Sick and beautiful people are not allowed to be white moonlight

Chapter 115
It was very quiet in the house.

Shangdu has obsessive-compulsive disorder. There are very few furniture in the house, all of which are black, and the layout is simple, with items ranging from small to large.

On the black sofa, Lingyan was lying on it, her cheongsam was still dripping, her hair was disheveled, her face was sweating coldly, and she was muttering something.

Shang Du leaned over to listen, but he didn't hear clearly, his eyes looked at her quietly, his lips were tightly pressed.

The tall figure squeezed timidly beside the sofa, staring at her.

Her lips are a delicate rose red, her long black eyelashes are curled up and long, and there are dripping drops of water on the side of her nose.

His fingers were rough and had thick calluses, and he rubbed them on her face casually.

Shang Du was absent-minded, obsessed with ghosts, his upper body leaned forward, close at hand, he was stunned, his eyes moved slightly, and finally only lightly touched the tip of her upturned nose.

Afterwards, the still steady princess hugged her, raised her feet and led the man into the bathroom.

The white bathtub was filled with hot water, Shang Du tore off a white towel and put it on the sink, hugged her, and asked her to sit on it.

Lingyan leaned on Shangdu's shoulder, still not awake.

Shangdu swallowed wildly, his fingertips trembled, and they wrapped around the button of her collar. The person in his arms seemed to feel something, and murmured softly, too softly to be heard clearly.

He looked troubled.

If she doesn't change her clothes, she may get sick.

Shang Du half hugged her waist, and said in a low voice, "I...I have my...eyes closed, so I won't...look...look."

After the words fell, he turned his head, trembling his fingertips to unbutton her.

Because my hands were too shaken, I couldn't untie it several times.

Shang Du gritted his teeth, and his voice contained anger: "I really... owe... I owe you!"

With a tight heart, he stared at her and unbuttoned her.

There are two figures illuminated by the lights on the white tiled wall. The woman has her hair covered, her facial features are three-dimensional and gentle, the man's side face is angular, and her Adam's apple is sliding and sexy.

After a long time, Shang Du put her naked into the bathtub, dripped a few drops of essential oil, and went out to stand at the door.

The tall back seemed to be oppressed by a heavy object, and he tried several times without stopping. His whole body was trembling, and his ears were red and dripping blood.

Shang Du opened the drawer in a panic, unpacked a pack of cigarettes, took out one, pressed the lighter with trembling hands, and lit it.

The white smoke he exhaled enveloped his eyes, covering his unknown emotions. He sat on the sofa, stretched his legs, leaned against his back, leaned his head lazily, and raised slightly.

The dark eyes are deeper.

……

When Ling Yan woke up, the small room, strange atmosphere, she lifted the quilt and found that the clothes on her body had been changed.

He was wearing a white daisy pajamas and white cotton socks on his feet.

Lingyan grabbed the hem of her clothes, walked out of the room, and saw Shangdu who was curled up on the sofa and still sleeping.

When Shang Du fell asleep, he was very docile, less fierce, and the scar on his face was about to peel off.

Seeing his eyelashes trembling, Ling Yan asked, "Sir, are you awake?"

"gentlemen?"

He shouldn't, Lingyan shouted again.

Lingyan licked her lower lip, poked his cheek, and said in a super soft voice: "I know you are not asleep, sir."

"Shangdu, my name is Shangdu." Shangdu couldn't pretend, he opened his black eyes, stood up from the sofa, poured a glass of water and drank it with his head up, looked sideways at her, his body was straight and stiff.

"You...why don't you leave?"

Lingyan squatted down, looking at him pitifully: "Shangdu, have you seen all of me?"

He was silent.

His eyes narrowed nervously.

Grabbing the hem of Hei T's clothes with his fingers, he opened his eyes and said nonsense: "I... mine was changed for you with... my eyes closed."

Shangdu has a bad habit, whenever he is nervous, he tends to stutter.

Ling Yan let out a sigh of regret, her small face puffed up angrily: "Aren't you interested in me?"

Shang Du flinched violently, restrained his panic, tried his best to look calm and took out the cigarette, put it in his mouth, turned on the lighter, and lit the cigarette.

He took a deep breath.

The air was suddenly quiet.

Ling Yan stared at him closely, as if she wanted to see something from Shang Du's face.

After a long time, Shang Du suddenly raised his eyes to look at her, raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled recklessly.

"I'm very interested in your body, do you want to have a one-night stand with me?"

The insulting words, he thought it would make her quit.

The smile on the corners of Lingyan's lips was restrained, and her words were merciless: "Shangdu, are you a duck? How much is it for a night? Let's see if I can afford it."

He took down the cigarette dangling from his mouth and held it between his fingertips, showing impatience.

"Oh, sorry, I don't like you."

He lowered his voice, spoke in a drawn-out tone, biting his words.

Lazy and needy.

Lingyan glanced at him, found the clothes and folded them, glanced left and right, hugged the courier, opened it and left.

The movements were done in one go, and he didn't even give him an extra look.

Shangdu just stood there, smoking one cigarette after another, until he finished smoking, he felt a little cramping in his stomach.

He suppressed his stomach, his brows and eyes flashed violently, he kicked the stool next to him, and fell to the ground, his body torn apart.

Burn it as firewood!
…………

Lingyan went back to the house, sat on the bed, opened the courier, there was a card cloth inside, opened it, and there was a pair of Huangdi Nine Needles inside.

The nine needles of the Yellow Emperor are the Bo needle, the round needle, the lifting needle, the sharp needle, the beryllium needle, the Yuanli needle, the filiform needle, the long needle, and the large needle.

For those who need needles, the head is large and the end is sharp, to drain yang qi; for those who need needles, the needles are oval-shaped, rubbed between the points...the front is small, and the water of organs is purged.Nine needles are finished.

The Nine Needles of the Yellow Emperor is an uncommon secret of the family of Yixuan in ancient times in the empire, and it is extensive and profound.

In addition, there is a black laptop computer and five or six medical books in tight packaging.

There are not many things, but a lot of packaging.

Lingyan picked up the needle and tried it, this time it was fine enough, not as thick as last time.

The old man who digs coal is finally useful.

It was not in vain for her to save him.

Ling Yan called the coal digger, and the answer was answered quickly.

"Miss Tang, are you satisfied with the Huangdi Nine Needles this time?"

"Well, aren't you insomnia? I'll send you some boxes of medicine."

"Oh! Ms. Tang, you are simply a reincarnated Bodhisattva. In my life, I, Bai, am willing to give you a mountain of knives and a hot pot..."

Ling Yan frowned in disgust, and cut off the phone.

What is the hot pot, it is the oil pot!
Suddenly, she thought of something again.

Called again: "Do you have a wife?"

"Yes... yes?"

"How did your wife chase you?"

The other side hesitated for a while, and asked tentatively: "It depends on what kind of man you are chasing. I can't stop taking advantage of you."

Lingyan sneered, and cut off the phone angrily.

Shang Du saw all of her, but was not tempted.

This coal digger is really unreliable!
(End of this chapter)