squeamish bag [rebirth]

Lou Jing had never been so intimate with anyone before. He was stunned for a while, but soon recovered, and withdrew his hand like an electric shock.

He forgot that Yan Qinghe was still holding his arm, and at the same time pulling out his hand with great strength, he also pulled Yan Qinghe up.

Following the inertia, Yan Qinghe rolled over the edge of the bed and fell to the ground.

"Hiss...it hurts so much!" Although Yan Qinghe was dizzy from burning in his head, the pain was real, and he woke up immediately.

"Lou Jing?" Yan Qinghe subconsciously called Lou Jing's name.

Lou Jing blushed and whispered, "I didn't mean to..."

"What is it intentional or not? You light the lamp quickly..." Yan Qinghe said, while clutching his forehead tightly, he got up, muttering in his mouth: "Why did you get out of bed..."

Lou Jing was ready to be scolded by Yan Qinghe, now hearing what Yan Qinghe said, he knew that he didn't know what happened just now.

Apparently, he rolled out of bed because of his dishonesty in sleeping.

Lou Jing lowered his head guiltily, thinking to himself that since Yan Qinghe didn't know what happened just now, he should just pretend it didn't happen.

He quickly lit the kerosene lamp, and walked slowly in front of Yan Qinghe.

"Mirror!" Yan Qinghe stretched out his hand.

Lou Jing fetched the mirror as he said, and handed it to Yan Qinghe.

Yan Qinghe ignored him, he took the mirror, put his face in front of the mirror, and carefully examined his forehead.

Not surprisingly, he saw a flush on his forehead.

Come to think of it, this should have just fallen, right?

Yan Qinghe moved closer to the bronze mirror, trying to see clearly what the wound on his forehead looked like, but the bronze mirror was not a mirror after all, the background was dim and yellow, and the wound was not clearly visible at all.

He put down the mirror helplessly, turned to the building view, pointed to his forehead, and asked seriously: "Look here, is it very red? Is it swollen?"

Lou Jing looked at the red, swollen and protruding place on his forehead, and the guilt in his heart deepened. He nodded heavily and said, "It's very red and swollen..."

When Yan Qinghe heard it, he felt that the place where he was sore was getting more painful, and he couldn't help but stretch out his hand to rub his forehead.

However, before his hand touched the wound, Lou Jing stopped him, "I'll give you medicine."

Medication?

The scald ointment from last time came to Yan Qinghe's mind immediately.

"You still want to put lard bark on my face?"

Yan Qinghe shook his head reflexively: "I don't! I don't take medicine!"

He never wanted to smear that kind of weird thing for a second time!

Yan Qinghe backed away while refusing, his eyes were still staring at Lou Jing cautiously, fearing that he would come up with some weird ointment to torment him.

Lou Jing saw Yan Qinghe's resistance, and he patiently explained: "Don't worry, the ointment this time does not contain lard bark..."

"I won't take the medicine!" Yan Qinghe was determined not to take the medicine.

No lard bark, doesn't mean there are no other strange things!

Lou Jing wanted to say something else, but Yan Qinghe quickly stopped him: "I just fell down, this kind of injury is too small, don't make such a fuss, I'm a man! Or do you think I'm not a man?"

Yan Qinghe narrowed his eyes and stared at Lou Jing threateningly. If he dared to say that he was not a man, he would never end with him.

Lou Jing's lips murmured for a long time, but in the end he didn't say anything, so he could only compromise that he would not take the medicine.

Yan Qinghe is now satisfied.

After staying outside the quilt for a long time, Yan Qinghe only felt that it was too cold, he climbed onto the bed in twos and twos, covered the quilt before looking at Lou Jing, yawning, and said: "It's late, you should go to bed early. "

"Go to bed first, I'll make you some medicine." Lou Jing said seriously.

Yan Qinghe looked bewildered: "What medicine to cook?"

"You have a fever..." Lou Jing reminded him.

Yan Qinghe was even more confused, "Do I have a fever?"

He reached out and touched his forehead, it was hot, as if he really had a fever.

Yan Qinghe waved his hands disapprovingly and said: "It's so late at night, people are freezing to death, don't fry it, let's fry it tomorrow."

The author has something to say:

Broken computer card will die ah ah ah...

The scumbag author decided not to be a scumbag tomorrow, and another chapter will be thick and long during the day!

Thank you arms dealer for the grenade!Very good little angel, you have successfully attracted my attention... Thank you Suanran, Liangbo, Kuhai, Lianshu, Chestnut, Duckweed and other little angels for your company, I will try to... try not to be a short guy, try to let me Your blades cannot be sent out.

Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution for me~

Thanks to the little angel who cast [Mine]: Russian arms dealer Lena 1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

10 bottles of Russian arms dealer Lena; 1 bottle of bitter sea;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!