She didn't like this feeling, and if it was someone else, she wanted to "fix" him immediately. But for some reason, she felt that these eyes were very warm, as if she had known them a long, long time ago......

As soon as the word "old man" came out, the man's handsome face was obviously dark.

"Just kidding!" Bei Qingyan threw the small porcelain vase back into his arms, and stretched his waist lazily: "I'm only fifteen years old this year, even if you are twenty, it's not too much for me to call you uncle." Also, this medicine is back to you! Uncle!! ”

She accentuated the last word and prepared to get up.

But she suddenly felt that the wound on her shoulder was cold, the wound on her lower abdomen was cold, and the wound on her chest was also cold, as if she had been smeared with medicine......?

"You ......" she turned around suddenly, her little face was as red as fire, and she said in a trembling voice: "You, you give me medicine?" ”

"Well, is there a problem?" The man asked rhetorically, his expression indifferent.

"There's a problem! Of course there is a problem! Bei Qingyan "brushed" to sit up straight, his phoenix eyes crackling and blazing: "I'm a woman, you're a man!" How can you, how can you ......"

Her face turned a little redder and she spat out three words with hatred: "You rascal! ”

"It's no different from a boy." The man replied lightly.

"You!" Bei Qingyan's chest was like a fire. No different from boys? Men at least have pectoral muscles, right? It's just too much!

Shi Ke couldn't bear it, she didn't know where she got the strength too, her legs didn't hurt anymore, she stood up numbly, took out the folding fan from her waist, turned around in a dashing way, raised her right arm quickly, and tried to lock it in his throat with a fan.

Her movements are done in one go, moving like a jumping rabbit and as fast as lightning.

The man stood still, and just as her left hand was about to touch his throat, he spun around and twisted her left arm, breaking her restraints.

Bei Qingyan raised his right foot high and galloped towards his jaw.

The man's elbow flexed and flicked, and as she was about to fall, he pinched her jade foot and dragged it into his arms.

The two of them were close to each other through the clothes, and they seemed to be able to feel each other's heartbeats, and Bei Qingyan's anger did not subside, and he raised his elbow again to attack his chest.

But the man's movements were faster and stronger than hers. Bei Qingyan didn't see how he made a move at all, his tall body was already against her back, his bony palm passed through her shoulders and pinched her little face, and said softly: "Although the movement is fast, it lacks strength." It may be due to inconvenience in the legs and feet. ”

"You, let go of me!" She struggled twice, and the flush of her little face had spread to her jade neck.

The man was silent for a moment, his warm breath spraying on her ear, and his voice hit her eardrums: "Call me Master." ”

Her heart trembled for no reason, and she wanted to struggle again, but she found that she couldn't move at all, as if the eight veins of the Qi Jing were locked. In a fit of rage, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Why should I call you Master?" Did you teach me anything? ”

"I can take the dragon chair for you." The man replied softly, his slightly calloused palm gently caressing her cheek, and a pair of deep phoenix eyes suddenly became tender, as if he thought of something, but he couldn't grasp it.

"Dreaming!" Bei Qingyan angrily refused. Just pick her clothes, he saved her. But the stalk of "boy", she can hold grudges for a lifetime!

"It's not big, it's not small! He's your uncle! The night is like a string. "The old prince stood at the door at some point.

Bei Qingyan gasped, looking confused: "He is my uncle?" Night, night like a string? ”

"Questions?" The old prince walked in with a menacing face, and said solemnly: "If it weren't for him, your life would have been gone!" ”