Chapter 507: What's wrong with this body?

Although Zheng Xiujing has lived independently since she was a child, her luck is very good, when she was a child, her mother accompanied her throughout the whole process until she was thirteen years old, and later met her 'stepmother' Song Qian when she was fourteen years old, and she was taken care of meticulously.

And the Zheng family's genes are very strong, that is, lazy, sister is lazy, sister is lazy, but compared to her sister under the pressure of her sister, she is a little more diligent, so Zheng Xiujing is basically in a Cheng dù who may starve to death if she lives by herself, let alone take care of others, and is still a patient with a high fever that can already boil eggs on her body.

Wang Luo is nearly two hundred pounds, although he has lost a lot of weight recently and has shed a lot of blood, but it still took Zheng Xiujing a lot of effort to drag him to the house.

Tired back soaked, Zheng Xiujing sat on the floor dressed roughly, kicked Wang Luo, who was lying motionless on the ground, pouted her small mouth and snorted softly, got up and squatted beside him, touched his hot forehead, frowned, took out her mobile phone and opened the search engine.

'What's wrong with a fever?' ’

Looking at the following all the people sent to the hospital, Zheng Xiujing fell into a tangle, at this time, if she sends a man to the hospital, she is a big star and it is easy to make news.

frowned and rummaged around, and finally found a more reliable reply, which is to wipe your body with alcohol to cool down, and then take antipyretic medicine, and fever-reducing injections are also fine.

Zheng Xiujing, who made up her mind, dragged Wang Luo's arm and dragged him to Zheng Xiuyan's room, Zheng Xiuyan's bed was not high, Zheng Xiujing tossed for a while, and then put Wang Luo on the bed, this toss was more than ten minutes, and she was tired and sweaty and completely wet her pajamas.

Zheng Xiujing puffed out her cheeks, took off her pajamas and found a Zheng Xiuyan's nightgown to put on her body, turned out the medicine box and towels, and then climbed onto the bed and put her hands on Wang Luo's belt, and untied his belt for a while, subconsciously showing a hint of a smiling smile, and then blushing, taking off Wang Luo's pants with shyness, and unbuttoning his shirt again.

As soon as she unbuttoned a few buttons, Zheng Xiujing found that Wang Luo seemed to be wrapped in bandages, she was slightly stunned, her hand movements sped up a little, she unbuttoned his shirt, and looked at the bandages tied to his lower abdomen and shoulders with a surprised face.

Judging from the area, it is not an ordinary cut, Zheng Xiujing frowned and fell into contemplation, and finally shook her little head, poured medical alcohol on the towel, and gently wiped Wang Luo's body.

Although Wang Luo's skin has been exposed to the wind and sun of Jeju Island for many years, it is still very smooth, and it is not the kind of dark bronze, but it is not so white, accompanied by his explosive chest muscles and abdominal muscle lines, with a very good-looking beauty, with his weak breathing undulating, let Zheng Xiujing rub and rub, and his little hands are uncontrollable and touch him with his hand.

It seemed that the alcohol had flowed into the wound of the bandage, and Wang Luo, who had fallen into a coma, let out a muffled snort, which brought Zheng Xiujing back to his senses.

Feeling the shape of Wang Luo's abdominal muscles in the palm of her hand, Zheng Xiujing was dyed with a layer of peach, patted her cheeks that were also hot, and muttered, "I must have inhaled too much alcohol, and I was a little drunk."

While muttering, he hurriedly wiped Wang Luo with alcohol, then took a thin blanket to cover him, and walked towards the bathroom with a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat on his face, and after working for a while, his body was sweating again.

After taking a shower in the bathroom, Zheng Xiujing yawned and walked back to Zheng Xiuyan's room, holding her little face, lying beside him and looking at his cheeks, which were a little flushed because of fever, and reached out to poke Wang Luo's cheek with a tangled face.

"It's not a big deal that such a strong person can get sick." Zheng Xiujing pursed her lips and snorted softly, then wrinkled her nose and inhaled, Wang Luo was full of the smell of alcohol, but it was not pungent at all, and there was a smell that made her feel very good, so she couldn't help but take a few more sips.

By the time she came back to her senses, her chin was already on Wang Luo's shoulder, and her cheeks were a little hot from his body temperature.

"No wonder so many women like it, it's also a curse." Zheng Xiujing made a small face, poked Wang Luo's cheek and snorted softly, and then got into the blanket and fell asleep on Wang Luo's shoulder.

Because she found that it was quite comfortable to have Wang Luo on her pillow, and she took care of him for a night, so she had to collect some benefits.

Zheng Xiujing, who fell asleep in a daze, finally woke up in a burst of heat in her body and the viscous feeling of sweat on her body, and her little hand subconsciously touched a strong man's body, and the sweat stains on her hand seemed to be fished out of the water.

Zheng Xiujing instantly felt sleepy, because Wang Luo's current sweating symptoms were a little different from the answer on his phone, so he quickly got up and opened the search engine again, and found that in the end, it seemed that only cold medicine could be used.

patted Wang Luo's face, but Wang Luo didn't react, and seemed to really fall asleep.

"What can I do?" Zheng Xiujing puffed out her little face and bit her fingers, her face was full of anxiety and worry, her eyes looked at the fever-reducing powder in the medicine box, and then looked at Wang Luo's already chapped lips and the sword eyebrows that were instinctively locked because of discomfort, and became more and more entangled.

She has a way, but she always thinks that the price will not be too great.

After struggling for almost five minutes, in the spirit of not being able to watch her brother-in-law die in her sister's bed, Zheng Xiujing blushed and poured a glass of warm water to flush the antipyretic powder and poured a big sip herself.

Because she had never drunk this fever-reducing powder, Zheng Xiujing originally thought that it would be particularly bitter, but she didn't expect the sweet liquid in her mouth to make her swallow it involuntarily, smacking her lips, and Zheng Xiujing smiled.

Hey, it's delicious.

Zheng Xiujing took another small bite, shook her little head happily, and then tied the long hair scattered on her shoulders into a ponytail behind her head, drank a sip of fever-reducing powder, and pinched Wang Luo's lips with a red face.

Wang Luo's lips became very dry and chapped due to lack of water, and there was a tingling sensation of numbness when touching Zheng Xiujing's soft lips, and there was also a trace of resistance, especially the scorching heat brought by the fever sprayed on the corners of Zheng Xiujing's mouth, which made her wrinkle subconsciously, and with a slight ruthlessness, her dexterous little tongue jerkily knocked open Wang Luo's teeth, and sent the fever-reducing medicine in her mouth in.

Suddenly got up and touched her little face as if she was infected, Zheng Xiujing's heart was in turmoil, her breathing was a little short, her chest rose and fell in a small scale, and she looked particularly attractive under the somewhat tight silk nightgown, and it seemed that there were two abrupt dots slowly, which looked exquisite and cute.

Zheng Xiujing's brain was blank, her body was a little weak and supported by Wang Luo's side, she looked at Wang Luo's face in a daze, calmed her breathing and thoughts, and finally came back to her senses, pursed her lips and drank another sip of antipyretics, and fed it according to the method just now.

Most of the cup of antipyretic medicine was fed to Wang Luo's mouth, Zheng Xiujing didn't know why she felt a little dizzy in her head, as if she was drunk, her originally clear eyes gradually became foggy, she licked her red lips and looked at Wang Luo's lips, which also became ruddy, as if she was a little unsatisfied.

I don't know if I think the antipyretic medicine is really delicious, Zheng Xiujing rushed another bag and fed it to Wang Luo, and finally her little tongue finally swept uncontrollably in Wang Luo's mouth, as if she was tasting the last sweetness.

Wang Luo's body temperature was like an infection, which made Zheng Xiujing's white and tender skin dyed with a layer of peach, holding Wang Luo's face, Zheng Xiujing looked a little intoxicated and tasted her first kiss, although the object was a 'vegetative person', two slender and plump long legs sandwiched Wang Luo's arm and rubbed unconsciously, and there were human abdominal muscles looming under the undulating nightgown on the slender waist, which was particularly tempting.

After a long time, the hot feeling in her body sounded with Zheng Xiujing's irrepressible soft moan, and several ambiguous water stains slowly flowed along her white, tender and plump thighs, holding Wang Luo's arm, and fainted on the sheets.

Zheng Xiujing tilted her head, her chest showed a deep rose red, looking delicate, her ruddy lips opened and closed slightly, and after wheezing for a long time, Ruolan let out a coquettish whimper, panicked as if she had fled the scene and ran out of the bedroom and into the bathroom.

Looking at the face in the mirror, there was still a trace of flattering self on her face, Zheng Xiujing felt so strange, her fingers gently rubbed on the cold and smooth mirror, Zheng Xiujing's already clear eyes were full of entanglement and pain.

She found that her hatred for Wang Luo didn't seem to be so strong, but there was still a hint of good feeling that she didn't want to admit was breeding, which made her hate herself a little.

"What's wrong with this body?"

Zheng Xiujing took off her nightgown and threw it in the laundry, looking at herself ****, the pale pink of the ambiguous past has not faded, she looks extremely delicate, her fingers gently slid over her lower abdomen, and the wound she had last time in Huaxia had healed and there was no trace.

After Zheng Xiujing lost her mind for a long time, she let out a light sigh, turned on the shower, and prepared to take a shower to sober up.

Adolescent girls have relatively rapid hormone secretion, especially when they had a too 'intimate' communication with Wang Luo before, and they just inhaled a lot of alcohol, because Zheng Xiujing is an alcohol waste, and she will be dizzy at a little bit, so it is not difficult to understand this kind of thing impulsively, after all, it is quite comfortable.

After taking a shower, Zheng Xiujing was a little sleepy again, probably because she had also drunk some fever-reducing drugs, Zheng Xiujing frowned after going upstairs and wearing Xiao Nene, and always felt that Wang Luo would definitely get his pajamas wet after waiting, and he couldn't ignore him, so it was better not to wear it, anyway, it's not that I haven't seen it, so intimate things have been done.

Zheng Xiujing ran downstairs holding her chest, looked at Wang Luo, who was still motionless in the posture just now, wrinkled her nose, poked his cheeks with her white and tender fingers, and scolded, "Pervert!" ”

After scolding, he laughed out loud, turned off the light, hugged Wang Luo's arm, leaned on his shoulder and closed his eyes, as if the antipyretic medicine really worked, Wang Luo's body was not so hot, but it was still very hot, but it was very comfortable to pick it up, Zheng Xiujing fell asleep again in a daze.

In a trance, half-asleep and half-awake, it seemed that Wang Luo moved and held her in his arms, arched his head on her chest, and made a somewhat strange sound, which sounded a little like a whimper, Zheng Xiujing instinctively hugged Wang Luo's head and gently touched the back of his head, as if comforting a child.

Until the wetness from her chest dispelled Zheng Xiujing's sleepiness, she opened her eyes and looked at Wang Luo who was in tears with her eyes closed in her arms, Zheng Xiujing's heart sank, she never thought about what it was like for a man like Wang Luo to cry.

Even if she saw it with her own eyes, she felt like a dream, Wang Luo's breathing was still slow and weak, indicating that he hadn't woken up yet, but the tears that continued to wet Zheng Xiujing's delicate were like bursting the embankment, and the tears seemed to seep into her heart from the skin, blocking her heartbeat and making her feel a little tight.

Although Wang Luo didn't have any expression now, the frowning sword eyebrows and the tears that kept overflowing from his closed eyes showed that he was suffering greatly in his dreams, because a crybaby like Zheng Xiujing would not cry because of some trivial things, let alone Wang Luo, a man.

It's hard to imagine how much pain this kind of man has endured to cry like this, Zheng Xiujing is only full of distress now.

Subconsciously hugged Wang Luo and stroked his head, Zheng Xiujing learned from Zheng Xiuyan's previous way of comforting her, and comforted Wang Luo softly, "Don't be afraid~ Sister is here, don't be afraid~ Be obedient~"

Zheng Xiujing's voice was already weak, but now it still has a trace of milk, it sounds crispy and numb, which makes people's bones soft, I don't know that Wang Luo, who is still in the nightmare, didn't hear it, not only was it soft, something that had been silent somewhere suddenly woke up, and Zheng Xiujing's body trembled.

The pity and love in his heart disappeared in an instant, and he gritted his teeth and glared angrily at Wang Luo's still tearful face, "Pervert!" Don't forget to make a mistake when you cry, forget it! ”

After speaking, he clamped the guy staring at it with his legs, yawned, closed his eyes and fell asleep slowly, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

What should I do, I seem to feel a little sorry for this man, I hate myself like this.

ps: Thank you jazz, Xiuying's lover, funny the same plane, idlers have nothing to do, dazzling dance and colorful souls, Lei Yankong, and the monthly pass of the illusory hundred battle knives~

Thanks to Da Mao's Ermao's 100, Thirty Paintings 1995's 100, Feverpitch's 10, Dazzling Dancing Soul 30, and 10 Tips Who Don't Love the World~ (To be continued.) )