Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Wei Anning's eyes were covered with fog. It was because of her that he was so badly hurt.

She sat down by the bed and touched her fingertips. She felt that the muscles under her fingers seemed to shake. She quickly retracted, "does it hurt?"

Leng Youchen Jun's face was resting on his arm. It was not pain, but her fingertips seemed to be carrying an electric current. They quickly spread from the place he touched. His muscles were tight and said in a dull voice, "no pain."

Wei Anning was distressed and guilty, "I'm sorry!"

Leng Youchen turned his head to look at her and saw the pain on her face. His eyes stagnated and he sat up, "why do you say sorry to me?"

"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't get hurt. I'm sorry." Wei Anning choked.

Leng Youchen gently took her hand. "It's my honor to get hurt for you. If you really blame yourself, take care of me for two months, huh?"

The ending sound rises with a touch of laziness.

Wei Anning pushed him, "fuck you, take advantage of the fire."

Leng Youchen looked at her with a smile.

Wei Anning was embarrassed by him. She bossed her way: "get down and I'll give you medicine."

Leng Youchen lay down obediently, and the blue and purple scars on his back looked particularly ferocious.

Wei Anning opened the medicine bottle and a faint smell of medicine came to her nose. She pursed her lips, poured the liquid medicine into the palm of her hand, rubbed it hot, gently put it on his back, and then rubbed the medicine into his skin.

The skin of the palm is flexible and elastic, and the two well-defined muscles on the back store explosive power and emit the fragrance after bathing.

She put one hand on the bedspread on his side, and with a little force on the other hand, she said softly, "if it hurts, tell me, I'll be gentle."

Leng Youchen shook his head. "It doesn't hurt. It can be heavier."

A faint fragrance of medicine lingered in the suite. Wei Anning added some strength and rubbed the thickest piece of meat in the palm of his hand on his back. A man's comfortable whisper came to his ears.

Her face was a little red, and she always felt his voice a little emotional.

Is this still the cold ascetic male god in the mouth of little fish? It's not very cold at all.

Leng Youchen closed his eyes and felt her soft boneless little hand moving behind him. Her strength was not light or heavy. It scratched his heart like a boot.

He was enjoying it. The door bell suddenly rang in the room. Wei Anning stopped his action and looked at Leng Youchen, "who will come so late?"

Leng Youchen looked alert. He turned over and sat up and said to her, "go and stay in the bathroom. I didn't ask you. Don't come out."

Leng Youchen was worried that the group of people could not be assassinated in the afternoon, so he came to the hotel.

Wei Anning thought for a moment and walked behind the curtain of the bathroom.

Leng Youchen walked to the door barefoot. Through the cat's eye on the door, he saw Lu Feng outside the door. He looked relaxed. As he opened the door, he said to Wei Anning, "it's Lu Feng. Come out."

Wei Anning came out and stood behind Leng Youchen.

Lu Feng saw the boss come to open the door in person, and there was only a bath towel around his waist. His handsome face was dark, much like what he had just been there. Then he interrupted him halfway.

No wonder the boss wanted to kill him. He was really wronged.

He scratched his head in embarrassment and dared not glance into the room, "boss, did I bother you?"

Wei Anning stood behind them. Hearing what he said, her face turned red. Before Leng Youchen could speak, she quickly explained, "we didn't do anything good, just drugged your boss. Don't misunderstand!"