Quick Transmigration Blackening Big Brother Breeding Guide

Chapter 12

The warm palm and the smell of safflower oil fell on the young man's firm skin texture, and in just a moment, the young man's muscles tensed up.

A soft hum came from the young man's throat, and Lou Zhuang raised his eyes to look at him: "Does it hurt?"

Wen Yu's eyes flickered slightly, he turned his head to give Lou Zhuang the back of his head, and his voice seemed to come out from between his teeth: "It doesn't hurt."

Lou Zhuang raised her eyebrows, poured some safflower oil into the palm of her hand, and pressed it on without looking sideways.

During the whole process, I didn't hear a single word "pain", but the soft humming sounded from time to time made Lou Zhuang's eyes reveal a bit of a smile.

"Okay, it's getting late, let's go to bed early." Lou Zhuang screwed on the cap of the safflower oil and threw it into the box next to the bed, "I'll send you to take notes tomorrow."

Wen Jing tidied up his clothes and nodded in agreement.

Wen Zhen struggled to spread the spare mat that Lou Zhuang had bought on the floor, straightened up and pulled the neckline, and let out a breath.

Just now I was sweating all over from being tossed by Lou Zhuang, and there is no air conditioner in the room, only an electric fan, which is still facing Lou Zhuang, Wen Zhen is almost to death from the heat.

"Next." Lou Zhuang's voice came from behind, and Wen Yu subconsciously raised his hand to catch it.

Looking down, it was a fan.

It was also a gift from the opening ceremony of the Furniture City.

The advertisement above is very tempting, "No 998, no 888, only 588."

Wen Yu: "."

Wen Qi slapped his fan twice, and a trace of coolness hit his face.

Just when he was about to say thank you, he heard a slap, and there was darkness in front of his eyes——

Lou Zhuang turned off the light.

Wen Yu: "."

After kicking off the sandals and stepping on the mat, Wen Yu lay down with difficulty propping up on one hand, always being careful of the injured place.

It was early morning, and when the night was quiet, the sound of crickets outside was especially clear.

Wen Ping put his hands on his stomach, lying face up, staring at the roof.

He is not impulsive and easy to make enemies, and he didn't offend anyone in high school, but those people named him by name, saying that he offended people who shouldn't be offended.

Wen Yan rubbed his fingertips, smelled the smell of safflower oil, turned his head to look in the direction of the iron bed, his eyes were bottomless.

Lou Zhuang seemed to have fallen asleep, breathing lightly and steadily.

"What are you doing?" Lou Zhuang's voice sounded suddenly, startling Wen Zhen, almost bouncing off the ground, "You are not asleep!"

In the darkness, Lou Zhuang raised her eyebrows: "Staring at me in the middle of the night, trying to murder me?"

The corner of Wen Yan's mouth twitched, but he still followed his inner thoughts, and said in a solemn tone: "Thank you for tonight's matter."

Lou Zhuang turned over and thought of teasing: "Aren't you afraid that I will make people trouble you, and then the hero will save the beauty?"

Hero saves beauty
Thanks to her being able to speak.

Wen Ting: "...you are a good person."

Lou Zhuang, who was issued a good person card, snorted, turned over and lay flat, and did not speak again.

Wen Qi let out a breath, and fell asleep with a depressed mood.
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The next day, Lou Zhuang got up at five o'clock on time.

She went to bed too late last night, and Lou Zhuang was not so clear-headed, but her biological clock did not allow her to stay in bed.

Lou Zhuang relaxed, half-closed her eyes and got out of bed, put on her shoes and walked to the cubicle.

Before taking two steps, a muffled snort blasted away all the drowsiness that was left in Lou Zhuang.

Lou Zhuang lowered her head and met Wen Zhen's eyes.

".Sorry." Kicked someone.

Wen Yu rubbed his eyes, looked at the sky outside, and said hoarsely: "What time is it, why do you wake up so early?"

In the early hours of the morning, there was a sudden pain in the ankle, and the pain was so painful that I didn't sleep for more than two hours, and I didn't fall asleep until nearly four o'clock.

Now being woken up again by Lou Zhuang's foot, Wen Pu's eyes are drooping, his eyes are loose, and he will ascend to heaven in the next second.

　Posted 1w in the early morning, and reissued 2k~
　　According to the author, the lottery will be drawn before 25:[-] pm the next day. Today’s lottery on the [-]th will be opened tomorrow, and tomorrow’s lottery will be the day after tomorrow.

　　Good night, early sleep, good dreams.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)