Host, You're Targeted

Outside the camp, there were soldiers practicing. Qi Ding, who was sitting on the same couch, looked at Li Ying for a moment. After a moment, Qi Ding immediately jumped up from Li Ying and landed on the ground. He quickly picked up his shoes and ran out of the tent.

Xu Bei and his deputy watched Qi Ding run out, and his chin would fall off and hit the wool carpet.

Lying there unable to move, Li Ying's big eyes widened and seemed unable to believe what he had just seen.

Qi Ding, he actually stepped over from himself

Li Ying wanted to faint again.

At noon, Qi Ding boldly opened the door of the Shuai tent, and once again met Li Ying, who had propped up a little body with a pillow under his waist.

Because of the serious injury, Li Ying couldn't get out of bed easily. He could only support himself a little to read.

In the morning, Li Ying didn't want to give Qi ding a good look.

He just looked at it once and drew it back. He said coldly, "what are you doing here?"

Qi Ding knew it was his fault. He laughed twice, and the military doctor who came in after him came in with the medicine box on his back.

"Your Highness, I'll change your dressing."

So far, no one has told Li Ying that it was Qi Ding who gave him the medicine to clean up the wound. So when he heard Qi Ding say this, he only thought that he came to ridicule himself or make amends for the morning's incident.

Of course, he prefers the former.

"No need." Li Ying didn't want to have anything to do with Qi Ding, "just let the military doctor come. General Qi, you'd better go and have a rest."

"That won't do!"

Qi Ding sat down on the couch and stretched out his hand to pull Li Ying's clothes. Li Ying subconsciously raised his hand to block the wound, which made him hiss.

Li Ying immediately showed an innocent expression on his face. He let go of his hand and stopped moving. The tone of his conversation with Li Ying was very similar to that of an old friend.

"Look, your highness, why are you suffering?"

It was the first time that Li Ying was pulled by a man's collar to undress him. His face was a little unnatural.

He pulled his collar to let Qi Ding let go and turned his face away from the man's face.

"Just let go and change my dressing. Let the military doctor come."

Hearing this, Qi Ding blinked his big eyes innocently and leaned forward to approach him.

A wisp of hair fell from his shoulder as he leaned forward and hung on Li Ying's long hair, which seemed to entangle.

He looked at Li Ying, whose face was full of words "it's very uncomfortable for you to be so close to me." his eyes raised a narrow smile.

"But your highness, I cleaned your wounds, and I gave you medicine and bandages."

With that, Qi Ding got closer and closer, and Li Ying would lie down across the pillow at his waist.

Standing on the side of the military doctor clearly saw Qi's hand stretched to the waist of his highness nine. He immediately closed his eyes and recited three times, "do not look at others if you are not polite.".

"Do you think it's my turn to change the dressing?"

"You..."

Li Yinggang said a word, he felt that his waist was empty, and he lost something to rely on. The whole person had no strength to smash under him.

Suddenly, a pair of powerful arms went around his waist, instead of the pillow that had been taken away to support his body. Then there was a hand on the back of his head, and the man gently laid him flat on the couch.

It's Qi Ding.

Qi Ding laughs and pulls his arm back from his waist and licks the tiger teeth at the corner of his lips.

"Your Highness, after all, you are an inconvenient patient, so don't struggle."

Qi Ding beckoned to the military doctor and opened the medicine box to get the tools and medicine.

Lying there, Li Ying was stiff because of the hug that didn't count as a hug. Looking at Qi Ding's smiling face, Li Ying was stunned for a moment. He turned his head and covered his face with a book.

Under the book, he blushed.