She always likes to wear a loose little suspender belt with a pair of wide plaid shorts underneath, like many men's attire at home, but it can be worn on her without a special charm.

Yin Shaolong retracted his gaze, for more than four years, she was still like this, a pair of **** showed a shining luster under the light, which was extremely sexy.

Somewhat hairy by his gaze, Xiang Tianlai turned his back to him, and found a pair of slippers to put on.

Yin Shaolong walked in slowly, and did not forget to close the door with his hand, and said softly: "It's best not to do this kind of thing next time, you know that it is not good for you to anger me." ”

Xiang Tianlai didn't dwell on him in this matter, turned around and dragged a small suitcase out, opened the box and began to pack up: "Say, what are you looking for me." ”

Seeing her stuffing her clothes into the suitcase one by one, Yin Shaolong's gaze deepened a little: "What are you doing?" ”

Xiang Tianlai squatted on the ground and looked up at him, and said with a smile: "Didn't you say that as long as my injuries are healed, I can leave at any time, you say, I'll leave when you finish speaking." ”

"I'm talking about your injuries when they're healed." Yin Shaolong walked up to her and spoke slowly.

"I don't think I'm hurt now, I'm healed." Xiang Tianlai's speech speed was very fast, and the movement of throwing clothes into the box was also very fast.

"Ah--!h

Xiang Tianlai's movements froze, and the whole person fell to the ground all of a sudden, beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead crackled down, and his face turned a little pale.

Yin Shaolong slowly raised the hand that was pressing on her shoulder, looked at the blood on his hand, got up and took a hand towel, sat on the chair and wiped it carefully.

Xiang Tianlai showed a painful look and looked down at the vicinity of his shoulder blades.

The crimson blood easily soaked her beige-pink vest and gradually spread out into an abstract shape that might be reminiscent of a Picasso painting.

"Look, the injury hasn't healed yet, so you might as well stay here in peace." Yin Shaolong sat on the side and spoke quietly, but did not come over to help her up.

Xiang Tianlai sat on the ground, didn't get up for a long time, lowered his eyes to cover the mist under his eyes, and his lips were tightly pursed together, looking very painful.

So, did he not intend to let himself go from the beginning?

So, isn't it that what she thought before was all a dream!

A faint fishy smell gradually dispersed in the air, Yin Shaolong raised his eyelids, his eyes fell on Xiang Tianlai, and finally he couldn't help but get up and walk to her again, and stretched out his hand to help her up: "I'll help you check the wound." ”

"Get out of the --!"

Xiang Tianlai, who had been suppressed, finally broke out at this moment, and threw the suitcase in his hand at him, scattering the clothes one after another, and the box smashed on his feet after several twists and turns.

Xiang Tianlai got up with red eyes holding on to the wound on his shoulder, and kicked over the chair he had just sat on.

After tiptoeing out of the medicine box, he didn't look at him at all, and directly took off the beige pink suspender, revealing black underwear.

The wound didn't bleed like that, just trickled and flowed, coagulating on one side and splitting open again with her movements.

Yin Shaolong slowly kicked open the box at his feet and turned to look at her.

As a result, as soon as she turned around, she was wearing black underwear with her back to her, and her unbearable waist and several scars on her body that had accumulated over the years were particularly familiar.