[Wearing the Book] The villain is not easy to mess with

A set of movements is so graceful that it doesn't look like beating people, but like a stage where light and shadow flow. When the graceful dancers are spinning, they gracefully return their hands and offer a hand kiss to express their gratitude to the clapping audience!

Oh my God!

Brother, you are so good-looking when you hit people? ! !

Jiang Yuran opened his eyes wide in shock.

It was also the first time for Shen Mo to be beaten by his own brother, and he froze in place, but he didn't recover, and he didn't care how red and swollen the five protruding finger marks on that handsome face were!

Shen Qian slowly put away his hands, and wiped his shirt cuffs in disgust, "Brother still thinks, brother is ridiculous?"

"You hit me! I grew up so big that even my father couldn't bear to hit me! You hit me!!!"

Shen Mo cried like he was crazy, with tears and snot streaming down his nose, and then he grabbed Shen Qian's hand abnormally, just when Jiang Yuran thought he was going to do something bad!

But he covered Shen Qian's hand to his face, and smiled with tears on his lips: "But it's really cool, brother, can you hit me again?"

Jiang Yuran's mind frantically ran through a bunch of shit, this... how long has he been suffering from this symptom?

Shen Qian shook off his hand as if he couldn't see that he was sick, "Brother, if you don't have anything important in the future, don't come to me!"

"Well, but my brother paid me this account, how should I settle it?"

"How do you want to count?"

"Why don't you exchange it with your food, ahaha..."

As soon as these words came out, Shen Qian made a slight sideways movement, as if he was staring at Shen Mo's tear-stained and smiling eyes through the pure white gauze!

Shen Mo's smile faded, "Why isn't brother unwilling?"

"It means you want it very much?"

Shen Qian did not answer directly, but asked rhetorically.

Shen Mo smiled sickly again: "Hahaha, of course I want it! My brother's things are always the best!"

"OK."

Shen Qian was half a head taller than him. When he spoke, he buried his slender neck towards him. The gauze on his face was just in line with Shen Mo's beautiful eyes. Let's exchange!"

The air was suddenly quiet.

The two men who were close at hand also seemed to be still, and even Shen Mo's smile was fixed on Jun's face!

Only Jiang Yuran, who was at the side, was terrified.

He thought that Shen Mo was perverted enough, but he didn't expect Shen Qian to be even more perverted, he actually peeped into the eyes of his own brother!

And he expressed his thoughts unabashedly...

According to his current injuries, the only way to regain his sight is to poach his own brother's eyes and transplant them into his own sockets...

What a frightening dog-blood drama is this?

Dad, I want to go home, Dad!

It was Shen Qian who finally broke the silence, and he asked back in his younger brother's tone: "Why, is my brother unwilling?"

Shen Mo was obviously frightened too.

He could only retreat, shrunk his pupils, straightened his sleeves and pretended to be calm, "Brother, I think you're seriously injured, I don't want to provoke you, so let's come visit you again in a few days!"

As soon as he left, Shen Qian sat back on the bed weakly, the cold aura on his body faded away like a tide, and he returned to the gentle and handsome appearance of a modest gentleman.

"Little clean freak, did he hurt you?"

Jiang Yuran felt a dull pain in his heart, he might not be that scary, he just said those words because he was afraid that my brother would hurt me.

It's really hard for him, and he has to hold on to everything.

Hurry up to help him, "I'm fine, I'm a big man, what can I do. But you, your brother is so wicked, will he take revenge on you?"

"No amount of revenge will kill me, after all, blood is thicker than water."

Shen Qian seemed to have thought of something, touched Jiang Yuran's soft wrist, grabbed it into the palm of his hand, inserted his fingertips into his fingers, and clasped it tightly, "I didn't scare you just now, did I? I just scared him. You Don't worry, even if he really exchanges eyes with me, I will never give you to him!"

Jiang Yuran didn't know what to say.

Anyway, I'm a cannon fodder, and I don't mind being a bargaining chip for any of you.

At worst, you throw me to him, and I'll just run away.

If it wasn't for seeing you pitiful and saving me, I wouldn't help you!

"...Uh, I, I'd better change your medicine for you."

……

Zhang Yu's room.

The psychiatrist was thrown naked on the bed, his face was buried in the pillow, his long hair was messy, and there was a little dampness caused by sweat stains. His fair skin with toughness was covered with mottled marks, and there were no signs of new bites in the teeth cavities on his neck. On the inside of the thigh, there are two eye-catching tooth holes that look like red plum blossoms tattooed on purpose.

On the fair and delicate skin, the swaying petals are burning and blooming.

Zhang Yu wore gold-rimmed glasses, a pair of white medical gloves tightly wrapped around his knuckles, and holding half a light blue injection, he walked towards the person on the bed.

Through the thin PVC medical gloves, the fingertips landed on the deeply sunken waistline, checking whether the lumbar spine was broken, and shuttled back and forth on the ridgeline until the pearls at the end of the ridgeline were round and smooth, and slapped hard Put it down with one stitch!

"what!!!"

The psychiatrist woke up with a scream, but it was a pity that his waist seemed to be broken, and he couldn't move at all. He could only twitch his body slightly, turned his head, and looked at the man behind him with distracted eyes.

"I didn't fuck you again, what's your name?" Zhang Yu raised his eyebrows, and the normal-colored pupils under the lenses reflected the skylight, like a vortex that could swallow people.

The psychiatrist caught a glimpse of the injection in his hand. In the transparent syringe, the light blue liquid medicine was being injected into the muscle little by little. He reached out and wanted to pull it out: "You, what did you inject me with?"

His hand was knocked off by Zhang Yu, "Don't move around, if the needle breaks inside, I won't pull it out for you!"

As the medicine was gradually pushed out, Zhang Yu pulled out the syringe abruptly, instead of pressing it with a cotton swab, he buried himself down and licked it gently with the tip of his tongue.

The soft warmth and humidity pressed through the pinhole, soaking into the skin wrapped in pain, and there was a strange tingling feeling amidst the pain, the psychiatrist tensed up all over, twitching and trying to escape, "Bastard, what did you inject me with! ?”

The fingers wrapped in medical gloves were cool, and they walked on the skin little by little. When they passed by the shoulder blades that spread their wings like a butterfly, they grabbed the messy long hair and forced the person to his lips. Zhang Yu stuck to his ear , with a low smile and spit out two words: "Spring/medicine!"

The psychiatrist's mentality jumped instantly.

Tears blurred the eyes, "You kill me!"

"Hahaha!"

Zhang Yu threw him away and laughed flamboyantly, "Emma, ​​I said baby, have you become more and more interesting since that soul wear?"

The psychiatrist was unlovable, so he threw him back into the pillow heavily, staring at the front with empty eyes without focus, Young Master Jiang, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't walk with you.