Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little proud, and continued the movements in her hands, but she didn't feel the person under her becoming more and more stiff.

I don't know how long it took, but I only heard the voice of the person in front of me become deeper and lower, and it was a little hoarse, "Yanyan, if you touch it again, I can't guarantee that I can still bear it." ”

Yan Cuo immediately let go of his hand, looking like a frightened deer. He smiled helplessly, sat up, and pretended to look at her seriously, "Yanyan, I'm a man, and you're the girl I like, so I'll restrain myself." But don't look at me like that all the time, I'm afraid I don't know when I'm going to lose control. ”

Yan nodded ignorantly, and then sat up, pretending to be natural and watching TV, but his mind had already flown away.

She understood what he meant, he was thinking about himself all the time, afraid that he would be hurt a little, in fact, he didn't know, he wasn't afraid, because he had already recognized him.

Thinking of the hoarseness in his throat just now, she was a little distressed and a little funny, and she laughed out loud when she saw him.

He looked at her with some schadenfreude and scratched her with his hand, she was most afraid of itching, and kept hiding, but she was still teased by him and giggled.

"Wrong, don't you dare to provoke me on purpose, you little villain." She grabbed her hand and made a gesture to spank her ass, Yan Cuo wanted to maintain the spirit of preferring to die, but she didn't expect to be defeated soon.

"Wrong, wrong, I was wrong, not next time."

He let go of her, and she ran away, grimacing at him and sticking out her tongue, "Slightly." ”

He was amused by her childish appearance, and when he saw her smile like a flower, he forgot how to react for a while.

She became more and more cheerful, showing her most real and childish appearance in front of herself, and she no longer had the cowardly and inferior appearance before.

He was pleased with her change, and at the same time glad that the person who accompanied her along the way was himself.

How fortunate I am to meet her, to watch her transform into the best little by little, how fortunate to have her in my youth.

He looked at the figure running away in the distance, full of joy, and the corners of his mouth were always unconsciously raised.

Yan Cuo suddenly let out an "ouch", and then squatted down, with a painful look on his face. He hurriedly ran over, looking at her like this, he suddenly became anxious, "What's the matter, my stomach hurts?" ”

She raised her head and looked at him a little embarrassed, "I'm here, but my aunt didn't bring a towel, you go and buy it for me." ”

Only then did he put his mind at ease and pulled her to stand up, "Then you go to the toilet first, I'll buy it for you, and I'll be back soon." ”

Yancuo nodded, dragged himself into the bathroom, and then watched him quickly put on his clothes and leave, closing the door.

The pants were all dirty, and Yan Cuo was a little annoyed, he only brought this pajamas, and now he didn't know how to change them when they were dirty, his little face wrinkled, and his eyes looked out of the door.

It wasn't long before there was a knock on the other side of the lock, and she listened carefully, and sure enough, he was back. He called out to her, "Yancuo, I'm in?" ”

Yancuo agreed softly, and then watched him walk in quickly, holding an aunt's towel in his hand, "Quickly change it, don't catch a cold, I'll go and cook brown sugar water for you." ”

After speaking, he turned around and went out without waiting for her to answer, and closed the door for her intimately, Yancuo cleaned himself up, but he still didn't get up slowly, looking at the soiled pants, a little tangled.

Yu Muyang was boiling brown sugar water for her at this time, the pot was bubbling, he turned off the heat, took a bowl out, blew it for a while, brought it to the table, and called her over.

Yan Cuo walked over slowly, still holding his stomach, looking uncomfortable, he became more and more distressed, "Is it still very painful, drink the brown sugar water and go to sleep, don't catch a cold." ”

Yan Tu said a little hesitantly, "Pants, pants are dirty." ”

He said as if he had suddenly realized, "Wait, I'll bring you a pair of my pants to wear first, don't catch a cold." ”

She nodded, watched him walk towards the room, and quickly came out with a pair of clean house pants. The pants are a little long, and they look a little loose, and they look like children have stolen adults' pants, which looks a little funny.

Yu Muyang told her to drink the bowl of brown sugar water, and then turned around and went to the bathroom, and soon the sound of running water came. She walked over to see that he was washing her soiled pants, slowly and carefully, patiently and carefully.

Yan Cuo remembered that the people in the class often said that the boy who is willing to wash your bloody aunt's pants must love you miserably. Yancuo only felt unbelievable before, but now that he really sees it, he only feels that his heart is a soft mess.

This boy who is like the pride of the sky in front of outsiders, but now he washes his hands and makes soup for himself, does the trivial things in life, never complains, and always pays silently.

She couldn't help but have some tears, her eyes were red and looked at her, he heard the movement, turned his head to look at her, looked at her eyes were still slightly red, and stood up a little anxiously, "Does your stomach still hurt?" ”

Yancuo nodded, but shook his head quickly, "It doesn't hurt." ”

Only then did he relax a little, "Then you finished drinking the brown sugar water and went to lie on the bed, bought you a warm baby, in that bag, you go to find it." I've heard people say it's more comfortable to put it on. ”

He answered the words and went out to look for them. There was a shopping bag above the shoe cabinet, there were many bags of sanitary napkins in it, large and small, Yan Cuo was a little puzzled, "Yu Muyang, why are you buying so much, I can't use up so much." ”

Yu Muyang's voice was normal, "It's okay, I'll have some here, so as not to be at a loss next time this situation happens." ”

Yan Cuo listened, only felt a deep warmth in his heart, took a piece of warm baby and walked towards the room, pasted the warm baby, lay on the bed, only to feel the pain slightly lessened, but it still hurt a little, and after a while, Yan Cuo's face turned whiter and curled up together.

What Yu Muyang saw when he came in was such a scene, Yan Cuo curled up, his face was pale, and he looked in pain. He hurriedly stepped forward and hugged her body, "Does it still hurt?" We went to the hospital. ”

Yancuo shook his head, "No, don't go to the hospital, it'll be fine in a while, there will be such a thing every month, I'm used to it." ”

"No, you see your face is pale, you have to go to the hospital." As he spoke, he was about to help her sit up, and Yan Cuo pulled his sleeve, "It's really okay, just rub it for me." ”

He looked at the girl's stubborn appearance, and was a little helpless, so he had to sit on the bed and rub her belly slowly.

"Wouldn't that be more comfortable?"

"Well, it's a lot more comfortable." She was pale, but she still looked at him with a smile.

His face was full of distress, and he kept rubbing her slowly, until her face slowly improved and showed some blush, and then he put his heart down. The man below him was already asleep, but his hands were still clutching his sleeves.

He lay down beside her, looked at the sleeping appearance of the girl next to him, kissed her eyebrows, and then closed his eyes and fell asleep slowly.

Good night, Yanyan, and I wish you a good dream.