...... in the room

Song Xingchen only wore a short suspender, and was rubbing the medicinal wine in the palm of his hand, rubbing himself with difficulty.

Suddenly, the door to the room was pushed open.

Song Xingchen heard the voice, turned his head, and saw Leng Haochen standing a few steps away, staring at her with a deep face.

She was taken aback, should Leng Haochen wronged her again and said that she seduced him, right?

Thinking so, Song Xingchen hurriedly wanted to put on his clothes.

While getting dressed, she puffed up her preemptive strike and asked, "Why did you suddenly come to my room?" Didn't anyone teach you to knock on someone's room before you entered it? ”

"This is my house, and I can go into any room I want." Leng Haochen replied expressionlessly, then walked into the room and pressed her clothed hand: "I've already seen what should be seen and what shouldn't be seen, with your figure, what is there to cover?" ”

"You ......" Song Xingchen's face turned red with anger: "You rascal, shameless!! ”

Leng Haochen raised her eyebrows, she even dared to scold him, it seemed that she didn't remember the lesson.

He was about to speak, when ......

His eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the place where Song Xingchen's clothes were not covered, and the bruised skin that was exposed there, his face suddenly turned cold.

He grabbed Song Xingchen's wrist and asked in a deep voice, "How did you get hurt?" I'll take you to the hospital. ”

Song Xingchen's clothes were not put on yet, she struggled to break free of Leng Haochen's clamps, and said, "You let me go first, I don't have to go to the hospital, it's just a small injury, I'm not so delicate." ”

"You ......" Leng Haochen couldn't help frowning.

Can't this woman take good care of her body?

But in the face of such a face, almost exactly the same as Nuan Nuan, no matter how big his temper is, he can't express it.

In the end, he could only snort coldly in compromise and let go of this little woman who didn't know what to do.

"Whatever you want." After he finished speaking, he turned around angrily and prepared to leave.

Song Xingchen secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was leaving, took out the medicinal wine, and then rubbed the medicine on himself.

The bruises on his arms and legs were almost gone, and only the most difficult part of his lower back remained.

Because the position of the back waist is not in his line of sight.

Song Xingchen tried a few times, but he still couldn't rub the medicinal wine on it.

She thought about it for a moment and prepared to go to the bathroom and try it in the mirror.

As a result, before she had time to stand up, the medicinal wine in her hand was taken over by another pair of big hands with distinct bones.

Leng Haochen was about to leave, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Song Xingchen's difficult medicine, his heart softened, and his steps turned back unconsciously.

He rubbed the medicinal wine in his palm with one hand, and his bottomless black eyes stared at Song Xingchen fixedly: "I'll come." ”

"Hey...... You ......" Song Xingchen exclaimed, just as he wanted to struggle, his shoulder was held down by the man's big palm with a thin callus.

"You don't have eyes in the back, how can you take medicine yourself?" Leng Haochen asked coldly, and poked the dark green place on Song Xingchen's back with his finger: "Didn't you say that you don't want to go to the hospital?" Then be nice. ”

Song Xingchen was caught off guard and poked at the wound, and immediately "snorted" in pain.

"Leng Haochen, you murdered?"

She felt that she was not calculated to death by Qiao Mingzhu, and she might be killed by Leng Haochen.

However, she really didn't want to go to the hospital, so she had to reluctantly compromise: "You lighten up, and there is ...... Take the medicine, don't use your hands and feet! ”

Since Leng Haochen himself sent it to the door to help, free labor, there is no need to use it in vain.

Song Xingchen thought so, so he obediently lay down.

Song Xingchen's fair and soft waist was blue, and Leng Haochen only felt that it looked extremely dazzling.

"You're thinking beautifully." He stabbed coldly, and his big palm touched the cool and silky skin, and he was speechless immediately.

His palm stopped on her waist, looking at the little woman lying on her stomach in front of her, her Adam's apple rolling, and her dark eyes gradually ignited a suspicious flame.