Yingluo was shocked, but she stretched out her hand to pick up his shoulder faster than Canghai took out a handkerchief. Canghai covered his right ear in time, and the purple blood in his left ear dripped onto the back of Yingluo's hand.

Yingluo didn't do anything but clutch his shoulders and lock his brow tightly. Canghai cleaned up the blood, and looked at Yingluo with raised eyebrows due to the angle problem, but he was more curious than the other party.

Yingluo also felt out a lilac handkerchief, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Canghai shook his head, Yingluo even furrowed his brows and said, "Don't move, don't you want to stain your clothes?" Canghai let him help and wiped the blood from his handkerchief.

After that, he rolled his rabbit-like eyes and asked, "Rong Chengche told you?" After turning again, he immediately continued: "No, you all know the way?"

Yingluo glared at him and didn't speak.

Canghai sighed, supported his forehead in distress, and got angry for a while before he said: "It's really, annoying! Who called him troublesome, you want to know why I bothered so much to do this?!"

His eyes rolled for a third time before he said to Yingluo, who was nervous and cautious: "Hey, the handkerchief is aster, right? ”

"Ahh

Canghai shrugged his shoulders.

Yingluo glared at him and exhaled suddenly. "I'm afraid of you......" Putting the handkerchief aside, "I'll help you out first." And he was taken out. "Where's it, Son?" said in a tone that seemed to be talking about an indifferent piece of furniture.

Canghai pointed to the spring stool. Yingluo glanced at the bed first, and then put him in the designated place with a little hesitation, and then squatted in front of him, carefully examined his complexion, and did not turn white anymore, so he had to temporarily worry about it. "Hey, it really doesn't hurt?"

Canghai nodded three times.

"It doesn't hurt all the time, does it bleed so much?"

Canghai shook his head twice.

"Tsk, does it hurt at all?"

Canghai nodded halfway.

"When does it hurt? Did I hurt when I came?"

Canghai's eyes slowly glanced at the upper right corner.

Yingluo said: "Is it very painful?"

Canghai squinted at him.

"Alas. Yingluo lowered her head, shook and sighed, and muttered in a low voice, "Why is it so hard to talk to you?"

Canghai said: "It's like peeing your pants." ”

“...... Huh?" Yingluo also wrinkled his face.

The round amber eyes in front of Yingluo blinked, raised his eyebrows and looked at the sky, and said seriously: "It's wet, it's a little sticky, it's cool, it's uncontrollable...... Sometimes I shiver. Looking at Yingluo's expression purely, he nodded vigorously as if he was more persuasive. After a while, he said, "Haven't you ever peed your pants?" sighed sympathetically, and continued: "I really haven't experienced it." ”

Yingluo roared: "Big brother, what is the name of 'experience' when you pee your pants?!How many times have you peed?"

Canghai simply raised his head, "Well......" After thinking for a while, he lowered his head and said to Yingluo: "I haven't counted it." ”

Yingluo fell.

Canghai pestle the back of his head, and said, "What happened in the morning, do you know that you were wrong?"

Yingluo lowered his head and said, "I won't regret it." ”

"Even if you know you're wrong?"

"Don't talk about me, look at your face as white as a ghost. ”

#####本书独家, the rest of the websites are pirated and infringing reprints, please support the genuine version, the original address of "Jianghu Salty Talk": ./book/1838164.aspx book review area Welcome to leave a message to interact, thank you for your support#####

#c