It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

Yinxian Valley is divided into Waigu and Neigu. All the disciples in the sect live in Waigu. They are also entertained by people who come to seek medical advice on weekdays. Only the Valley Master and his direct disciples are eligible to live in Neigu. Wen'ai's master, the previous Valley Master, has already wandered around, and now this huge Neigu lives alone.

Oh, that's not right, but also add a Zhuo Yiqing who only has half his life left.

Zhuo Yiqing was really hurt, so he hung more than the dead. It took Wen Ai an hour to treat his skin wounds, sweating profusely, and then ran to the medicinal material store non-stop to dispense the medicine. , After preparing the medicine, throw it into the medicine jar and start boiling.

A pair of medicine has to be boiled three times, and the concoction of these three times is mixed together, and then it is considered as medicine.

Wen Ai spent more than an hour in the kitchen, and had to go back to the bedroom from time to time to take a look at Zhuo Yiqing's situation in the middle of the journey. He ran back and forth panting, almost sticking out his tongue like a pug.

While taking the medicine, Zhuo Yiqing woke up once, and saw Wen Ai's face dangling in front of her eyes, her cheeks were red, the tip of her nose was sweating, and her pink lips were half-opened. To breathe. Zhuo Yiqing wondered if this was the cuteness who had imagined him in a spring dream again, closed his eyes and enjoyed it in the dream.

Zhuo Yiqing slept for five days in this sleep, Wen Ai changed his medicine every day, sometimes he had to get a few shots depending on the situation. Anyway, it was tired and boring. The previous two days were too tired, and it's time. Insomnia at night. Wen Ai was lying on the bed and wanted to chat with the system, but the system was busy eating snakes, and it took a long time to reply a word or two. In the end, Wen Ai could only memorize the Pharmacopoeia silently, until I fell asleep, there was a smell of herbal medicine in the dream.

On the morning of the sixth day, Wen Ai washed himself well, and brought the rice soup into Zhuo Yiqing's room. Zhuo Yiqing was already awake, but the skin and flesh were so badly wounded that he couldn't move for a while, and he could only rely on him to feed it spoon by spoon.

The rice soup was specially ordered by Wen'ai disciples to boil it. It was thick and thick, and smelled particularly fragrant. He scooped up a spoonful and blew it carefully before sending it to Zhuo Yiqing's mouth.

Zhuo Yiqing drank it cooperatively, but stared directly at Wen Ai with a pair of eyes.

Wen Ai was uncomfortable when he saw him, so he thrust the spoon into his mouth vigorously: "Look at what I do! Eat quickly, I haven't gotten up in the morning."

Zhuo Yiqing tilted her head, avoiding the spoonful of rice soup that Wen Ai had brought up, and raised her chin at him: "You eat it."

Wen Ai: "I don't drink this, I will save my stomach and eat buns later."

Zhuo Yiqing let out an "um" and accelerated the speed of swallowing the rice soup.

When it was time to change the dressing, Wen Ai felt that Zhuo Yiqing was better off waking up. When he was still unconscious, Wen Ai stripped the person and changed the dressing and didn’t think there was anything. Treating the disease and saving the person, there is nothing to avoid. of. But now Zhuo Yiqing is sober and conscious, Wen Ai can't get it off.

After struggling for a while, Wen Ai asked Zhuo Yiqing to sit on the head of the bed, first changed the medicine on his upper body, and then reached out to untie his waistband.

Compared with the criss-crossing knife marks on the chest and back, Zhuo Yiqing's lower body was only injured a few times, but the group of assassins were also quite powerful. They scratched the base of Zhuo Yiqing's right thigh at a very tricky angle. After two knives, the wound is not deep, but the location is awkward.

Wen Ai knelt and sat between Zhuo Yiqing's wide open legs, bent his right leg up, exposing the wound at the base of his leg, leaned down and untied the bandage to start dressing.

This pose is really easy to imagine.

Zhuo Yiqing watched Wen Ai's hurried movements condescendingly, and the corners of her mouth raised silently.

Wen Ai quickly changed the medicine, and quickly lifted his head from Zhuo Yiqing's legs. The blushing face didn't know if it was caused by the congestion by bowing his head for too long, or he was ashamed.

After some more time, Zhuo Yiqing's hands and feet could move twice, and Wen Ai began to padlock his door, but it was a bit inconvenient to get in and out.

On this day, Wen Ai opened the door and came in, and Zhuo Yiqing happened to practice walking slowly in the house.

Wen Ai looked around for a while and concluded: "I can get off the ground."

Zhuo Yiqing gave him a thumbs up: "Thanks to Little Cute for taking care of me."

Wen Ai walked around him without saying a word, and dragged out a large pile of cloth-covered objects from under the bed. Zhuo Yiqing curiously walked to the side and looked at it. Wen Ai backhanded and used the iron ring to buckle. Hold his ankle.

Zhuo Yiqing raised her eyebrows and shook the iron chain on her right foot: "What are you playing with?"

Without a word, Wen Ai locked Zhuo Yiqing's left foot with a "click".

"It's so direct." Zhuo Yiqing sat down on the edge of the bed and said with a smile, "Afraid that I might run away? Don't worry, I won't go if you drive me away."

Wen Ai stood up, handcuffed Zhuo Yiqing's hands with a pair of iron rings, and pulled the chain to the end to make sure that the buried iron chain was strong and undamaged. Then he held his arm and said to Zhuo Yiqing: "This chain is made of meteorite iron. After wearing it, the internal force will be sealed. You can move around freely in this room, but don't think about other things."

Zhuo Yiqing tried her exercises and found that the true energy was stagnant, almost solidified.

The smile at the corner of his mouth faded, but his tone was still ambiguous: "Are you trying to lock me here and do bad things?"

"Where do you have such a big face?" Wen Ai sneered, "I picked you up because I needed a strong medicine man."

The corners of Zhuo Yiqing's mouth flattened: "You mean, if my internal strength is shallow, you wouldn't save me at that time?"

"Almost." Wen Ai felt his chin and thought for a while, "But if you have a shallow internal strength, wouldn't you have already returned to the West before I arrived?"

The smile in Zhuo Yiqing's eyes completely disappeared. After a while, he curled his lips to himself: "Little cutie, I will let you know that imprisoning God is a very dangerous thing."

Wen Ai doesn't know how dangerous Tiangan is, but he found that Tiangan's physical fitness is really good, and his self-repair ability is excellent. Zhuo Yiqing used to be a person who sank half of his body into the Wangchuan River, but now it is only half a month old, and his internal and external injuries are almost completely healed.

But now that it's all done, let's walk through the plot.

It was written in the task prompt that Yin Qianshuang took half a bowl of Zhuo Yiqing's blood every day to study poisons that could deplete martial arts.

Wen Ai found a sharp dagger, took an empty bowl, and ran into the room where Zhuo Yiqing was being held.

Zhuo Yiqing was sitting by the window and painting. The heavy handcuffs on his wrists did not seem to affect his state. Wen Ai stood by and watched silently for a while, and found that Zhuo Yiqing originally painted a scene of herbs drying in the courtyard outside. The style of painting is quite realistic.

After two cups of tea, Zhuo Yiqing finally put aside his pen. He turned his head and saw the knife and bowl in Wen Ai's hand. Knowingly asked, "What do you want to do by staying with me for so long?"

Wen Ai looked at Zhuo Yiqing's hand and then at the painting on the table. The dagger in his hand became tighter and tighter, and finally ran out without saying a word.

The next day, Wen Ai ran in again holding an empty bowl, shaking out a pill from the medicine bottle and holding it up in front of Zhuo Yiqing: "Eat."

Zhuo Yiqing didn't take it, lowered her head and smelled it. The tip of her nose was about to poke the palm of Wen Ai's hand. Itching made Wen Ai especially want to scratch herself with her nails.

"What do you smell? You can't afford to smell it." Wen Ai squeezed Zhuo Yiqing's mouth open, patted his hand up, and patted the pill directly into Zhuo Yiqing's mouth. Unwilling to withdraw, covering his mouth to prevent him from vomiting.

A trace of joke flashed in Zhuo Yiqing's eyes, and she put her tongue out and made a circle on Wen Ai's palm.

Wen Ai gave a short cry and withdrew his hand like lightning.

"Believe it or not, I cut off your tongue?" Wen Ai wiped his hands frantically on his clothes, the white and tender palms of his hands were rubbed red.

Zhuo Yiqing propped his chin with her hand, looking at him in time: "Believe it, if you dare to move the knife."

Wen Ai raised the teapot beside him and poured water on his hand, and retorted without raising his head: "Don't irritate me, let me tell you, otherwise I can really do it."

Zhuo Yiqing opened her mouth just to say something, suddenly her throat sweetened, and a large amount of blood was spit out.

Wen Ai immediately threw aside the teapot and used an empty bowl to catch Zhuo Yiqing's vomiting blood. After almost half of the bowl was collected, Zhuo Yiqing didn't vomit blood much.

"Wipe." Wen Ai threw a clean handkerchief to Zhuo Yiqing, and walked away without looking back while holding the bowl.

In the plot, Yin Qianshuang developed a poison that can swallow the internal force within a month, and Wen Ai must also produce results within this time limit, and then pour it into the male lead.

Throughout the afternoon, Wen Ai locked himself in the medicine room to study poison prescriptions.

The next day, Wen Ai fed Zhuo Yiqing another pill like yesterday, and then waited for him to vomit blood with a bowl. His slick eyes were unblinking, like a well-behaved child waiting for sugar.

Zhuo Yiqing couldn't help poking his full forehead: "I like my blood so much?"

Wen Ai nodded without thinking.

Zhuo Yiqing narrowed those inviting peach eyes: "If you don't lock me, I am willing to cut half a bowl for you every day."

Wen Ai shook his head firmly: "Your hint is too obvious, give up, I won't let you go, you are ready to die in the valley as soon as possible."

"Old death?" Zhuo Yiqing smiled and leaned back in the chair, "So you are planning to stay a hundred years old with me."

Wen Ai squeezed the back of his head and squatted his head down: "Don't look up. The blood will flow into your neck later."

As soon as the voice fell, Zhuo Yiqing vomited blood.

Wen Ai hurriedly caught all of them with a bowl without spilling: "Look, you see, fortunately I will be in time!"

There was a little pride in his tone, Zhuo Yiqing heard it, and suddenly he was angry and funny, the corner of his mouth grinned, revealing a mouthful of blood-stained teeth.

Wen Ai was close to him, and was shocked by him unexpectedly. The blood in the bowl almost didn't hit the ground.

Wen Ai does not know how to cook. Three meals a day are prepared by the disciples of Waigu and sent in. Wen Ai usually eats with Zhuo Yiqing. At the moment, the two of them are sitting at the dinner table. Put the plates on the table in the same way.

Zhuo Yiqing quickly noticed that the dishes tonight were unusual, such as steamed yam with red dates, glutinous rice dates, stir-fried pork liver, white-cut pork liver, tomato and pork liver soup...even the rice was mixed with black beans.

They are all ingredients for blood.

After the disciple who delivered the meal withdrew, Zhuo Yiqing raised her eyebrows and asked, "Want to give me blood?"

Wen Ai nodded, and smoothly pushed the fried pork liver in front of him to Zhuo Yiqing: "Eat, half a bowl of blood every day, I'm afraid you will be squeezed out by me then, where can I find such a good medicine? People go."

Zhuo Yiqing was amused: "Then say that I am quite precious with you?"

Wen Ai was grabbing the drumsticks on the roasted chicken and pulling out, taking time to glance at him: "Yeah, you are rarer than me. Look at this big table of dishes. Apart from this dish of roasted chicken, there is basically nothing wrong with me. Child."

Zhuo Yiqing stretched out his chopsticks to help him break the bones that connect the chicken leg and the chicken body: "Don't do it next time, I don't like these either."

Wen Ai gnawed on the chicken legs as he wished, and his eyes were bent: "Then what do you like to eat?"

Zhuo Yiqing thought for a while: "Water chestnut, my specialty over there, but unfortunately it's not in season now."

Wen Ai's mouth was greasy: "Don't add that sentence after you, as if I will help you get it in the current season."

Zhuo Yiqing looked at Wen Ai gnawing chicken legs, smiled and shook his head: "Little bandit with no conscience."

The next day, Wen Ai rummaged in the medicinal material library, and found a pile of water chestnut in the medicine cabinet where the polygonatum was prepared. I don't know which disciple of the lack of heart Waugu didn't see it clearly when he checked the medicinal materials.

Wen Ai stared at the pile of water chestnuts for two seconds, then turned to go to the clothes pole in the yard and pulled a sheet back, spread it on the ground, picked out the water chestnuts and threw it on the sheets.

Water chestnut and Huang Jing look a bit similar, and they are all black, it is a bit eye-watering when they are picked to the back.

The system was surprised: "Why are you so nice to him?"

Wen Ai rubbed his eyes: "I'm not being kind to him, I just feel sorry for him."

The system moves the small bench out: "Tell your story."

Wen Ai: "...There is no story. It's mainly because I take people's blood every day, which hurts my body and self-esteem. My conscience is disturbed."

System: "However, he doesn't look like he's hurt his self-esteem."

Wen Ai: "After a layer of skin, you can't see his heart. What if it is a strong smile? He was conspired by two brothers, and I was arrested again... He took care of me before. Yesterday he said he wanted to eat water chestnut, and I found it today. Destiny is really unacceptable."

The system hates iron but steel: "Your heart is so soft, the task is to eat jujube pills!"

The water chestnut was almost picked, and Wen Ai gathered the four corners of the bed sheet toward the middle, knotted it, and barely tied it into a big baggage, and dragged it to the kitchen.

Wen Ai tried to cook a pot, according to the system Baidu method, first cook for fifteen minutes, then simmer for ten minutes, when the lid is opened, the fragrance of water chestnut overflows the kitchen, and the whole bamboo house smells like this.

When Wen Ai walked into the room with a small food bowl, Zhuo Yiqing was already sitting at the table and waiting: "Didn't you say yesterday that I didn't buy anything for sale? Why did you suddenly cook it today?"

"I accidentally found it in the medicinal material library. I don't know how long it has been. It is just right to use you to try the poison." Wen Ai put the snack bowl in front of Zhuo Yiqing, "eat."

Zhuo Yiqing looked down at the water chestnut meat in the basin that was all cracked into small pieces, and couldn't help but say, "How come it is peeled like this?"

Wen Ai stood beside him with his hands back: "Are you using it for food or for viewing? Besides, I think I peeled it well."

Zhuo Yiqing twisted it and tasted it: "It tastes good, but it looks good...your little hands are so beautiful, why are they so stupid to move?"

Wen Ai slapped his hand as he continued to reach into the basin: "Then don't eat it!"

Although Zhuo Yiqing's internal strength was blocked, her eyesight was still sharp. As soon as Wen Ai's hand stretched out from behind, Zhuo Yiqing could see the red and swollen fingers. He wrinkled his brows and lifted Wen Ai's He grabbed his hand and looked at it carefully, then he lowered his voice and asked, "Did you peel the water chestnut?"

Wen Ai refused to pay attention to him with his temper.

Zhuo Yiqing felt distressed now, and gently touched his red and swollen fingertips: "Does it hurt?"

As soon as Zhuo Yiqing's expression of pity came out, Wen Ai couldn't suppress the grievances in his heart, and said, "What do you mean? I'm kindly peeling it off for you, you still dislike my stupid hand..."

Wen Ai looks like a little bullied, and Zhuo Yiqing's heart is about to turn into a puddle of spring water: "Not stupid or stupid. I am teasing you. You peeled it yourself, even if I broke it into tofu Like it, don't be sad."

Wen Ai insisted: "Who is sad, as if I care very much, I just can't get angry."

"Okay, well, then I'm not angry." Zhuo Yiqing held Wen Ai's hand to her mouth, "I'll blow it to you."

Zhuo Yiqing lowered his head and blew on the red and swollen fingertips, and kissed him. After a few kisses, it was not enough, and finally he put it in his mouth.

"What are you doing!" Wen Ai opened his eyes wide and wanted to withdraw his hand. As a result, Zhuo Yiqing held his hand in a daze, holding his fingers like a baby, and gently licking his tongue. Lick the small wound on the belly of the finger.

"Um..." Wen Ai pushed Zhuo Yiqing's head hard, "Don't lick it, I'll go to the medicine by myself later."

Zhuo Yiqing held it for a while before spitting out Wen Ai's finger, resting it in his palm, and kissing lovingly: "Don't touch those hard things anymore, but it hurts me to death."

Wen Ai blushed and retracted his hand: "You don't come here, don't think that I will let you go by selling a good one, no way!"

He turned his head and ran away.

Zhuo Yiqing was stunned for a long time. It turned out that the tenderness of her own was spread to Wen Ai, but it was understood as a runaway and greedy. Zhuo Yiqing smiled a little bleakly: "I really want to kill me..."

The next day, Wen Ai cooked another pot of water chestnut, drained the water with a dustpan after the pot, and put it on the table in front of Zhuo Yiqing: "Don't you want to teach me to peel it?"

"Okay, you sit down first." Zhuo Yiqing helped Wen Ai pull away the bamboo stool next to him, took a water chestnut in the dustpan, and asked Wen Ai: "Where did I ask you to find the knife?"

Wen Ai took out a small knife from his sleeve and handed it to him: "Don't break it. I took it from the medicine room. I need to use the medicine."

"Then I can't guarantee it." Zhuo Yiqing flicked the thin blade, and pinched the water chestnut in her hand, "You left the water chestnut for too long, the shell is not as hard as usual."

Wen Ai hesitated: "Then I will bring the kitchen knife I used yesterday?"

"No, I'll try my best to be more leisurely." Zhuo Yiqing said, "You come closer, I'm about to start."

The shape of the water chestnut is similar to the head of the Bull Demon King, with a pair of downwardly curved sharp horns. Zhuo Yiqing cut off the pair of sharp horns, and cut a cross on the belly of the water chestnut, holding both ends with his hands. When he broke it out, the white water chestnut meat fell out of the shell.

Zhuo Yiqing lifted her chin towards Wen Ai, "Look at it?"

Wen Ai carefully twisted the water chestnut meat and put it into the palm of his hand, fiddled with his fingers and looked around, his tone was excited, "It's complete, no scum!"

Zhuo Yiqing smiled triumphantly, picked up the water chestnut meat and stuffed it into Wen Ai's mouth: "Is it delicious?"

Wen Ai's cheeks banged loudly: "It's delicious!"

In fact, the taste is second. The main reason is that eating such a complete piece of fruit in one bite will produce a refreshing feeling psychologically.

Zhuo Yiqing quickly peeled off another one, squeezed it and shook it in front of Wen Ai, "Do you want it?"

Wen Ai stared at the round water chestnut meat, nodded, "Yes!"

Zhuo Yiqing lowered her voice and coaxed and said, "Is that brother very powerful?"

Wen Ai frowned and tangled for a second: "Great."

Zhuo Yiqing is still not satisfied: "Then you call me brother, I will peel the whole pot to you."

Wen Ai quit, picked up the knife and started to do it by himself: "Give you a pole, you really climbed up. I didn't master the method yesterday, and it may not be worse than you peel now."

Before he could say anything, he was stabbed in his hand by a sharp corner again, and he let out an "Ah" pain, which shocked Zhuo Yiqing.

"Let me take a look." Zhuo Yiqing eagerly pulled Wen Ai's hand over, and found a small hole on the fingertips of her index finger that was leaking blood, and put it in her mouth without saying anything. Wen Ai was taunted as soon as she opened the wave. He slapped himself, so embarrassed that he didn't want to speak, so he was still playing around.

There was not much blood leaking out of this small wound. Zhuo Yiqing quickly let go of her mouth, lifted her hem to help Wen Ai wipe the saliva on her fingers, and squeezed his palm by the way: "You said How innocent your hand is, you have been pierced all day long."

Wen Ai said without confidence: "I'm happy."

"I'm not happy." Zhuo Yiqing frowned and looked at him, "I told you yesterday that you are not allowed to touch something that easily scratches your hands."

Wen Ai whispered: "You didn't make a request with me before I did it."

Zhuo Yiqing stared at his face: "Then if you are willing to tell me not to say anything, it will be fine?"

Wen Ai turned his face to one side: "No."

Zhuo Yiqing's shoulders collapsed and he sighed helplessly: "Well, you are cute and you are reasonable. I will strip you willingly, okay?"

Wen Ai turned his face back and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but his voice was calm: "Oh."

Enjoyed the convenient life of modern society in the last world, and now comes the ancient times when the conditions are backward, and Wen Yai has encountered various problems. Take a bath as an example. You have to boil the water in a big boiler, and then transport it to the bath tub in the room one by one. When it’s cold and hot, you have to add a few buckets of water to adjust it. When you finally can take a bath, it’s almost everyone. Also scrapped.

Wen Ai really didn't want to boil the water tonight. Seeing that the weather in May was already a lot warmer, he took a change of clothes and ran to the small lake behind the bamboo house to take a shower. It was a bit cold when I first entered the water, but after a while after swimming, my body gradually adjusted to the water temperature.

Wen Ai's water is good, but after all, he is in the lake, he didn't dare to swim too far, after a little enjoyment, and then honestly began to take a bath in the shallow water.

Zhuo Yiqing's senses are very sensitive. To be more specific, he has clear ears and eyes, and extremely sensitive sense of smell and taste. This is not a result of martial arts training, but a talent that he brought out of his mother's womb.

His house is relatively close to the small lake behind. In the dead of night, the sound of the lake being blown by the wind and waves can often be heard, but this sound is a bit wrong tonight.

Zhuo Yiqing lifted the quilt and got out of the bed, opened the window, and then opened the door to the new world.

His cutie is taking a bath.

In the clear moonlight, he stroked his naked body inch by inch.

Every action is like a silent seduction.

Zhuo Yiqing shed nosebleeds to show respect, and exuded a restless breath of heavenly dryness.

His cutie is going ashore.

Stand up slowly from the water.

The face wet with water, the beautiful collarbone, the small breasts, the slender waist, and the tenderness between the legs——

The scent of heavenly love filled the room, tumbling and clamoring madly.

Zhuo Yiqing's red eyes stared at the prey by the lake, his hand stretched to the desire in his crotch, and the iron chain on his wrist shook violently.

His little cutie began to dress.

The clothes fell on the ground.

His little cutie bent down.

The plump buttocks are slightly separated.

Vaguely exposed--

The palm of the hand was hot, Zhuo Yiqing released.

Wen Ai got dressed and returned to the house refreshedly.

Zhuo Yiqing looked at the empty lakeshore, deeply doubting her endurance.

When eating at noon the next day, Zhuo Yiqing asked for a bath.

Wen Ai was carrying a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and pouring soup into the bowl: "Isn't it three days?"

It is too troublesome to burn a bucket of bath water, and Wen Ai burns himself every day and is exhausted enough, and it is impossible to burn Zhuo Yiqing's share. Fortunately, every three days there will be a special person to clean the inner valley, and Wen Ai asked the cleaner to help Zhuo Yiqing boil water, temporarily solving the problem of bathing.

The cleaners only came the day before yesterday and will not come again until tomorrow.

Zhuo Yiqing put down his chopsticks and looked at Wen Ai: "The weather is warm these days, and I sweat easily when I sleep, making it slimy and uncomfortable."

Wen Ai also put down his chopsticks and looked at him: "You mean to let me boil water and serve you?"

Zhuo Yiqing laughed at once: "How dare I let you come and serve? I just go to the lake behind to wash it."

Wen Ai twisted his eyebrows for a moment, then got up and went to Zhuo Yiqing's collar and smelled it: "It's a bit sweaty, then okay, that's it. But I will tell you in advance that iron chains will not be taken. You have to take it into the water."

Zhuo Yiqing responded readily: "Okay."

In the afternoon, Wen Ai went to the backyard to put away the dried clothes, picked out his own and put it back in the room, and threw the rest on Zhuo Yiqing's bed.

Zhuo Yiqing pulled out a set of clean clothes from the inside and said to Wen Ai: "Go to the bath?"

"Well, wait a minute." Wen Ai took out a new iron chain, one end of the iron ring was fastened to Zhuo Yiqing's left foot, the other end was firmly held in his hand, and then the original was locked in Zhuo Yi All the iron rings on Qing's limbs were taken off.

Zhuo Yiqing shook the new anklet on her left foot: "Where did you get such a complete set of accessories?"

Wen Ai pulled the iron chain and led Zhuo Yiqing out of the house like a dog: "Master stayed."

Zhuo Yiqing caught up in a few steps and walked side by side with him: "Your master used to raise medicine people?"

Wen Ai recalled it and shook his head: "I haven't seen it."

Zhuo Yiqing tossed up the wrapped change of clothes to play: "Then why did you go into this evil way?"

Wen Ai glared at him: "Then your father is such a serious hero, how can you give birth to such a serious son?"

Zhuo Yiqing smiled bitterly: "You didn't see it when I was serious."

After reaching the lake, Zhuo Yiqing began to undress, Wen Ai tied the iron chain to a tree trunk, and then took out a packet of powdered medicine.

Zhuo Yiqing threw her coat on the ground casually, and asked, "What is this?"

Wen Ai pursed his lips: "The tendons are loose."

After a pause, he added: "The weight is not big, it will only make you unable to lift up your energy. Taking a bath is no problem."

Zhuo Yiqing took off her shirt and revealed her sturdy upper body: "Why didn't you give it to me just before going out? Aren't you afraid that I would run away with the chain on the road?"

"I forgot when I was busy just now." Wen Ai grabbed Zhuo Yiqing's hand that was untying the belt, "You can take it off later and take the medicine first."

Zhuo Yiqing took the medicine packet, unfolded it and poured it all into her mouth, and when it was over, she took the initiative to put her tongue out for Wen Ai to check.

Wen Ai was caught off guard when he saw a scarlet tongue. The tip of his tongue hooked up pornographically. He immediately pushed Zhuo Yiqing's head to the side: "You are not disgusting!"

Zhuo Yiqing turned her head back, gave Wen Ai a meaningful look, and said nothing in the end.

After Zhuo Yiqing went into the water, Wen Ai sat at a distance under the chained tree and waited, taking a glance at the situation on the lake side from time to time.

After taking a glance for almost ten minutes, Wen Ai found that the people in the lake had disappeared. He hurried to the shore, and the iron chain connected from the tree trunk extended into the water. Wen Ai tried to pull the other end of the iron chain. It was heavy, obviously still tied to Zhuo Yiqing.

Wen Ai stomped his feet in annoyance. It was probably his own soft tendons that made a mistake, which caused Zhuo Yiqing to drown.

He grasped the iron chain with both hands and pulled it hard to the shore. It didn't take long for him to pull it suddenly. The head in the water was dragged firmly by something.

Wen Ai twisted the iron chain around his arm a few times, his body fell backward, and his feet pressed **** the ground. As a result, he kicked out a hole in the wet mud on the shore, and the iron chain remained stuck in the water. in.

Wen Ai was so flustered that he couldn't even take off his shoes and plunged into the lake.

Fortunately, it was the afternoon and the light was quite sufficient. Wen Ai dived down the chain and saw Zhuo Yiqing being planted upside down in a bunch of water plants.

Wen Ai swam over at the fastest speed, untied the water weeds tangled around Zhuo Yiqing's upper body, hugged his waist, and led him to float upward. Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yiqing suddenly pressed his mouth, opened his teeth with his tongue, and sucked vigorously.

The aura of heaven swept over Wen Ai domineeringly, he wanted to hide, but Zhuo Yiqing held his waist with one hand and the back of his head with the other, so that he could not find a breakthrough at all.

Zhuo Yiqing continuously sucked air from Wen Ai's mouth. Wen Ai understood that Zhuo Yiqing was deprived of oxygen, so he relaxed his body and stopped struggling so that the two of them could float up faster.

After sensing Wen Ai's obedience, Zhuo Yiqing sucked harder, and even Wen Ai's tongue was sucked by him.

After breaking through the water, Wen Ai pushed away Zhuo Yiqing to breathe oxygen, feeling that his flattened lungs bulged back again, and then slowly swam ashore.

Zhuo Yiqing only wore a shirt and pants, and put his coat on Wen Ai: "Just now..."

Wen Ai raised his hand to stop him: "I am eager to survive, I don't blame you, go back."

After being stimulated by the dry air just now, Wen Ai felt that his body was a little soft. To be on the safe side, it is safer to go back and take medicine.

Wen Ai untied the iron chain tied to the trunk, held it in his hand, and walked back with his head dull.

Zhuo Yiqing didn't follow him this time and walked side by side with him, but walked behind after a few steps.

Zhuo Yiqing moved her tongue and spit out a leaf of aquatic plants from her mouth.

When Wen Ai pulls him on the shore, he can still hold the water plants with his hands, but after Wen Ai dives into the water, he can only let go of his hands and bite the water plants with his teeth so that he will not be washed away by the underwater undercurrent and pretend to be The illusion of water weeds.

His posterior molar still hurts.

But it's worth it.

Zhuo Yiqing licked her lips, recalling the taste just now.

Little cute lips were soft and sweet. He wanted to strip him naked and rub it hard, but in the end he held it back, and took back his exhilarating breath a little bit, dormant, waiting for the opportunity.

And he has one more thing to make sure.

When he met Wen Ai for the first time, he had smelled the scent of Dikun from Wen Ai, but only for a moment. When he was close to the opponent's neck and sniffed it carefully, there was no smell anymore.

But when he was in the water just now, to be precise, when his dry breath leaked out, he smelled the scent of detachment, sweet and alluring.

Zhuo Yiqing raised her eyelids and stared at Wen Ai's slightly humble back, full of interest in her eyes.

Little cute, your secret, I seem to know.