Qiao Huan's wound should be bandaged as soon as possible.

Ning Yichen held down Qiao Huan, who was in trouble, looked around, and flew to the other side.

The rescued women supported each other and walked in the direction of Emei.

*

Ling found another cave, and as soon as Ning Yichen entered, he found that the girl who was still cold just now was flushed at this time, pulling her collar and wanting to take off her clothes.

Ning Yichen's eyes narrowed slightly, helped her to sit down by dodging, and said, "I'm here to check your injuries, not to take advantage of you." ”

After speaking, Ning Yichen felt that he was a lot nobler.

He is much more gentleman than those martial arts people who claim to be righteous!

The wound on Qiao Huan's shoulder was a little deep, and the color of the blood on the wound was also a little strange.

Could it be poisoned?

Ning Yichen caught Qiao Huan's pulse, "There is no poisoning, why is the color of the blood wrong?" ”

Ning Yichen, who couldn't figure it out, was still cautious, pressed around the wound, and waited until the blood was a normal color before giving her medicine and bandaging it.

After bandaging, Ning Yichen put on Qiao Huan's clothes again.

I didn't see Joe's phantom chest, and I didn't touch ...... I didn't mean to!

So, how do you tie the straps of this undershirt?!

Ning Yichen is self-contained and calm, and he has never been afraid of anything since he was a child.

After walking on the martial path, no matter how strong the enemy was, his hands never trembled.

But at this time, with a slight movement of the fingertips, you can touch the delicate and smooth skin of the girl, and the clothes that can be tied usually with only a breath can be tied at this time, but at this time, you can't tie it at all.

The fragrance of the girl's body came and added a touch of charm to the gloomy cave.

After the "...... hurts" was bandaged, Qiao Huan gasped lowly, "It hurts." ”

As he spoke, the person leaned forward and fell into Ning Yichen's arms.

I heard that when a person is weak, he will hide in a place where she feels safe.

His own embrace, so that Qiao Huanhuan feels safe?

Ning Yichen's eyes were full of joy.

Just as he was hesitating whether to hug Qiao Huan, the girl in his arms suddenly raised her eyes and kissed him on the lips.

Ning Yichen: ???

The kiss was just the beginning, and the girl in her arms kissed him indiscriminately, her hand reaching through his collar.

"Qiao Huanhuan," Ning Yichen suppressed the Yu Wang who was countering Qiao Huan's pressure, and pressed her hand, "Wake up!" ”

Qiao Huan snorted, and his misty eyes were full of grievances.

"It's uncomfortable, I want to hug it."

Ning Yichen was glanced at by this look, and his whole heart melted.

"Are you drugged?" Ning Yichen found that he was so distracted, and the girl's clothes slipped below her shoulders.

Don't look at indecent acts.

Ning Yichen looked away, and the person was thrown to the ground by Qiao Huan.

Before healing, Ning Yichen laid hay here, and at this time, lying on the soft hay, he always felt that something was wrong.

The girl pressed him tightly, unable to untie his clothes, and was about to tear them with her hands.

Ning Yichen grabbed her hand, but she nimbly dodged it.

It must be Chinese medicine, otherwise how could Qiao Huanhuan, such a shy person, be so proactive?

Ning Yichen thought about whether to push the boat down the river or continue to be a gentleman.

Gazing and thinking, the upright somewhere was undoubtedly rubbed by the person on his body many times.

Both of their clothes are almost gone, and if they don't stop it, they may really have to love here.

Ning Yichen's eyes swept and he saw the snow-white softness.

As his breathing grew heavier, he reached out and wrapped his arms around the girl's waist and pressed her underneath.