The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 700 My Wolf Friend (37)

After handling everything, Jiang Tang was already covered in sweat.

A cold sweat.

She spat out the towel in her mouth and stood up while leaning against the wall.

When she was about to push open the bathroom door, suddenly, there was a soft bang in the room.

So light, like an apple dropped on a plush rug, it's almost unnoticeable.

But Jiang Tang was very cautious now, she let go of her hand, and then held the knife in her palm again.

She cursed in her heart.

Now I really want to take a shower and sleep, can't fight tomorrow?
Jiang Tang was restless, holding the knife in his left hand and grabbing the handle of the bathroom door with the right, hearing the soft footsteps slowly approaching, and slowly, the door handle turned away from the outside.

The knife in his hand is ready to go.

Click.

The door opens.

Jiang Tang didn't drag his feet, and directly stabbed towards Xiasanlu with the knife!
She just wants to make a quick decision now, so she can only use extraordinary tricks.

Suddenly, the person in front of him shouted.

"Jiang Tang."

The familiar hoarse tone, just such a simple word, speaks like a three-year-old child babbling.

The knife in his hand came to a sudden stop five centimeters away from the target.

Jiang Tang raised his head, and Lang Jiu looked down at him with that curly haired head.

"Why are you here?"

Shouldn't he be in the city now? Camel Mountain is a two-hour high-speed train ride away from there. How did he find this place?

Lang Jiuchao didn't speak, just stepped forward, stretched out his arms to hug Jiang Tang's waist, and lifted her up easily.

"You, hurt."

He stared at her wound, his dark green eyes were deep.

Distress, anger, and self-blame.

He should protect his partner, but she is injured so badly now.

Jiang Tang listened to his words, the man's voice was low and hoarse, with deep distress in his tone, his head and ears could not be seen, as if he was in pain with Jiang Tang, drooping limply.

Jiang Tang didn't know whether to feel sorry for herself or him. Anyway, she just stretched out her bloody hand and touched the man's head.

"I'm fine, little injury."

Lang Jiuchao pursed his lips, held Jiang Tang on the sink, and carefully helped her wash the blood off her hands.

He doesn't know what to say, but tries to use actions to express his feelings clumsily.

When it reached her thigh, he imitated Jiang Tang's way of healing her, and wiped her blood with a wet towel, bit by bit, gently and carefully.

Jiang Tang didn't speak, and let him wipe it for himself.

Then put her on the bed.

"It hurts, medicine."

He wanted to go out, but Jiang Tang held him back.

"The pharmacy is closed. I'll buy it myself tomorrow. Come and sit down first."

Lang Jiuchao sat down obediently, his nostrils moved, and his heart was full of mixed emotions.

He was working hard, trying to ignore Jiang Tang's smell that belonged to another male.

It has a very strong taste, and I have been in close contact with Jiang Tang.

"Don't say anything now, change back to the original, I'm going to sleep."

Jiang Tang was very happy in his heart. When he was digging for bullets just now, he was still thinking that if he could sleep on Lang Jiuchao's belly at this time, it would be like iced watermelon in summer. It would be perfect.

As soon as he thought about it, this wolf, who would never appear according to reason, appeared in front of him.

Lang Jiuchao changed back to his original form, let Jiang Tang lie on the softest belly of his body, and then covered her with a big fluffy tail, patted the tip of the tail lightly, treating himself as a living big cushion.

Jiang Tang felt like he was lying on a cloud.

In the interstellar universe, the most advanced technology bed is not as comfortable as Lang Jiuchao's stomach.

(End of this chapter)