The curvature of the corners of He Runcheng's mouth collapsed, and the smile on his face disappeared when he saw the candy scattered on the ground, his silent body picked up all the candy on the ground, and there were many broken porcelain pieces on the ground, in the process of the candy, he was accidentally scratched by the pieces, and the bright red blood snaked from the palm of his hand to his wrist.

The candy in his hand was also stained, and He Runcheng put the candy on his other hand in a panic.

Wen Xien saw those who felt upset and told him to get out.

He Runcheng lowered his head and held the candy in his hand, but when his hand touched the doorknob, Wen Xien's cold voice came from behind him.

"Come back."

He Runcheng's eyes lit up, and he turned around and stood in place stunned, "Young Master......"

"Come here." Wen Xien grabbed her short hair, her eyebrows full of impatience.

He Runcheng didn't dare to be in a daze, and walked in front of Wen Xien, his right hand was still bleeding, and his left hand was still holding the candy.

"Sit on the couch."

Wen Xien gave a command, and He Run made a move, which was very well-behaved.

I went to the drawer and found a medicine box, Wen Xien was often beaten when he was a child, and he was also very naughty, and he often suffered injuries large and small, and the medicine box was almost a must-have in the room.

But Wen Xien, who has been served since childhood, is the first time to bandage someone else's wounds.

First use wet wipes to wipe the blood on He Runcheng's hands, and then start to apply medicine.

Wen Xien has always been very serious in doing things, the corners of her bright red mouth are slightly pursed, the side face is thin and graceful, and her skin is pampered and snow-white.

He Runcheng didn't care about it at first, but as time passed, his gaze couldn't help but fall on Wen Xien's face.

Wen Xien's eyelashes are very long, but they are not very curly, and they look long and delicate when they hang down slightly.

"I really admire you, you can cut your hands when you pick up anything, and you are clumsy."

Although he said so, Wen Xien's movements were very gentle, and He Runcheng couldn't help but show a smile, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and his smile was innocent.

Under the warm yellow light, He Runcheng actually had an illusion, he felt that the unattainable person was in his hand at the moment, and he could touch it as soon as he stretched out his hand.

It's been a long time since he's been so close to Wen Xien, and he's been together for so long, as if Wen Xien has been obsessed with a play in the pear orchard.

He Runcheng looked at Wen Xien, the corners of her eyebrows and eyes drooped slightly, revealing a charming coldness.

The ghost sent him to ask, "Did the young master quarrel with the old master again?" ”

As soon as he heard He Runcheng's words, Wen Xien's expression that had just softened down sank again, his delicate eyebrows were furrowed tightly, and there was anger in his eyes, "I really can't stand it, I told me what dinner he asked me to attend with him tomorrow, I don't want to go, and he still insists on forcing me to go and threatening me?" I'm so old, and he treats me like a child. ”

He Runcheng listened to Wen Xien's complaints, his eyes stared at her bright expression, and a warm current surged into his heart, unconsciously, Wen Xien's attitude towards him was sometimes not like a subordinate, but more like a friend, who would tell him what was in his heart, and would also complain to him about unhappy things.

He Runcheng likes to get along like this, and he feels that he is different in Wen Xien's heart.

Wen Xien was born very white, with slender fingers and distinct bones, like a perfect sculpture carefully carved by God.

When bandaging him, his fingers were slightly curled, and the arc formed was particularly beautiful.

"That's not the point, the point is that there will be Ah Yue's scene in the pear orchard tomorrow night, I have prepared gifts, and they were all interrupted by him!"

Wen Xien's expression was indignant, and the movements in his hands involuntarily intensified.

He Runcheng was suddenly speechless, feeling that his soft cavity was poured through a basin of cold water, and it was cold to his bones.

There was a burst of pain in his hand, and the smile on He Runcheng's face faded, and then disappeared directly, he hung his head slightly and did not speak again.

Wen Xien felt a little strange when he saw that the person next to him had not spoken for a long time, and when he turned his head, he saw He Runcheng hanging his head, and a deep shadow fell from his drooping eyelashes.

"Did I hurt you?" Wen Xien accidentally touched his fingertips, which were cold.

He Runcheng shook his head, raised his head and returned to his previous quiet and docile appearance, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all." ”

Wen Xien just asked casually, and when she heard him say that it was okay, she didn't say more, and when the bandaging was done, she packed up the medicine box and put it back in its place.

He Runcheng, who was behind him, suddenly asked, "The young master seems to like the person in the pear orchard very much." ”

His tone was questioning, like pure curiosity.

He didn't really understand what liking was, and no one taught him those things, so he didn't know anything about those places.

I like it, I like it, just like he likes to eat osmanthus cakes, he often sees osmanthus cakes, he can't help but drool, and he is careful when he eats it in his hand.

Isn't it the same with Wen Xien to the person in the pear orchard.

From the beginning of saying this, He Runcheng quietly paid attention to Wen Xien's every expression and every action.

He saw Wen Xien's body stiffen, and then turned around sharply and looked at him with bright eyes, a thin flush appeared on his snow-white face, like a flower in love, blooming gorgeously, exuding a charming fragrance.

"You, you, do you see that?" Wen Xien walked around twice excitedly, and spoke without words, "Am I so obvious?" ”

She didn't refuse, but generously admitted it, He Runcheng couldn't say what kind of emotions he was for a while, it was like a big thunderbolt coming down, and his psychological defense line collapsed for a moment.

Sure enough, Wen Xien liked the person in the pear orchard as much as he liked osmanthus cake.

He Runcheng has never felt this way, he is now a blank sheet of paper and does not understand the rights and wrongs of love, so he doesn't know why he feels this way, but there is no doubt that he doesn't like this feeling.

He didn't like Wen Xien's expression either, it felt weird.

"Young master, what do you like?" He Runcheng couldn't understand his strange feeling in his heart, and he wanted to pursue the answer.

Wen Xien's eyes widened, as if in disbelief, "No, you don't even know what you like?" ”

As the young master of the Liang family, Wen Xien opened his mind very early, and he has been to many places of all kinds, and he has seen a lot of the world, and he has long known what likes are, what love is, and what sex is.

Wen Xien looked around at He Runcheng with her eyes as if she had found some rare animal, as if she was thinking about how much of what he said was true, but when she saw He Runcheng's extremely clean eyebrows, she instantly believed it.

This story, look at the title to know that it's not simple (hee-hee)

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