If he's not mistaken, it's almost noon by now, but why is his body still the same as when he woke up in the morning?

However, Yang Fengqing thought of a good way to comfort himself, and if he didn't see it, he treated it as if it didn't happen.

On weekdays, he only needs a few steps to cover the distance, but today he walked a little longer.

The wooden bucket was only up to his waist, and without waiting for Qiu Zitong to say anything, he even reached out to test the temperature of the water, and walked directly into the bucket.

"The water temperature is just right. ”

Yang Fengqing could finally put his eyes down, but he was shocked again when he saw it: "Zitong, what are you doing?"

Qiu Zitong, who was outside the bucket, only exposed her shoulders upward, and her clothes were being thrown out with her two hands.

Qiu Zitong turned his head and took the hairband away: "Master, are you stupid? With such a high bucket, do you think I can press on your wound from the outside?"

Yang Fengqing was silent, although he could still say things such as "I'll massage the wound after I've washed it later", "I feel that my body has recovered well, I don't need to massage the wound anymore" and so on.

But Qiu Zitong has already taken off her clothes, and her plan has been "revealed".

Qiu Zitong waited for Yang Fengqing for a long time and did not refuse again, and a gaze called "Huh?" flickered. Qiao smiled and walked to the bucket, and the two snow-white lotus arms were spread.

When she got close to the bucket, from Yang Fengqing's line of sight, she could see her collarbone going down.

His eyes unconsciously looked down, and then quickly looked away.

"Master, take me in. ”

From last night to now, Yang Fengqing has always been the one who has been suppressed, and the so-called clay man still has three points of earthiness. has been kneading and persecuting for so long, Yang Fengqing turned his head, and his eyes flashed a strange blood red.

Qiu Zitong didn't miss this weird look, she only felt her heart beat violently once, and before she could figure out what was going on with that look that became more and more terrifying the more she thought about it, Yang Fengqing had already stood up from the bucket.

Whoop -

From the middle of Yang Fengqing's waist downwards, Qiu Zitong couldn't see anything.

It was Yang Fengqing - he didn't look at it anymore, and looked directly at Qiu Zitong.

In Yang Fengqing's aggressive blood-red eyes, Qiu Zitong's hands retracted uncontrollably and covered his chest and another place.

"Master—don't look at me like that, it's terrible. ”

As she spoke, her face turned pale.

Yang Fengqing shook his head vigorously, and the blood red in his eyes dissipated a lot.

"Well, my head is a little groggy. ”

Yang Fengqing's brows furrowed, and a confused look appeared on his face. Seeing that Yang Fengqing's expression returned to normal, Qiu Zitong exhaled a long breath.

"Master, hurry up and carry me in. ”

"Hmm. ”

Although he was still injured, picking up Qiu Zitong was really one of the easiest things.

Their eyes looked upward, and when they touched Qiu Zitong's armpits, both of them trembled slightly.

The bucket is wide and can hold at least five Yang Fengqing. Put Qiu Zitong on the opposite side, and then sit down.

"Master, you are really too stupid, how can I massage your wound so far away? ”

Yang Fengqing: "......"

Obediently turn around and lean over.

He didn't have long eyes in the back of his head, so he naturally didn't stop until he touched Qiu Zitong's hand.

I did, but it felt a little weird. When two small hands clasped him tightly from left to right, he knew what was going on.

As he thought of one more thing that he had forgotten for a while because of depression, he didn't have any injuries on his back at all!

Just as he was about to move, Qiu Zitong pressed a finger on a wound and used some strength, and there was only a trace of pain in an instant.

"Shhhh

"I'll just say master, don't move, you will be unlucky if you don't listen to me, right?"

Yang Fengqing: "......"

Heaven and earth can be seen, he just wants to turn around, and he definitely hasn't turned around yet!

"Uh-huh. ”

Yang Fengqing's two voices were a little low, but he responded with a suppressed voice.

Qiu Zitong didn't lie to Yang Fengqing, the wound she had pressed with her fingers felt a little cool in the hot water.

It's like his wounds have become exhaust vents, and they are constantly draining.

Slowly, Yang Fengqing closed her eyes again, leaned back, and finally leaned on Qiu Zitong completely, and her head was right on the best place on the woman's body.

"I remember when your father treated me, there weren't so many tricks, why-"

I can't go on, even if Qiu Hongshen has so many tricks, even if he dies, he won't experience it with Qiu Zitong, no, any treatment method will not be experienced with him!

Imagine Qiu Hongshen sitting on his lap with his ass, holding "Yang Fengqing" with his right hand, and like now-

"Gross-"

Qiu Zitong hurriedly withdrew his hand, stretched out his head from the right side of Yang Fengqing's head, and his eyes were full of worry and anxiety: "Master, what's wrong with you? Is the effect of the medicine too violent?"

Yang Fengqing raised his hand and tried to smooth the esophagus in his chest so as not to vomit it in the bucket: "No, no, no, I just thought of something bad, and some wanted to vomit." ”

The worry and anxiety in Qiu Zitong's eyes suddenly became stunned, what could make Yang Fengqing, who killed people without blinking, so disgusted that he wanted to vomit?

Her curiosity was completely aroused, her little hand pressed on the other wounds, and her mouth continued: "What is the matter? ”

"Whew—don't mention it. ”

Yang Qingfeng's face turned pale again after finally recovering, but Qiu Zitong, who knew the reason, no longer cared about Yang Fengqing's face.

"Master, just say it, you just have to say it, you can do whatever you want Zitong to do. ”

After Qiu Zitong said this, the strength of his little hand was much lighter, Yang Fengqing didn't retch anymore, and the room fell into silence.

"Woo-"

Yang Fengqing: "......"

Hunched her waist to allow a gap between Qiu Zitong and the wall of the barrel, and her right hand held her left hand, pulling her from the left to the front.

"What's wrong? Miss your mother?"

"Wow-woo-"

Qiu Zitong's cry suddenly increased several times, and Yang Fengqing's face suddenly became tangled.

If anyone else hears this, his reputation will be ruined!

In fact, he didn't know that it had been ruined since others saw him and Qiu Zitong riding a war horse, at least in the eyes of some men.

It doesn't matter what it is, just cover Qiu Zitong's mouth directly.

Qiu Zitong continued to cry, but the voice was much quieter.

"Uh-huh—"

"Don't cry. ”

"Uh-huh—"

This time, Qiu Zitong not only cried, but also moved his body vigorously, to break free from his restraints, Yang Fengqing's way to deal with it was to hold him tightly.

"Don't cry, or I'll go out right now and let you cry here by yourself!"

"Hmm!"

Qiu Zitong's crying stopped instantly, but there were more and more grievances in her eyes, and there were more and more tears, which kept overflowing her eyes, and two streams rushed out of her little face.

"I let go, you must not cry again, if you cry again, I will leave immediately!

After a breath, Qiu Zitong blinked his eyes a few times.

"What do you mean by winking?" I nodded when I understood. ”

Qiu Zitong's blinking eyes accelerated a lot this time, and his expression changed from aggrieved to angry.

"Why are you still blinking? I said, you can't cry, if you cry, I won't care about you, I'll go directly to Tianxiong Island and leave you here alone. ”

The anger and grievances in Qiu Zitong's eyes turned into fear and pleading, and the tears flowed more than every time before.

Yang Fengqing's heart couldn't help but throb, and after thinking about it for a while, he realized how cruel the words he said bluntly were to Qiu Zitong in this matter.

Taking his hand away, Qiu Zitong's body stiffened because he was too scared.

"It's the master who said the wrong thing, the master won't leave you here alone. Wherever the master is, he will take you there. ”

"Master—"

Qiu Zitong shouted aggrievedly and hugged Yang Fengqing's neck with both hands.

Yang Fengqing knew that he was at a loss, let go of Qiu Zitong and patted her on the back gently: "Well, don't cry, the master feels much better now, let's stop here in the medicinal bath." ”

Qiu Zitong raised his head in response and shook his head stubbornly: "No, there are still many wounds that have not absorbed enough potions, and the healing speed will be much slower." Especially those wounds are concentrated in the lower plate, if you can't heal, master, your speed will be much slower, and I will definitely not let you do anything. ”

Yang Fengqing smacked his lips and scratched his head again: "Okay." ”

Qiu Zitong finally showed a smile again, and Yang Fengqing couldn't help but raise her hand and pinch her pink face: "It's good to smile more, otherwise no one will dare to marry you when you grow up." ”

Qiu Zitong didn't speak, Danfeng's eyes flashed with a cunning, tilted his head, and broke free from Yang Fengqing's clutches. I scooped up some water and washed my face and tears away.

"Master, don't move, I'll press on the other wounds for you here. ”

"Hmm. ”

After a while, those cool sensations appeared in the other wounds.

Yang Fengqing leaned back slowly, and when he leaned on the three very awkward horizontal bars, he was a little more sorry for Qiu Zitong, because he had leaned all the weight of his body on her before.

Not only is the mattress a defective product, but the mortise and tenon of the barrel used for bathing is placed on the inside, so the carpenter who made the bucket is not a fool, right?

Raised his weak arm and hugged Qiu Zitong.

Yang Fengqing's sudden movement made Qiu Zitong stunned, and he called out in a low voice: "Master?"

Yang Fengqing nodded, and his palm stroked Qiu Zitong's back. Sure enough, she had two lines of skin on her back as wide as mortise and tenon, and the temperature was cooler than in other places.

This is because her flesh and blood were pressed into the mortise and tenon joints before, which slowed down the blood circulation in these places.

The palm of the hand continued to caress those places gently, trying to restore those places with the temperature of his palm.

Qiu Zitong's small mouth opened slightly, and his whole body leaned on Yang Fengqing. Her body suddenly shook slightly, and Yang Fengqing didn't think too much about it, because there was another place?

There are indeed three mortise and tenon joints on his back, and he is now being struck on his back.

The palm of the hand left two scars, and swept over them, but did not find them. Then he swept down and found it.

"Master—"

Qiu Zitong's low murmur as if he had woken up from a dream made Yang Fengqing tremble for a while, and hurriedly put his hand on the scar in the middle.

"Ugh—why didn't you say it before?"

"Because I don't feel pain. ”

"How can it not hurt, the master now feels very uncomfortable on his back. ”

"Then I'll stand behind the master again, and the master will lean on me again. ”

As he spoke, Qiu Zitong opened his eyes that seemed to be sleepy but full of tenderness, and wanted to break free from Yang Fengqing's embrace.

Yang Fengqing used a little strength, and Qiu Zitong couldn't move: "Have you been injured?" With the help of the medicated bath, the master will also massage you for a while, and the master will actually have some techniques to press the acupuncture points to cure the disease. ”

"No, I just want to remove all the pain from the wound for the master. If I could, I'd rather they were all on me. ”

Qiu Zitong's words, sentence after sentence, were like mouthfuls of sweet heart candy, wandering into Yang Fengqing's heart.