A happy event in a fertile field: the black-bellied husband is as beautiful as a flower

Chapter 877

Qiu Ke drove Ming Yanjun to sleep on the couch, Ming Yanjun was still very puzzled, and said: "I went to get it for you specially, why don't you drink it? If you don't drink it, give it to me, let it hang there tomorrow. It doesn't smell like alcohol."

Qiu Ke could not argue: "I won't drink that wine, and neither can you."

Lord Ming Yan looked at him and said, "You are really strange."

After that, she lay down on her side with her back to him.

Qiu Ke also lay down slowly on the outside, and it is not too much to lie on the ground between the two of them.

The lights in the house were turned off, and the night outside the window was silent.

Qiu Ke closed her eyes, but couldn't sleep for a long time.

that wine...

Although the old wine is mellow and smooth, it has much stronger aftertaste, not to mention the deer blood wine that invigorates blood and relieves dryness...

Qiu Ke only drank half a bowl, but now the strength of the wine came to the surface, and a ball of hot air was rushing back and forth between the chest and abdomen.

He felt that his mouth was dry and hot, and he opened his eyes after a while, and there was a wave of heat floating in the eye sockets.

He couldn't help moving his Adam's apple, got up and drank two bowls of cold water, trying to suppress the heat.

Mr. Ming Yan was not asleep either, she was listening to Qiu Ke's movement, turned around and came back at this time, watched his drinking water movement, and said, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Qiu Ke's voice was a little hoarse, and said: "Don't worry about it. Go to sleep."

Ming Yanjun waited silently for him to come back after drinking the water.

Qiu Ke said again: "Turn around and sleep."

Before Ming Yan-jun could turn around, he turned his back to Ming Yan-jun.

Seeing that he was so abnormal, Mr. Ming Yan asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Qiu Ke replied, "I'm fine."

Ming Yanjun thought for a while, and said again: "But what did I do wrong during the day?"

It took him a while to answer, "No."

Ming Yanjun looked at his back, and suddenly said: "I'm sorry."

Qiu Ke froze slightly, his voice became hoarse, "I'm sorry for what?"

Lord Mingyan said: "During the daytime, I shouldn't insist on picking the tallest wild fruit on the tree, so as not to hurt your waist."

Qiu Ke smiled lowly, and said, "Fool. I'm not angry with you, nor unhappy, I just...it won't affect you. Go to sleep."

But Mr. Mingyan was concerned about his injury, so he didn't feel sleepy for a while.

She looked at his faintly tense back in the night in silence for a while, and then asked, "Is your waist better? Is it still hurting?" After a pause, she said, "If it still hurts, I can help you." You knead."

She didn't know what kind of psychology it was, and slowly stretched out her hand towards him.

Maybe it was to appease him, because he didn't seem to be feeling well.

She was not sure about the condition of his waist injury, she should have asked if there was any Dieda wine when she was looking for scald medicine and deer blood wine.Maybe rubbing it with Dieda wine can relieve it.

It's just that it's very late now, everyone has gone to bed, if you want to ask Diedajiu, you have to wait until tomorrow.

Before her hand touched Qiu Ke's back, how did she know that Qiu Ke seemed to have a pair of eyes on the back of her head, and suddenly said in a low voice, "Don't touch me."

Ming Yanjun's hand paused.

Then she ignored Qiu Ke's words, put her hand on his back, and comforted him lightly.

In the past, when Qiu Ke comforted her, she always rubbed her head and occasionally patted her on the back, but now it was her turn to comfort him, and she was unambiguous.

However, the moment her hand touched Qiu Ke's back, his body temperature spread to her fingertips through the fabric, not only did his figure not relax, but he was instantly tense.

Qiu Ke's breath stagnated, and she took a deep breath.

He grabbed Ming Yanjun's wrist suddenly, the temperature in his palm was terribly hot, and said in a slightly high-pitched voice: "I told you not to touch it, why didn't you listen?"

Ming Yanjun was startled, and the next moment, Qiu Ke turned around suddenly, and with great strength in her hand, she forcefully pulled her into her arms.

Before Ming Yanjun could react, she was pushed down by him.

She opened her eyes, her whole body was wrapped by his heat, her throat was a little hoarse: "You..."

He hugged her very tightly, his arms like iron hoops tightly hooked her body.The breath fell to her neck, making her tremble.

Qiu Ke lowered her head, her lips were still close to her ear after all, she didn't make any unnecessary movements, her voice was very hoarse, and said, "What am I? I told you not to touch it."

Mr. Mingyan reacted belatedly, the scenes that had been kept in the back of her mind all this time were pulled out uncontrollably because of his behavior tonight.

She opened her mouth, took a breath, and put her hands on his shoulders to push him away.

However, that would only make him crush her even more.

"Don't move." He whispered in her ear, "I don't want to do other things to you to scare you, but don't move."

His voice was like a spell, so familiar yet mixed with strangeness, finally made Ming Yanjun's hand on his shoulder loosen a little bit as if the strength had been removed, and his fingers curled slightly, unconsciously holding him. The placket of his shirt was clenched in his hand.

Her eyes were a little hot, her breath was full of his body, and she was dazed.

If he looked up, he should be able to see the warm light in her eyes.

It's just that he never looked up.

He held her like this, wanting to hold her until time stood still and the years grew old.

Later, he whispered again: "Do you know what stag blood wine is? You dare to drink it for me casually."

Ming Yanjun murmured: "I only know that your back hurts."

When Qiu Ke heard this, she couldn't help chuckling, her voice seemed to be filled with a layer of lingering (crab) sentimentality, and told her: "This can't cure the bruised back pain, this can only cure the indulgence (crab) desire (crab) Excessive back pain."

Ming Yanjun opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't speak.

She was in a daze, and she couldn't feel anything except that she was being embraced by him.

She had never experienced such an experience, obviously his body weighed heavily on her, but her heart was very light.

She personally felt that as the night passed, his arms gradually turned from hot to warm, and the tightness on his body gradually disappeared.

He had survived a series of depression and patience, and he didn't act rashly even though the woman he wanted the most was in his arms.

Just being able to hold her was good enough.

Later, Ming Yanjun heard his own voice asking: "Can you show me your injury?"

Qiu Ke said, "I can't."

"Why not?"

He said: "It's nothing more than a bruise. I used to have it often. It's not serious. As a man, why can't you bear it? What's more, if you see it, it will heal..."

As soon as the words fell, Ming Yanjun raised his hand unexpectedly, and pressed on his lower back.

Qiu Ke caught off guard and twitched lightly.

(End of this chapter)