Ye Nantian is a very strong person sometimes. It was clearly the same handsome and bright face as the young man, but he could see from the bright black eyes that he had hidden the deeply suppressed emotions under his eyes.

His palm slowly moved to Wen Yihuan's neck, the knitted neckline she was wearing today was a little wide, and now the whole person was fixed on the bed and couldn't move, and a few inches of skin were exposed on her shoulders, and Ye Nantian's hands were covered with the white skin. Seeing Wen Yihuan staring at him motionlessly, his lips open and breathing unconsciously, he snorted and laughed.

"Okay, I see that you have a flesh wound here, and I want to give you medicine." He turned over and sat aside, pulled Wen Yihuan up from the bed by the way, and leaned over to carefully observe the purple-red bruise on the shoulder, "It should be Ye Dongming's bastard who was tied up with a rope, and there is medicinal oil at home, I'll wipe it for you." ”

"Ye Nantian ......!"

Wen Yihuan's face had dropped to the freezing point. She is already a 28-year-old mature woman, why is she still being played by Ye Nantian, a hairy boy who has not dried up?

The slightly curly chestnut hair scraped against her neck, tickling and tickling, causing her to straighten her collar and cover the marks of strangulation on her shoulders and upper arms.

Before Xingshi could ask for the guilt, Ye Nantian had already taken the medicinal oil neatly with his hands and feet, he looked like he didn't see it at all, and gently pulled the collar open, unscrewed the medicinal oil and poured some into the palm of his hand, rubbed it hot, and slowly rubbed it on the traces one by one.

"You called me?" He didn't know if he realized it later, or if he was really concentrating on rubbing medicine for Wen Yihuan and didn't hear it, and after seeing that the scar extended all the way to her back, he couldn't help but stop his movements and frowned.

His movements were very gentle, but after all, he was kneading medicinal wine, and he still used some strength. Under the touch of the skin, perhaps the friction is hot, and the temperature gradually rises, and the originally fair skin seems to have a faint flush.

Wen Yihuan opened his mouth slightly, but then closed it immediately. Ye Nantian's self-familiar personality is almost impossible to refuse, otherwise, you will feel that you are speculating about a simple man like a little milk dog who knows how to repay his kindness and is enthusiastic about helping others.

"It's very sensitive." It's a pity that someone doesn't know the truth of accepting it when he sees it, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the warm and red skin under his hands, somehow, he leaned up to take a closer look, his snort was slightly cold, and it pounced on Wen Yihuan's shoulder, making her tremble slightly somehow.

As if he was not satisfied, he wiped the medicinal oil on his hand, pressed a piece of intact skin, stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked it gently, and in the next second, he was directly overturned on the bed by Wen Yihuan, whose anger was already on the verge of a critical point. She has learned jiu-jitsu, and her figure is a tight and tall type, and it doesn't seem to be difficult to restrain a defenseless man of 1.87 meters by taking advantage of her posture.

"Well, I'm talking about sensitive skin." Ye Nantian saw that she was really annoyed, so he explained with a smile that he had just noticed the posture of the two, the space on the bed was too small, Wen Yihuan could only sit on Ye Nantian's body, she looked at Ye Nantian condescendingly for a long time, and then realized that her posture with him was too ambiguous.

"Ahem." Wen Yihuan coughed to relieve the embarrassment, but it was difficult to maintain the cold and sharp appearance just now.

Ye Nantian put his hands behind his head very leisurely, he curled the corners of his lips, and looked at Wen Yihuan's rare slightly flustered appearance for a long time, and smiled very brightly.

"Oh yes, there's one more thing to warn you about." As Wen Yihuan turned over by herself with a cold face, and turned her back to stop talking because of embarrassment, Ye Nantian surrounded her from behind, and said, "You have to be careful recently, Ye Dongming...... Ye's will not give up. ”

"You mean they're going to try to kidnap me? Do I need to go to the police station in advance to apply for habeas corpus? Wen Yihuan didn't turn her face, but there was a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

Ye Nantian's hand on her shoulder suddenly loosened a little. Wen Yihuan noticed something unusual, so he turned to look at him. Ye Nantian seemed to think of something heavy, and his bangs fell in front of his eyes, covering those bright, innocent eyes, making his expression buried in the dim light even more gloomy.

"Speaking of which...... I'm the one who caused you trouble. Ye Nantian pursed the corners of his lips before raising his head again, "Ye, it took me several years to finally escape." Now that Ye Dongming has brought back the news that I am intact, the Ye family estimates that it will not stop again. ”

"You seem to be a little resistant to their tone."

It seemed to be a teacher's professional instinct, Wen Yihuan immediately sat upright, stretched out an index finger against Ye Nantian's chin, and gently provoked it. Her flamboyance and arrogance even after removing the extremely aggressive makeup, in the dim light, she was still radiant, Ye Nantian's breathing was slightly suffocated, and her eyes looked at the slightly raised one without blinking, and inadvertently brought ten thousand styles to the corners of her eyes.