Beitang didn't speak, but his breath was a little heavier, and he walked directly to the sofa in the bedroom with the person in his arms, and didn't let go of the person, while he sat down, he let her sit on his lap and firmly imprisoned her in his arms.

"Let me see your hands."

The dark and seductive voice was full of deep distress, and he saw him gently pick up her hand, his long eyelashes trembled, and his dark and deep pupils flashed with pity, and then he lowered his head and gently kissed her ten fingers in turn.

"Does it hurt?" He asked.

Li Qianhuan looked at the man's appearance, and knew that he was feeling sorry for himself, and suddenly his heart was sweet, and he had long forgotten the pain in his fingers, and immediately shook his head.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Why are you so stupid? Why didn't you say earlier that the medicine was your blood? I won't let you ...... anything."

Li Qianhuan was stunned, a little surprised and weak-hearted, "You...... How do you know? ”

"Don't do it again." He reverted to domineering, and his tone was irresistible.

God knows how distressing it would be.

He would rather die of a headache himself than let the little woman suffer a trace of harm.

"No, what if you have a headache again?"

"I'll be fine with it for a day, anyway, you won't be so stupid in the future. Do you hear that? He rubbed her head, and Joon's face was full of tenderness and doting.

Li Qianhuan bit his lip with a reluctant expression, and then threw himself into his arms and hugged him tightly, "I'm not stupid, it's just a little blood on my finger, it doesn't hurt at all." You are my husband, if I don't save you, who will save you? ”

Beitang was moved, and kissed the top of her hair emotionally, and her voice was soft all of a sudden, "I will think of other ways, in short, I don't want to see you bleed again, not a drop of blood." ”

"What can be done? It's easy to say that only my blood can save you, and besides, I have so much blood, or ...... I'll give you some blood? ”

Li Qianhuan suddenly raised her head and looked at him with bright eyes, as if as long as he nodded, she would immediately draw half of his blood to him.

Beitang laughed lowly, and was moved again, lowered his head and pecked lightly on the tip of her little nose, and suddenly thought of something, he said uncertainly:

"Perhaps...... We can try another way......"

"What's the solution?"

The two noses were nose to nose, each other's breaths blending, and he spoke softly, "The next time I have another seizure, you can kiss me, maybe it will be useful." ”

He always remembered that once he also had a headache, and then he kissed Bo Qicheng, although the kiss lasted a little longer, but after that, he was fine, and he was refreshed, which was more effective than drinking Li Qianhuan's blood.

Now since the little woman's blood is useful to him, maybe like Bo Qicheng, kissing is also useful? After all, the two are sisters and brothers, and they may both have the same physique.

Beitang Yan thought about it, and couldn't wait to give it a try.

Well, although the headache is better, it seems to be a little groggy, do you want to try a kiss? Will you feel refreshed?

Thinking like this in his heart, Beitang Yan had already taken action, suddenly clasped the back of the little woman's head, and then the surging kiss fell on her lips.

This kiss was deeper than any other, and the kiss was inseparable.

The two were kissing each other affectionately, causing a person outside the door to peep without noticing, and the person stared at it for a long time, and then the old face turned red and turned away, and he danced happily.