Song Yong still walked in.

The woman had been beaten because of his wounds, and in the middle of the night, he had to wipe the wound on her back alone, how could he abandon her with peace of mind.

The box was very short, Chu Ying sat on it, and Song Yong had to kneel down on one knee, take out a cotton swab from the medicine box, dip it in the potion, and wipe it on the criss-crossing wounds indiscriminately.

He squinted, not daring to look at her plump body more.

The first time he didn't control the strength, Chu Ying groaned softly in pain, Song Yong trembled, and when he raised his eyes, his gaze fell on the place where he shouldn't be looking, "I'm sorry." ”

"Sorry for what?" Chu Ying looked at his red earlobes, this person is really innocent, he looks so good-looking, and he is from the city, could it be that he has never touched a woman, and he doesn't even dare to look at her more, "Xiao Song, have you ever seen a woman?" ”

Song Yong: "Of course. ”

Isn't she just a woman?

"Open your eyes and look at me." Through his sleeves, Chu Ying held his wrist and guided him with his eyes, making him look at all of himself, "I mean...... Have you ever seen a woman like this? ”

Probably accustomed to seeing Chu Ying like this, Song Yong was not so flustered, just took his hand away, and said in a dry throat: "It's all the same." ”

"Since it's the same, why don't you dare look at me?"

The words fell, and an evil wind came from nowhere.

The candle flame flickered twice, then suddenly went out.

Chu Ying indifferently took the matchbox from the side, she took out one, stabbed, the wooden stick lit up, and the light burned among them, orange, very bright.

Suddenly seeing something, she picked her eyes, as if she was fishing for a baby, "Xiao Song, there is a black mole on your Adam's apple." ”

So what?

Song Yong subconsciously went to cover it, but was stopped by Chu Ying, she pinched the light, and said a little obsessively: "Can I kiss it?" ”

He was frightened, swallowed his throat, the protruding Adam's apple bone on his neck slid with it, Chu Ying pursed his lips, "It's sexy, can you kiss it?" ”

Without waiting for him to refuse, Chu Ying kissed it, her lips were hot and soft.

In an instant, something seemed to explode in Song Yong's mind, and his thoughts were blank, leaving only the touch on his neck that could be truly perceived.

Reason told him that he should push her away, but he couldn't lift his arm.

In the gap of Song Yong's sluggishness, the touch of his neck changed again, this time adding a moment of humidity, his nerves jumped, and he was about to push someone, but she turned his smooth shoulders sideways and pushed him against the shelf.

The hand also began to slide down in confusion.

Song Yong held her delicate wrist in time, "Don't be like this, please respect yourself." ”

She looked up at her damp eyes, her gaze moved downward, and her tone was soft, "Comrade Xiao Song, it is you who should respect yourself." ”

“…… You get out of the way. ”

"Don't you really want to?"

At this point, no man would not want to.

But Song Yong is different, he is clean, he is a rich man, and he is a high-achieving student, how can he get together with a lowly widow.

Right.

She is not worthy of washing his feet!

The blurred eyes suddenly sobered, Song Yong shook off Chu Ying's hand, wiped the wetness on the Adam's apple with his sleeve, as helpless as if he had been blasphemed.

The match burned out, Chu Ying cut another one, and laughed: "Duplicity." ”

After wiping his neck clean, Song Yong's eyes were red with anger, and his breath was disordered, "If you do this again, I won't help you, let alone my ......"

"What are you?"

Song Yong didn't think much about it, and made an excuse, "I have a fiancée." ”

He thought that a woman like Chu Ying wouldn't care, but he didn't know if it was an illusion, her bright eyes seemed to be cold all of a sudden.