"It's good already, it's even better before. He Xianhui said unconcernedly.

"Can't you be nice to yourself?" Yong Haojun's tone was a little aggravated.

"Am I not applying medicine?" He Xianhui said.

"You don't care about scars on your body?" said Yong Haojun.

"I'm a big man, what are I afraid of scars?" He Xianhui said.

"Back to the past!" said Yong Haojun.

"What are you doing?" He Xianhui said, looking up at Yong Haojun.

"Smear. Yong Haojun snatched the medicine from He Xianhui's hand, turned He Xianhui around, squeezed out the ointment and began to give He Xianhui medicine.

"I can't see it, you're a big man, and your method of applying medicine is quite light. He Xianhui didn't shirk either, and obediently let Yong Haojun smear himself with medicine.

"It also depends on who you wipe it on. You're too squeamish. Yonghao Jun said, his hands kept moving.

"I'm still squeamish? I'm solid enough. They were all pumped like this, and they didn't cry out in pain. He Xianhui said.

Although Yong Haojun is a person who does not smile, he can relax a lot when chatting with him. Maybe it's because he knows that Yong Haojun is his own person, He Xianhui thought.

"I mean, your skin is delicate, and you need to be lighter. Yonghao Jun said. When speaking,

"Oh. He Xianhui said. When Yong Haojun spoke, hot air sprayed onto He Xianhui's back, making He Xianhui a little uncomfortable.

"That old bastard is really bad at the same time, and he still learns to play SM, and he doesn't know how it feels to take care of M, which is really embarrassing for S. Yonghaojun said while applying the medicine: "Get down and touch the back for you." ”

"No, no. I looked in the mirror while I was in the shower. He Xianhui said.

"Good, obedient. Yong Haojun couldn't help but push He Xianhui to the bed, and began to wipe his buttocks and the base of his thighs.

Yong Haojun's movements were gentle, gently brushing He Xianhui's skin like a feather, making the already painful injury suddenly have some itchiness.

He Xianhui's legs trembled a few times, and he bit his lower lip hard, suppressing the muffled snort that almost blurted out.

"Has it been smeared with medicine?" Yong Haojun's hand came to the sensitive area and asked softly.

"Nope. No need to wipe it. He Xianhui said.

"That's where you should be most smeared, you don't know how to take care of yourself. Yonghao Jun said. The hand pulled down He Xianhui's shorts without questioning.

"Don't, don't wipe it. He Xianhui pressed Yong Haojun's hand with his backhand, turned his head and looked at Yong Haojun with some moist eyes.

"If you don't protect it well, you'll get sick in the future. Trust me, I won't hurt you. Yong Haojun looked at He Xianhui, still with an expressionless face, but his eyes were sincere and soft, which made He Xianhui unconsciously let go of the hand holding him.

"Relax, give yourself to me, believe in me, rely on me. You just have to remember that I will never hurt you! I will only protect you and take care of you! Okay, relax!" Yong Haojun's hand caressed He Xianhui's back like a feather, and the words he said were deep and gentle, with a magic that could not be refused, making He Xianhui unconsciously relax and begin to believe his words from the heart.

"Yes, what a good boy! That's it, relax. Yong Haojun's tone was encouraging and comforting. At the same time, the hand with the ointment also reached into He Xianhui's fragility and began to give He Xianhui medicine. The movements of his hands were gentle and firm, which did not make He Xianhui feel a little uncomfortable.

"Does it hurt?" asked Yong Haojun gently.

"No, it doesn't hurt. He Xianhui's voice was a little unstable.

"In the future, remember that every time you are done, you have to clean the contents and then take the medicine well, you know?" Yong Haojun continued to say softly. The words were warm and caring, which made He Xianhui deeply feel pampered.

"Yes, got it. Beads of sweat oozed from He Xianhui's back, and even a simple application of medicine was a very difficult time for him. There was an unprovoked longing in his heart that this process of applying medicine would last longer.

"Good boy!" Yong Haojun didn't stay long, took the medicine, and withdrew his hand. Then put away the ointment and go to the bathroom to wash your hands.

He Xianhui lay on the bed, stunned and a little confused. Just now, Yong Haojun gave him the feeling of being as gentle as his mother, which made him want to listen to him unconsciously, and he also liked the feeling of being gently cared for.

Yong Haojun came out with a dry towel, gently pressed it on He Xianhui's back, let the towel absorb He Xianhui's sweat, and wiped the thin sweat on He Xianhui's forehead before taking the towel away. The careful and thoughtful care made He Xianhui a little at a loss, and he was stupidly at the mercy of Yonghaojun.

"What do you want, so distracted?" Yong Haojun had already returned to the bed, sat on the edge of the bed and lifted the stunned He Xianhui up, pillowed his head on his thigh, and then raised his hand to gently comb He Xianhui's hair.

"No, I didn't think about anything. Thank you!" He Xianhui said. He didn't know why, he couldn't refuse Yong Haojun's loving care.

"Don't think about anything, you just have to do what we arranged, and I'm all in it. Remember, no matter what happens, I am there for you, I will protect you, you are safe. Yong Haojun's voice was reassuring, and it came into He Xianhui's ears softly and deeply, making him feel that he could really trust Yong Haojun.

"Hmm. He Xianhui obediently lay on Yong Haojun's lap and let Yong Haojun gently comb his hair.

Yong Haojun's fingers seemed to have magic power, passing through his hair and reaching the back of his neck, with moderate and warm strength, making He Xianhui unconsciously relax his whole body, and just like that, he became more and more confused, and entered a state of sleep.

Yong Haojun looked at He Xianhui, who closed his eyes and rested on his lap obediently, with a slight smile in his eyes. Gently lowered his head, touched He Xianhui's cheek like a feather, and then his voice became softer, like a breeze, and said in He Xianhui's ear: "Baby, be my exclusive M." ”

"Well, good. He Xianhui, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, answered unconsciously.

"That's good, I'll claim you when the mission is over. Yong Haojun's expressionless face finally had a doting look on his face, and he said softly. Then his hand massaged twice behind He Xianhui's ear, and He Xianhui completely fell into a deep sleep.

Yong Haojun gently stroked He Xianhui's face with his hand, his eyes were domineering possessive, just like the king was tasting and playing with his own treasure, and used his hands to inspect He Xianhui's fair and handsome face, thin collarbones and slender neck, as well as delicate little ears.

It wasn't until He Xianhui made a dream sound and his body shrank a little that Yong Haojun gently raised his head, let him lie down, and then covered He Xianhui with a thin quilt.

"Good night, my little slave, when this is all over, the master will take you home. Yong Haojun lowered his head and kissed the sleeping He Xianhui on the forehead before turning around and leaving the room through the window.

In the silent room, only He Xianhui's even breathing sound and quiet sleeping face remained. The frowning brows that used to be wrinkled when he slept in the past are stretched out today, indicating that the owner is sleeping soundly and comfortably. (At the end of the story, I will write about the two of them)