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In order to get rid of rich's strange colored waste, Cheng Hui first dried his hair in the bathroom before going out.

Yan Xiunian is sitting on the sofa with his legs folded to play with his mobile phone. When he hears the sound coming out, he throws the lock screen of his mobile phone to the side of the sofa, picks up two boxes of medicine and walks towards Cheng Hui.

Cheng Hui looks at Yan Xiunian approaching him, and suddenly gives birth to an illusion of what they are going to do.

"Go to the room." Yan Xiunian did not know where to take a small blanket, hanging on his arm, "the bed in the room is relatively large."

Cheng Hui said Good. "

What the hell is he thinking about! This is so normal!

Cheng Hui spits on himself and follows Yan Xiunian into his own room.

Yan Xiunian folded the quilt on the bed, put it on the pillow, and spread the blanket in the middle of the bed.

After all this, he turned his head and looked at Cheng Hui. He raised his chin in the direction of the bed: "go to bed, take off your clothes."

Cheng Hui's heart is floating across a large ellipsis.

Yan Xiunian uses this expressionless face to say this kind of words that will make people misunderstand. It's really a foul!

Cheng Hui almost doubted whether his own thoughts were impure or whether Yan Xiunian deliberately induced him to think wrong.

However, it turns out that Yan Xiunian did not induce him. He thought too much.

Yan Xiunian just threw aside his nightgown, which had one of his sleeves off. He dropped the medicine on the bruise on his waist, and spread the medicine very gently.

"This medicine may be a little cold." Yan Xiunian's warm finger abdomen pushed the cold medicine away, "is there no discomfort?"

Cheng Hui grabs the quilt hard so that he won't cry out. He tilts his head and buries his head in the soft quilt. He is almost suspicious of life.

Clearly just very normal ground daub medicine, why does he feel wound good urticance?

Looking at Cheng Hui, Yan Xiunian shakes his head. Thinking that he is in pain, Yan Xiunian quietly lightens his hand movements.

However, this is more like a sentence for Cheng Hui.

The eunuch had to endure. Cheng recalled, is not it just to apply a medicine? Why the hell does it itch!

His wound and its own thoughts?

Yan Xiunian sits by the bed waiting for Cheng Hui's wound to absorb the medicine, and then he takes another medicine and rubs it for him.

Yan Xiunian was also the first to see this kind of work of serving young masters. However, he was good at learning, and soon found out a way to knead medicine that made Cheng Hui feel comfortable.

Cheng Hui's body was stiff at first, then relaxed, and finally he went to sleep directly.

Yan Xiu's hands are full of potions. He turns to wash his hands and prepares to cover Cheng Hui with a bathrobe.

As a result, when he came back after washing his hands, the young man on the bed disappeared. There was only a little black cat lying on the white blanket.

Yan Xiunian didn't expect to just apply a medicine. Cheng Hui fell asleep and became the ninth day of junior high school.

He sat by the bed, shook two small heads of junior high school, and laughed silently.

It's really

On the ninth day of junior high school, he opened his eyes and looked at Yan Xiunian. It was estimated that Cheng Hui's injured waist had affected it. He even cried pitifully.

"Meow" sounds like coquetry.

Yan Xiunian looked at it for a while and realized that the ninth day of junior high school was showing weakness, so he put his hand on his stomach and rubbed it twice.

Who knows the ninth day of junior high school was really pacified by this action.

It came close to Yan Xiunian and rubbed him several times. When Yan Xiunian reached out to touch it, he turned his head and buried it in the palm of Yan Xiunian's hand. "Meow" is asking for comfort.