"The fire is too dangerous, Miss Yangyang, don't do this", Nanfeng leaned back and dodged, he pushed away the candlestick in her hand, for fear that he would be burned.

"But I can't see clearly", there are no big light bulbs here, and the living room at home is so big that this candlestick can't be seen clearly.

"You can come closer. ”

"Okay!" Cheng Yangyang had no choice but to put the candlestick on the table closest to them, "You sit on the side." ”

She stood beside the couch and asked him to sit outside, and she bent over Nanfeng and stared at his neck for the spot where the bee had stung him.

"Oops! I'm sorry, it's wrong, it's a mole on your neck", Cheng Yangyang pierced the wrong position for the first time, no wonder she couldn't pick out that thorn for a long time.

"Miss Yangyang, you did it on purpose!" Nanfeng was pricked so many times by a needle, and now he actually told him that he was wrong!

"I really didn't mean it, I can't see clearly!" Cheng Yangyang was really wronged, "Who made your neck so long, how do I know where that thorn is." ”

"Just touch the swollen spot on your neck," Nanfeng told her the location, the place where he had been pierced was slightly swollen, and the skin around him was hard.

"Then I'll look for it again", Cheng Yangyang came closer again, squinting her eyes and trying to find it, the place where she was pierced was swollen but not red, she really couldn't tell where it was swollen.

She hooked his chin with her hand and told him to raise his head higher, and she almost buried her face in his neck, but the candlelight, which was blown by the wind, dazzled her eyes.

Seeing that she was still looking for the location of the piercing, he directly took her hand and put it on his neck and told her the location of the piercing, "Here." ”

The moment her hand touched his neck, Cheng Yangyang's breathing was completely disrupted, and in such a dim candlelight, she leaned in front of him, and when she saw his side face up close, she was already very nervous.

Now she has to touch his neck again, she almost can't control herself, good-looking people will always make people look at it.

"What are you nervous about?" Nanfeng teased her, and he could clearly feel her chaotic breath on his face, warm and flustered.

"After all, you hurt your neck, I'm afraid that a needle will pierce you, how can you do it if you don't get nervous", Cheng Yangyang simply admired his wit, this reason is very good!

She forced herself to withdraw her gaze from the bridge of his nose, the corners of his mouth, and the jawline, focusing on the wound on his neck.

Fingertips pressed lightly, looking for the small hole in the middle of the lump, and when the fingertips felt the thorn on his neck, she said softly: "Found it, you bear with it!"

In order not to prick herself in the wrong position again, Cheng Yangyang was so close that she could almost feel the temperature of his chin on her forehead, tickling.

Nanfeng turned his head slightly, staring at the top of her head, it was just a small head, and he couldn't help but want to reach out and rub it.

The shredded hair on her head fluttered gently in the wind, teasing the corners of his mouth, she had just finished taking a shower, and there was a special smell on the ends of her undried hair, the same smell as the last time he held her in his arms when he was drunk.

Her hands pressed gently against his neck, and her fingertips were slightly cold, bringing a touch of coolness to his swollen and hot wound due to bee stings, he never knew that she still had such a gentle side.

"Okay!" Cheng Yangyang finally pulled out the bee sting buried in his neck, put it on his fingertips, and brought it to him, "Look, it's such a small thorn, look at you're scared!"

Well, her gentleness is only temporary, and she will still complain about him with disgust, and she doesn't look like a lady at all.

"I'll put some ointment on you again", Cheng Yangyang turned around and took the silver needle back into the medicine box, she rummaged for a while, the ancient bottles and jars all looked the same, and she had to open them one by one and smell them.

"It should be this", she took a jar of the most similar one, and with a little ointment on her fingertips, she was about to rub it on his neck.

"Are you sure it's this?" Nanfeng looked at her with suspicion, what should it be, it's too casual!

"It's okay, you don't need ointment for this wound, you can wipe some saliva, it's good to give you medicine, and pick and choose!" Cheng Yangyang couldn't help but scold him, the needle-sized wound would disappear tomorrow, he was afraid of applying the wrong medicine, she didn't want to waste it!

"In that case, then listen to Miss Yangyang, just wipe some saliva", Nanfeng stretched his neck at her and asked her to wipe his saliva.

Looking at his smug face and other plans, Cheng Yangyang knew what he was thinking, but he thought beautifully!

"Use your own wipe!" she slapped his neck back, closed the medicine in her hand, put it back in the pill box, and packed up her things to get ready to go upstairs.

But when she was about to leave, Nan Fengyan suddenly stood up from the sofa, put his big hand on his little head, which he had been looking at all night, and touched it gently, "Miss Yangyang has worked hard." ”

After saying that, he walked content to the stairs before her, and went upstairs.

Cheng Yangyang, who was touched by him for some reason, was still stunned in place, she watched him go upstairs and disappear at the corner of the stairs, she was a little confused, what is this?

"Sick!"

Cheng Yangyang straightened his soft hair, scolded, and then went upstairs to sleep.

The next morning, there was Cheng Yangyang's class, this was her first class of the new semester, she didn't dare to be late, she told Cheng Qingqing to call her when she got up last night.

But why is it Nanfeng who knocked on her door today!

"Why are you up so early!" she opened the door, and when she saw Nanfeng Fang standing at the door, she didn't have a good face, and turned around and went into the house to look for clothes.

She didn't close the door, Nanfeng naturally followed her in, "Miss Yangyang has a class later, and this king naturally has to get up early to listen to the class." ”

"There is a fee for listening to my class, please find a time to settle the fee with me", she yawned, walked to the window and opened the curtains, the bright morning sun projected into the room, she was much more energetic.

"Our relationship is rusty when we talk about money. ”

"What is our relationship?" Cheng Yangyang turned around and walked to the wardrobe again, took a set of clothes and put it on his arm, and closed the wardrobe, "We have nothing to do with each other except for money." ”

"I'm going to change my clothes, do you want to see?" she leaned against the closet door, tilting her head and smiling at him.

"This king doesn't mind, Miss Yangyang, please!" Nanfeng stretched out his hand to signal her to continue.

She is a ruffian, and the south wind is even more ruffian than her.

"Get out!" Cheng Yangyang had a black line, when did he become so shameless.

"This king is waiting for you downstairs", Nanfeng smiled without annoying her disrespect, turned around and closed the door and went out.