The Beating Daily of the Little Hierarch

Although he knew before that Mu Yanqiu was good at pretending, it was the first time for Luo Bei to see Mu Yanqiu being so good at pretending up close. He was obviously trying to refute Cheng Wanbai's face the whole time, but it just made people take it for granted. , The appearance of tenderness has not yet been shattered.

Luo Bei grabbed Mu Yanqiu's hand and put it in the palm of his hand to look back and forth. To be honest, the impact was quite strong. On the white hand with clear knuckles, the crescent-shaped crescent red was reflected on the palm, which looked very much like white snow. A few red plums.A little blood oozes from the crescent-shaped wound, not much, but it is quite glaring to look at.

Luo Bei asked with his eyes: buddy, what's wrong with you?

Mu Yanqiu lowered his head slightly, not intending to make eye contact with Luo Bei.

Seeing that Mu Yanqiu ignored him, Luo Bei poked Mu Yanqiu's wound lightly with bad intentions, causing the other party to frown slightly, and Luo Bei smiled secretly, making you beat the young master so badly every time you compete Wake up, retribution is coming.

Luo Bei wiped off the blood stains on Mu Yanqiu's hands without being gentle at all, and took out a small jade bottle with moist color from his arms, opened it, took out a little ointment from it, and applied it to the wound.

How long has Mu Yanqiu been uninjured? Even he can't remember clearly. Luo Bei's retaliatory rude action made his palm feel tingling and numb, but he felt that he was like After being scratched by a kitten, even my heart started to itch unconsciously.

This medicine is not like other medicines. Although the effect is excellent, it has a burning sensation when used, and it is even more painful when used on the wound.

When Mu Yanqiu frowned subconsciously again, a piece of sour plum cake was suddenly pressed against his lips. He subconsciously put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and the sweet and sour taste permeated his mouth.

Luo Bei was still thinking about it: "I know it hurts, let's see if you dare to lose your nerve next time..."

Mu Yanqiu's heart was soft, and the tips of his ears and cheeks blushed unconsciously from such doting words, but unfortunately the person concerned didn't notice it.

Luo Bei, who could eat another piece of sour plum cake, was surprised to see the slight blush on Mu Yanqiu's cheeks. He even forgot to take back the hand that reached Mu Yanqiu's lips. Did Mu Yanqiu blush?God, Mu Yanqiu, who always put on a straight face in front of him, is still blushing!Well, it's still so cute!

Luo Bei: ...

Crazed and ran away, what was he thinking just now, did he eat something unclean, otherwise how could he have such a terrible illusion, no one is cute in this world, even Mu Yanqiu can't be cute!

"Do you want more?" Luo Bei retracted his hand in embarrassment and asked.

Mu Yanqiu shook his head lightly, and a faint smile appeared on his lips, but it was a pity that the little leader who was condemning himself in his heart completely missed this tender and gentle smile.

After taking the medicine, Mu Yanqiu sat down for a while, played a game of chess with Luo Bei, and left happily after winning a big victory.

Under Luo Bei's intention and Mu Yanqiu's inadvertence, the three sour plum cakes were still lying alone on the plate.

"Mu Yanqiu." Luo Bei called, and Mu Yanqiu, who had walked some distance, turned around and looked at him suspiciously.

The corners of Luo Bei's mouth curled up slightly, and he called out, "Senior brother."

Then he paused deliberately, and after Mu Yanqiu's puzzled expression became more obvious, he said again: "If you are sick, you must be cured, so don't give up the treatment!"

After speaking, he immediately closed and locked the door, without giving Mu Yanqiu a chance to react.

What?Ask him if he is not afraid of Mu Yanqiu breaking in?What are you afraid of, Mu Yanqiu, who pretends to be gentle and elegant, would do such a cheap thing?Even when their relationship was the worst seven years ago, Mu Yanqiu would not be like this.

Mu Yanqiu stared at the closed door for a while before leaving, but there was a flash of smile in his eyes, he was really full of energy!

Luo Bei stretched in a good mood, every day that hurt Mu Yanqiu is a beautiful day.

When you see sour plum cake, huh?Why are you still here.

Cutting a pot of tea for himself, Luo Bei tapped the table with his fingertips, thinking about Cheng Wanbai's anomaly today.

I won't talk about Mu Yanqiu's daily nervousness, but his wound...although the blood doesn't flow much, but the distance is so close, and there is such a bloody smell, how could Cheng Wanbai, the head disciple of the Hall of Poison, not notice it? Why pretend not to know?Is the seemingly innocent Cheng Wan Bai really as innocent as he appears on the surface?Or is she just abnormal today?

And for a moment, he felt that Cheng Wan Bai was extremely charming and weird.

Luo Bei leaned on his head with one hand, and tapped the index finger of the other hand on the table. After a long time, he said, "An Yi, follow up and take a look, and pay attention to Cheng Wan Bai's recent actions."

A muffled 'yes' sounded low, and soon drifted into the air again, as if it had never existed before.