There is a sick girl before and a ghost after

"Uh..." The scene was a bit embarrassing, Wen Yuran saw that Qianlang was covering it with the small towel without changing his face, and said dryly, "Actually, you can use the towel on the shelf directly, I haven't used the one below No. I'll get you a change of clothes later, the caller seems to be in a hurry, why don't you call back first?"

"Thank you, it's good to leave the phone, I'll look at it later." Qian Lang responded with a smile, still firmly holding the small towel in her hand.

This made Wen Yuran a little suspicious.

It's really not that he deliberately smeared, but according to Qianlang's usual style, at this time, he probably didn't have any plans to cover up at all, and it would be good to ask him if he was naked.

"What are you blocking?" Looking at Qianlang suspiciously with her arms folded, Wen Yuran's eyes wandered around the towel, "It's all men who are shy. If you wipe yours, I'll come and give you a mobile phone."

He opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. Qian Lang just stood there silently, not moving for a while.

If it's okay, he will have sex with Qian Lang now.

With a bad premonition in his heart, Wen Yuran didn't want to play the guessing game, so he simply stepped forward and tore off Qianlang's towel.

"Damn it, are you fucking crazy!"

Wen Yuran almost thought that she was dazzled, or that she hadn't woken up at all.

He stared at the criss-cross scars on Qianlang's inner thigh, not knowing what to say at this time.

Wen Yuran pointed to the toilet: "Sit there with your legs spread out, let me take a look."

The only thing that made him a little bit more comfortable was that Qianlang didn't resist or make excuses, but sat down obediently and let him examine the wound.

This is obviously a new injury. The thin and long wounds are not deep, but there are a lot of them, which makes people feel uncomfortable. This kind of injury is obviously man-made, and it seems that they are quite skillful.The wound has not healed at all, not to mention that I went to the swimming pool for so long today, and took a shower for an hour after I came back. The completely dehiscated wound has already turned white.

Yin Mu said that the news that he had seen before also reported that Qian Lang had this kind of wound on his body. At that time, he thought it was just a fabrication made up by reporters.

Obviously the two maintain such an ambiguous posture, but currently neither of them has that ambiguous heart.

Wen Yuran took a deep breath, stood up, rubbed his temples to clear his mind, but his face was still not very good-looking: "I think we need to talk. What do you want to do? Make yourself like this and soak in the water for so long Time, are you tired of living?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

Sensing Wen Yuran's annoyance, Qianlang's face turned pale instantly, wanting to kneel down but worried that it would make Wen Yuran even more angry, his expression was obviously panicked.

"sorry Sorry……"

He wanted to ask Qianlang what he thought his fate was, but he didn't want to make himself more troubled after getting the answer, so he could only calm himself down, at least not to quarrel with the wounded for the time being.

In fact, Wen Yuran felt that he shouldn't have such a big reaction. Didn't he already know Qianlang's attitude towards his own health?But even so, he didn't expect such a thing to happen.

"Don't be sorry to me, it's not my leg you chopped off. Let me ask, what's the reason?" After the initial shock, Wen Yuran also calmed down a little, looked down at Qianlang, and frowned. , "I'm not a slave owner in the old society. If you have anything to tell me, I won't let you get out. We are so familiar, just tell me if you have anything to do."

Qianlang's eyes were obviously shaken, he couldn't help but raised his hand and grabbed Wen Yuran's sleeve, as if afraid that he would leave, he murmured: "This is punishment."

"Punishment?" Wen Yuran repeated inexplicably, "What punishment? Please explain clearly, who will punish you?"

"I did a lot of things that shouldn't be done, and I must accept punishment." Holding Wen Yuran's hand tightly again, Qianlang raised his head and looked straight into Wen Yuran's eyes, his voice trembling, "Otherwise... Otherwise, the master will not be found again."

"How can I be lost as a living person, even if I think there is no place to go when I evaporate from the world." Not quite understanding what Qianlang meant, Wen Yuran looked suspicious, "I promise I won't be gone, can you stop coming Is it such a scary thing? Are you going to die of pain?" Just looking at it like this made his legs ache.

"I'm very happy, if this can make atonement." Sensing that Wen Yuran was no longer so annoyed, Qianlang obviously calmed down a lot, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, gently rubbing Wen Yuran's hand with one hand, while the other lightly Slowly stroking the wound between his legs, "The family will use various criminal laws to punish slaves or clansmen who have done wrong things. If only such bleeding and pain can be my punishment, this is a big deal for me. A very lucky thing."

"What's so lucky about this? If you're talking about your usual hooligan behavior, why are you rushing to torture yourself before I'm even angry?" Wen Yuran still doesn't understand, why are there still people who want to live a good life? Make yourself uncomfortable?

Qian Lang tilted his head slightly, his eyes still fixed on Wen Yuran, and said with a light smile, "This is not self-torture. Your sadness will be my pain. As long as I can stay by your side, I will be very happy." If one ignores the current situation, Qianlang's smile looks quite gentle and happy at this time, "If you escape this trivial punishment, you will lose you in the end. This is the cruelest punishment."

Hearing these remarks, he was stunned for a while, and when Wen Yuran regained his composure, he heard Qian Lang's breathing becoming heavy at some point.Qian Lang was gently rubbing his cheek against the back of his hand, and the wound between his legs had already been pressed and kneaded until it bled again, and what caught him the most was the person between Qian Lang's legs who had raised his head a little bit. parts.

The old man blushed again, Wen Yuran quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been burned, turned around and ran out of the bathroom like fleeing from famine: "I'm going out to buy medicine! You wait here first!" It's all because the conversation was so bizarre, he couldn't Forgot that something as serious as the wound should be dealt with first.

——Mom, I met a pervert, it’s so fucking scary_(:з」∠)_

He naturally didn't know that after he ran out of the house in a hurry, Qi Feichen walked leisurely to the bathroom, leaned against the door frame, and looked at Qian Lang who was already wearing a bath towel with a half-smile: "It seems that you have made my sweetheart suffer. Not a little frightened, since ancient times, abrupt beauties have not been done by gentlemen."

Needless to say, Qian Lang also knew that he screwed up again.

He really wants to at least look like a normal person, but he always reveals the shadow that really exists in his heart in front of his master, which will cause trouble for his master.

"If you say a few nice words, maybe I'll help you with my kindness for a while." As if he didn't care about Qianlang's indifferent attitude, Qi Feichen followed him to the bedroom with a smile, but turned around and didn't look at him for a change. Clothes, "I dare not say anything else, but I am proud of this way of pleasing people."

As if he couldn't hear Qi Feichen's words, Qian Lang maintained an expression that was almost nothing, and put on his pajamas without saying a word.

"Do you know why I don't like you?" Qi Feichen didn't expect him to reply, and continued as if talking to himself, with a slightly nostalgic tone, "Because you are just like what I used to be."

"I tried my best in the past, but in the end I was defeated by the shackles of identity and morality. If I hadn't insisted on going my own way, maybe Ziling wouldn't have died under the three-foot cold light." Qianlang estimated that he had already worn it. Good clothes, Qi Feichen turned around and opened his arms slightly, as if showing off the wedding dress he hadn't changed, his voice was suddenly not as feminine as usual, but as low as an ordinary man, "This is what I look like now, very Human beings are not demons, neither Yin nor Yang, and are not tolerated by the world, and even the person you want to miss can't be found everywhere."

"Then what kind of result will you get?" Qi Feichen chuckled and bowed, "I'll wait and see."

After finishing speaking, he didn't say another word, turned and went back to the guest room.

And Qian Lang's expression remained unchanged, sitting quietly by the bed, seemingly unmoved.

***

The pharmacy was not far away, Wen Yuran only came and went for about 10 minutes, and when he opened the door, he was still a little guilty, wondering if Qianlang's certain needs had been resolved by himself.

As soon as he entered the bedroom, he saw Qian Lang sitting by the bed with an expression of "I'm very obedient", and Wen Yuran suddenly felt speechless.

——The image of this character changes so fast that I can't keep up with the rhythm.

Putting a bag of medicines on the bed, Wen Yuran felt that his brain was muddled again. The wound of this degree has been soaked in water for so long, and it is very likely to be infected. Instead of going to the pharmacy to buy medicine, it is better to go to the hospital immediately.

Feeling that her IQ is about to be lowered to the lowest level, Wen Yuran feels very sad about this.

"I couldn't turn my mind just now, so let's leave this medicine. Don't sit still, go to the hospital quickly, and it will be dark after a while."

"It doesn't matter. This kind of injury has no effect on me, and it won't be infected. It will recover soon after taking the medicine." Qianlang stopped Wen Yuran who was about to put on his coat again, and quickly picked out a few from the bag. Kind of medicine, "Thank you very much for buying medicine for me. After that, I can take care of it myself."

"Really? If you lie to me, I will lose my face?" Wen Yuran asked suspiciously.

"I'll never lie to you." Qianlang smiled instead at Wen Yuran's skeptical attitude, "This level of injury won't affect your actions. Otherwise, if something happens, how can I protect you?"

Although she was smiling, Qian Lang said it very seriously, and Wen Yuran also chose to believe this kind of rhetoric for the time being, so he didn't speak anymore, and quietly watched him treat his wound.

small theater:

The owner is very strange recently, and Xiaolan is a little confused, so she decides to ask Xiaohong and Xiaolan next to her: why does the owner always look at the photo of that person when eating?

Xiaohong: Probably better for dinner

Xiaolan: Then why does the master still look at the photo and touch her [beep——]

Xiaohong: He dare not face real people