasped her hand, and the thumb gently scratched her palm, causing a shivering ripple at the back of her neck. When her consciousness was scattered, she only felt that her other hand, with a shallow hot temperature, slowly moved up her waist......