Poor Little Guy is the Top Guy

   Chapter 133 How did you feed? (five more)

"Well"

  Xu was too nervous, Mu Qingcheng used too much force and overthrew Si Qingchen on the bed at once.

   The man pressed the wound on his back again, frowned, and groaned.

   "Si Qingchen!"

  The frightened Mu Qingcheng didn't even care about tidying up his clothes, so he rushed over and carefully pulled the person up.

   "Don't move, I'll take a look at the wound."

   But the man looked at her stubbornly and refused to turn his back.

   The meaning in Si Qingchen's eyes was too obvious, Mu Qingcheng just glanced at it, and instantly understood.

   "Brother Chen, let me see the injury, okay?"

"Um."

   So she could only soften her voice and beg him, which made the man nodded in satisfaction and turned around slowly.

   And at an angle that Mu Qingcheng didn't see, the corner of Si Qingchen's lips evoked a seemingly non-existent arc of success.

   Obviously, the wound that Si Qingchen had just tied opened again.

   Just because of the distance, Mu Qingcheng didn't see the true extent of the injury.

   Seeing it now, it is inevitable to be shocked.

   Right now, on Si Qingchen's back, there are no less than ten red and purple marks after being beaten by the cane whip, each of which has used all his strength, which is shocking.

  The inner flesh was turned out of a layer of vertical and horizontal ravines, hiding the old scars that had not completely subsided.

   mottled almost the entire back.

   At this time, Mu Qingcheng also saw that there were traces of various scars all over Si Qingchen's back and waist.

   She suddenly remembered various tasks about "Shadow"

   is actually more dangerous than Wuhen.

   Almost every time. I run the risk of no return.

   "Brother Chen's wound is open, I. I will reapply the medicine for you."

   Mu Qingcheng's intermittent choking made Si Qingchen frown instantly.

   He really wanted her to feel sorry for him, but he didn't want to make her so sad.

   "light and clear,"

   Just when Mu Qingcheng was about to turn around and get out of bed to get the ointment, Si Qingchen suddenly turned around and grabbed her wrist.

  I saw the girl looking at him with tears streaming down her face, but biting the corner of her lip, trying her best not to cry.

   "Tsk, **** it."

   Thick self-blame hit the man's heart, he pulled her hard and pulled her back into his arms with ease.

   "Don't cry, it's all minor injuries, I'm fine."

  “.”

   However, Mu Qingcheng did not speak.

   But it's not that she doesn't want to say it, she just... can't say it.

   Because once the "I'm sorry" is said, it means that she has lost all the way out.

   And Si Qingchen did not blindly persecute her.

   After coaxing patiently for a long time, he said with some annoyance,

   "Qingcheng, I feel that my backside may be bleeding."

"what?"

   Mu Qingcheng sat up straight in an instant.

   She hurriedly turned over Si Qingchen's body, and indeed saw that the wound in the middle had re-opened.

   A tinge of red blood flowed out.

   "There are too many scars. You can't just use ointment, you have to take medicine."

   "What to eat?"

   The man turned his head in confusion, but saw that the little guy had jumped out of the bed.

   Mu Qingcheng ran to the door and bent over to pick up the small bag that Sinan had thrown at the door.

   Soon, she turned out a small black cloth bag inside.

  Si Qingchen raised his eyebrows and watched her run back quickly, with an unspoken anxiety on his face.

  The little guy didn't even care to wear shoes, he was barefoot, and his calf was slender and firm, like a deer running hard.

  The indescribable cute temptation.

   And when Mu Qingcheng knelt down beside him again, he took out a dark brown pill from the cloth bag, and gestured to deliver it to Si Qingchen's mouth.

   "Qingcheng, have you fed me this medicine?"

  “.”

   As soon as the man grabbed her wrist, he rubbed the delicate touch under his fingertips.

   Mu Qingcheng was stunned.

   After a long while, he nodded slowly.

   But Si Qingchen suddenly exerted force, pulled her closer, deliberately lowered his voice and asked,

   "Then tell me, how did you feed me?"

   (end of this chapter)