Questions and Returns - Looking for him thousands of times in the crowd

Nie Ziyao kicked Su Xun out, helped Liu Fang diagnose and opened the curtain to go out, but saw Su Xun standing at the door.

Seeing him coming out, Su Xun coughed a few times, "How is he?"

"There is nothing wrong with other places. It should be caused by the mental shock and excessive depression." Nie Ziyao blinked, and suddenly remembered something, "By the way, you said the deal before, what is the reward?"

Su Xun said: "I can promise you one thing."

Nie Ziyao paused, then said with a smile, "Then I'll go first."

Su Xun nodded, turned around and entered the tent.

The early autumn breeze blew up Nie Ziyao's hair, brushed across his cheeks, covering his eyes and that coquettish red mole of tears.

Liu Fan had a long dream.

In the dream, many people were talking to him. There were too many people, the voices were indistinct, and he couldn't understand what they were saying.

Later, he felt someone checking his pulse, and touched his head again. He wanted to wake up, but he couldn't.

Later, the hand was taken away, and after a while, someone was heard talking to him.

The voice is a bit muffled, very clear but incomprehensible.

Then his face was pinched, but it was very light, as if he was afraid of hurting him.

Then......

Then there is no more.

He gently opened his eyes, and saw a lonely profile.

With a little grievance in his loneliness, he directly hit the softest place in his heart.

Liu Fan's fingertips moved.

Feeling the movement of the fingertips in the palm, Su Xun raised his head and met two clear eyes.

He raised the corner of his mouth: "Are you awake?"

Liu Fan nodded, a little at a loss.

Su Xun stood up and was about to call Nie Ziyao, but her index finger was gently clenched.

"What's the matter?" Su Xun smiled, "I'll ask someone to look at it for you."

As he spoke, he gently pulled out his fingers, and when he turned around, the corner of his clothes was grabbed by a weak force again.

"What?" Su Xun smiled even more, "I'm not happy if I don't let go."

Liu Fan's fingers loosened for a moment, but not long after, they gripped his cuff tightly again.

"Liu Fang."

As soon as Liu Yan raised his head, he saw a magnified handsome face, and then his lips softened, and the warm and wet tip of his tongue swept across his lips.

!!!

Like a dragonfly touching water, gentle and playful, Liu Yan dodged his eyes around in a panic, and bumped into a pair of deep and shining pupils, with a hint of a smile, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

The body was out of control again, with both hands wrapped around Su Xun's waist, Liu Fang's face was slightly hot.

For [[-] characters are omitted here] when the fire was burning more and more intensely, Su Xun let go of the tenderness in his mouth, saw Liu Yan's slightly dazed expression and red and swollen lips, smiled and shook his head, before Liu Yan could respond When he came over, he turned and walked out of the tent.

Liu Fang was stunned for a while, his face was flushed hot, but before he could remember it, a stabbing pain in his head interrupted his thoughts.

Gee...

There was a soft sound, Liu Fan raised his head, the curtain was lifted, and Su Xun led a man in. The man was very good-looking, with untied hair, fluttering with the wind brought by walking. Xiao saw that there was a red tear mole in the corner of the man's eye, small and exquisite, very beautiful.

Seeing Liu Fang's pale face, Su Xun frowned.

Nie Ziyao lifted a corner of the quilt, and took out Liu Fang's hand to explore, his flat eyebrows furrowed suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Su Xun asked.

Nie Ziyao glanced at Liu Fang, and said in a low voice, "Did you do something to him..."

"I don't have one." Su Xun also replied in a low voice.

"Continue to edit."

"Cough..." Su Xun coughed at the beginning, and said, "Just... a kiss."