Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Long Song Should Be Crying

Lu Muqing looked at her as cunning as a suspicious fox, she may not know that at this time, her eyes seemed to have fallen into the stars, and her face was bright and vivid.

Lu Muqing's face moved forward again, and the slightly raised corners of her mouth almost touched her lips.

Yan Jingxi was startled, and stepped back twenty centimeters again, and when she almost fell, Lu Muqing's uninjured right palm supported her back and pulled her to her eyes again.

"Are you provoking me?" Lu Mu asked as she locked her eyes, and all the breath she spit out fell between her lips and snort.

"Isn't the backache said by the uncle?" Yan Jingxi said along with his previous words.

Lu Muqing's eyes sank a little, and an incomprehensible illusion was like a warning, and he said: "Don't say this kind of thing in front of a man, because it will make people want to try it at you, whether the kidney is deficient or not?" ”

Yan Jingxi realized the seriousness of the matter, and men didn't mind others saying that he couldn't do it.

She was really afraid of angering him, so she twisted her waist, trying to break free from the back that was hugged by him, and said, "I know, if you don't say it in the future, I'll change the position to bandage you." ”

Lu Muqing saw that she was very well-behaved on the surface, smiled insightfully, let go of her hand, and leaned lazily on the sofa.

Yan Jingxi sat beside him, took out gauze from the medicine box, lowered his eyes, and said in shock: "Arm." ”

Lu Muqing cooperated and stretched out his arm in front of her.

She wrapped the gauze around the wound on his arm.

Lu Muqing stared at her delicate little face.

The midday sun was strong, and it came in through the window, casting a shadow of light on her back, and a black silhouette under her long eyelashes.

Looking at it so closely, Lu Muqing found that her eyelashes were very long, her deep double eyelids, her eyelids were very long, and even if she didn't speak, her eyes had a vivid color.

"You're very skilled." Lu Muqing praised.

I don't know why, every time he says a word, she thinks crookedly, and she is annoyed, whether she has really entered the stage of a light mature woman.

"If you don't get it right, won't you be crippled?" Yan Jingxi muttered softly.

Lu Muqing was in a happy mood and chuckled, "So what do you mean, you don't want me to be disabled, you can get it right?" ”

Yan Jingxi knew that he was deliberately teasing her.

When the gauze was wrapped and the rubber was pasted, she deliberately used force, just pinching his wound, and some red blood stains stained out.

Lu Muqing glanced at his arm, and there was no hole.

Yan Jingxi saw the blood and realized that he had gone too far.

How could he also be injured because of himself, how could she take revenge for not being angry with him.

"I'm sorry." Yan Jingxi said softly, secretly glancing at Lu Muqing's face.

"Hmm. Be careful next time, the bag is good. Lu Muqing bent his arms and looked at the results of her bag, his eyes were dark, as if he didn't blame her at all.

His large number made Yan Jingxi embarrassed.

She looked at his arm again.

Wearing tattered clothes not only did not damage his beauty, but the faintly exposed strong muscles and injuries on his arms gave him a wild arrogance and charm.

Yan Jingxi's heart suddenly accelerated, he withdrew his eyes, his beautiful eyes flashed, and asked, "Do you want to change your clothes?" ”

"All my clothes were taken to school."

Yan Jingxi: "......"

"You are about the same height as Lu Youran, otherwise, you wear him first." Yan Jingxi suggested.

"Are you keen to give me his clothes?" Lu Muqing frowned lightly, and asked meaningfully with a smile that seemed to be a smile.