Thinking of this, Xia Xingcheng got up and went straight upstairs. (you talk about the net) [WW ω A kind of xＩao A kind of sHuo. A kind of KR]
was about to walk to her room. Unexpectedly, before she could open the door, there was a clear sound behind her. Before she could react, she was dragged to the next room by a person.
Xia Xingcheng knows that it's Sheng Yeling's room.
After getting this recognition again, Xia Xingcheng didn't have too much fear in his heart, but gave up the struggle after a little struggle.
Because, Xia Xingcheng can obviously feel Sheng Yeling holding her hand. She is worried about her struggle and her hand is broken.
Enter the room, Sheng Yeling sees her hand let go.
Xia Xingcheng just got a little freedom. Before he could complain, he saw Sheng Yeling directly pull up her injured hand and put it in front of him.
"What's the matter with your hands?"
Sheng Yeling frowned and asked directly.
Xia Xingcheng because of eating pain, the whole face can not help but tangle together, can not help struggling hand in hand: "pain, you light, light."
Sheng Yeling's strength really relaxed a little, but he still didn't let go. His eagle like eyes couldn't help staring at Xia Xingcheng.
"Tell me, what's the matter with your hands?"
Under his close gaze, Xia Xingcheng can't help but feel a little frightened. He knows that nothing can be concealed from Sheng Yeling.
So she had no choice but to explain casually: "I accidentally sprained it today. It's no big deal. I'll have a rest."
Xia Xingcheng tries his best to be sincere. Seeing that he has explained that Sheng Yeling still doesn't speak, he asks tentatively, "well, I said, can you let me go now?"
Sheng Yeling's face still had no movement. He shook his head and said, "no, you are not telling the truth. I will not let it go."
At that time, Xia Xingcheng was reluctant to change. She could not help but drag her hand out of Sheng Yeling's hand and said angrily, "since you know all about it, why do you ask me?"
Sheng Yeling picked up his eyebrows and chuckled, humming and saying: "do you want to hide this little thing from me? Do you think you can? "
Knowing Sheng Yeling should have known about her and Song Yang during the day, Xia Xing and Cheng simply don't hide their secrets, "I'm not hiding it from you, since you know it, you should know that I've dealt with it."
Isn't that Song Yang has learned her lesson now? She thinks she has dealt with it very well.
In this way, Xia Xingcheng was about to say something more, but Sheng Yeling pinched her injured hand directly, flashed a dangerous light in her eyes, and said coldly, "it's the way to deal with it. It's like this to hurt her hand?"
Xia Xingcheng doesn't want to, and Bian bianzui quibbles, "it's OK, the injury is not very serious, just keep it for one night."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sheng Yeling said coldly, "isn't the injury very serious?"
"Then you think the weight is heavy. Is it heavy if you spend all your hands?"
Xia Xingcheng didn't want to hear this. He was about to refute some of his fallacies. Before he could say it, Sheng Yeling pulled him to the sofa in the room and sat down.
"Sit here and wait for me."
There is no doubt about his attitude. After that, he turned around and left.
Xia Xing and orange don't know, so they want to ask aloud, but see Sheng Yeling has no shadow.
After a while, Sheng Yeling came over with a tube of ointment in his hand, and motioned to Xia Xingcheng, "put out your hand."
Xia Xingcheng knows that he is going to apply medicine to himself. He has a strange feeling in his heart, but he doesn't push it off and stretches his hand out.
Sheng Yeling's hand felt cold and cold, which made Xia Xingcheng's injured hand tremble slightly, and his heart missed a beat.
Sheng Yeling's strength is very light. The cold touch of her fingertips and the cold feeling of ointment really make her hand better.
After a while, Sheng Yeling daubed the ointment and gently put Xia Xingcheng's wrist aside. Although his voice still sounded angry, it was much softer than before.
"Already, don't lift heavy things these days, it will be OK in a few days."
Sheng Yeling doesn't forget to explain it carefully on one side. The tenderness in his eyebrows and eyes seems to be about to melt away.
In the face of such a prosperous night, summer star orange somehow, that kind of warm feeling in the heart is more and more.
So she thought of a kind of possibility and asked him with a smirk: "night thunder, do you care about me?"
Sheng Yeling raised his eyebrows directly, and his eyes couldn't help approaching Xia Xingcheng. "How, do I care about my wife?"The wife's name is always said so easily by Sheng Yeling recently, which makes Xia Xingcheng's heart stagnate again.
Her face was a little flushed. Suddenly she did not dare to see Sheng Yeling's expression at this time. She didn't say much.
For a long time, both of them were not saying anything. The room was a little quiet.
Xia Xingcheng waited for a while. He was about to break the embarrassment when he looked up, but he fell into a line of sight.
Before the reaction came, Sheng Yeling had already reached her side and directly held her up.
"Night thunder, where are you going to take me?" said Xia Xing and orange
Not surprisingly, Sheng Yeling didn't answer, but came to his room directly holding Xia Xingcheng.
His room, Xiaxing orange, is rarely seen. All the colors in the room are dark, even the quilts are black, which makes the whole room look particularly cold and ascetic.
But because of the existence of Xia Xing orange, it seems to add some different breath to the room, slightly ambiguous.
Like treasure, Sheng Yeling put her gently on her big bed.
The bed was so soft that Xia Xingcheng didn't feel too much discomfort when he lay on it.
With the gentle action of Sheng Yeling, it takes only one second for Xia Xingcheng to sink in, and then the good smell of Sheng Yeling lingers on the nose of Xia Xingcheng.
No wonder the smell is always so good. It turns out that there is superior incense burning in this room.
For a moment, Xia Xingcheng's heart was a little bit intoxicated, but he still kept the last Qingming. He couldn't help saying: "night thunder, I haven't bathed yet, let me take a bath, OK?"
This is somewhat embarrassing, but what makes her more embarrassed is Sheng Yeling's next sentence.
"No hurry, I'll wash it for you myself."
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