All The Male Leads Have Blackened

Cen Simiao brought the rag, carefully wiped the water stains on the desk, pulled up the sleeves, exposed her fair arms, and even scalded the back of her hands, which was severely swollen.

She frowned, holding back the pain, without a sigh.

Liu Wuzhen stood on one side, raised his hand, and then dropped, hesitating for a while, or pushed her aside, took over the rag, and wiped it on the table.

Cen Simiao was flattered and stared with wide eyes: "How can I make my son do this?"

After all, he didn't move and accepted his kindness.

Liu Wuzhen wiped it seriously and didn't take Cen Simao's words to heart. After the cloth soaked up the water, he turned around and wrung out in a copper basin, and the water flowed from his fingers.

He wiped it again.

These things were often done when he was introductory to the school. He had to take good care of himself and clean the house for his brothers. Later, after martial arts progressed and showed his skill, the master let his newly-accepted disciples take care of him.

It ’s just cleaning the table.

After clearing up, Liu Wuzhen looked up, but saw Cen Simiao was very excited, and the tears that had stopped just now flowed down again, but the fundus was no longer uncomfortable, but moved.

She choked: "My son treats me so well. I'm just a subordinate. I don't wait for my good son. If you don't scold me, it's Ende, but you turn around and let you take care of me."

Liu Wuzhen believes that he is a gentleman. Thanks to many people. But for the first time, I was thanked for helping to clean the table.

Besides, the injury on her hand was for his book.

Cen Smiao retracted her hand, avoiding his eyesight, with a little shame on her face, and her eyelashes trembled: "Don't look again, if you let others know, it will ruin the reputation of the boy."

Liu Wuzhao froze, did not speak, walked to the cabinet, took a bottle of medicine out of it, and walked back. After opening, a cool smell straightened to the tip of the nose.

He grabbed Cen Simiao's wrist, dipped his fingertips in creamy ointment, and wiped it gently on the back of her hand: "The clear one clears himself, so don't bother with the swear words of others."

Liu Wuzheng didn't apply her medicine at the beginning, and she had this level of concern, but it was broken by Cen Simiao, but he felt that his own mind was ridiculous and too narrow.

He had a serious look and focused eyes without any thoughts.

Cen Simiao bowed her head, her neck curved into a beautiful arc, her emotions had not calmed down, and her twitching became more and more fierce. Liu Wuyi's fingertips were gently scratched on the back of the hand, and suddenly a tear fell.

He just pressed on the tear, and for a moment did not respond, rubbing it a few times.

The ointment was mixed with tears on the soft skin, and the touch was smoother. A strange feeling appeared on his fingertips, which spread directly to the bottom of his heart.

Liu Wuzhen moved a moment, gathered his expression, and raised his head.

Cen Simiao held back her tears and bit her lower lip, frowning strongly because of the pain: "I'm fine."

Liu Wuzhen glanced at her without saying a word, let go of his hand, and sat down with her back to her, a look that didn't bother him anymore.

Cen Simiao laughed silently. In this case, according to his help to the weak, he should continue to give her medicine.

To make Bai Muzhi a winner in life, Cen Simao had to kill Liu Wuzhen. But this is particularly difficult. It turned out that Liu Wuzheng said in a dazzling way that Bai Muzhi had retreated from the position of the leader, but he was not killed.

And in this case, Bai Muzhi still did not defend him, especially trusting him, or he would never be killed easily by Liu Wuzhen.

Cen Simiao can only come up with such an idea, both sides hook up first, wait for the time to mature, and then take it apart in person, in theory, they should be anxious.

Fights best.

The following day, Cen Simiao came on time and took care of Liu Wuzhen. He changed from uncomfortable at first to silent acceptance.

Cen Simiao was very interested in the book, but wanted to read it but was illiterate. Liu Wudi noticed that she simply taught her to read. Cen Simiao was grateful for the joy, and exaggerated him once.

Then Cen Simiao brought a few sweet potatoes from the kitchen every time and put them in the charcoal basin in the room. Then she took them out before they left. The two of them ate together.

Cold wind blows outside, the room is especially warm, and a bite of roasted sweet potatoes is the most satisfying.

Cen Simiao carefully peeled the sweet potato skin, leaving only a circle held by his fingers, and then handed it to Liu Wuzhen. After thanking him, he took it, and when he was about to eat, he saw Ceng Simiao's sleeve slipping down, Guang | The slippery arms came out.

He stared for a moment.

Cen Simiao quickly blocked, but was afraid that he saw that there was not a good burn on the back of his hand. Her wrists were pinched, and Liu Wuzhen frowned, staring at the back of the hands, not only the redness and swelling of burns, but also frostbite.

The sleeves of the clothes she wore were wide and big, and she just covered her hands with her back. She usually didn't reveal them, and he didn't notice them for so many days.

Liu Wuzhen pursed his lips tightly: "Is the medicine I gave you useless?"

His fingers stroked, and his fingertips brought the temperature of the roasted sweet potatoes, which suddenly made Ceng Simiao particularly hurt. She took a breath and shook her head: "I'm fine."

Liu Wuzhen glanced at her, released his hand, turned around and walked to the desk, and the roasted sweet potatoes also remained. Cen Simiao was at a loss, she panicked and explained: "It's good to be hurt for a while, it doesn't bother me. I work at home, even when it's cold."

"I used the medicine you gave. I didn't waste it. I wiped it."

She was timid, afraid that Liu Wuzhen was angry.

Liu Wuzhen rummaged through the cabinet, and the movement was a little big, unlike his usual habit of handling things lightly. He took the medicine bottle again and wiped Cen Simiao's back.

He held his wrist harder, and when he applied it, he would touch the red and swollen area, and it hurt especially.

Cen Simiao didn't say a word.

Liu Wuzhen wiped the medicine with an expressionless expression on his face, and he felt the medicine smell on his fingertips. When he looked up, he saw that her eyes were red, her teeth were about to bite her lips, and she looked so painful.

He pursed his lips.

Cen Simiao's tears could not help but shed.

Liu Wuzhen said, "Don't bear the pain. The medicine has been wiped out. Why don't I want it?"

As soon as his voice fell, Cen Simiao twitched, and she bowed her head, looking really pitiful.

Liu Wuzhen patted her shoulders for comfort, Cen Simiao fluttered, flung him into his arms, her face pressed against her chest, and her slender arms wrapped around his waist.

He suddenly tightened his muscles.

Liu Wuzhen's face flashed with struggle, trying to push her away, raising his arms and lowering them, and then raising them again, until Cen Simiao froze on his chest.

She had a soft voice and cried, "It really hurts."

Liu Wuzheng was about to push her arms to stagnate in the air, and finally dangled on both sides of the body, leaving her to hold.

After a long while, Cen Simiao left from his arms, her eyes were red, especially embarrassed.

She stammered and shouted, "Male ... My son."

Liu Wuyi glanced at her, and looked at a piece of wet chest, Cen Smiao could not afford to be shy anymore, and took the clothes out of the closet with careless hands and unbuttoned his clothes.

Liu Wu's throat moved, and when his coat was untied, he let Cen Simiao go out, and then picked up his clothes to change.

Cen Simiao is very obedient.

After this time, her relationship with Liu Wuzhen was much closer, unlike two people who were in the same room before, but couldn't even say a word.

And get along more freely.

Everything was fine, suddenly Liu Wuzhen's mood became a little irritable, and he didn't even read the book.

Even turning the book, it wrinkled the corner of the book.

The system said the martial arts began to urge him.

Liu Wuzhen came here for too long, but no progress was made, and the people outside became impatient and anxious to ask him to explain.

But Bai Muzhi didn't like to listen to what he said, no matter how many times he saw it, it was useless.

They separated a lot when they were little, and he thought about the instinct of Bai Muzhi and did not dare to act recklessly.

Cen Simiao still took care of him with all her heart, even if his temper suddenly got up and became irritable, she didn't care.

Liu Wuzhen felt ashamed afterwards and wanted to apologize to Cen Simiao, but got such a word.

"You are the best person to treat me, anyway, I volunteer."

His eyelashes trembled.

A few days later, Liu Wuzhen occasionally watched Cen Simiao dazed, but when she cast her eyes, she became dodgy again.

Cen Simiao didn't care.

Eventually he couldn't hold back. He found Cen Simiao, very difficult and sincere. He asked her to pay attention to Bai Muzhi's living habits and what she liked.

Cen Simiao froze, lowered her eyelashes, and a hint of taunt flashed in her eyes. If this matter was detected, she could not even save her life with Bai Muzhi's alertness.

When I raised my eyes again, I was very gentle, and my face was full of trust: "It is my good fortune to work for my son."

Cen Simiao is certainly not stupid enough to do this. After she agreed, Liu Wuzhen would not let her pass by every day, for fear of delaying time.

Free time, she just used to hook up with Bai Muzhi.

Every night, Cen Simiao lit the stove outside Bai Muzhi's room. He didn't know if it was warm or not. Anyway, she stayed outside and stayed cold all night.

In the morning, she dragged the stove back hard.

Then he went to Liu Wuzhen's eyes and hurried away.

The charcoal in winter can't help but it burns out before long. Xunyou's teaching wealth is thick, and there is no shortage of charcoal. After Cen Smiao said something to the steward, she let her go directly.

Charging for coal was very troublesome, she had to move it over and over again, and her tormented back pain hurt her legs.

The rocky road she took this time was so sweaty on her forehead that she couldn't hold it. She put something on the ground, took a few breaths, looked up, but saw Bai Muzhi.

He stood not far away, and the whole person was estranged, glancing at Cen Simiao, pulling the corners of his lips, and his eyes were gloomy.

Cen Simiao was a little stupefied.

Bai Muzhi ignored and turned away.

Cen Simiao was left inexplicable. She gave her a glance, said nothing, and just left?

After a few days, the charcoal was finally finished, and Cen Simiao continued to burn. During the day, she was a little sleepy. After all, no matter how cold the stove was, it was still in the cold wind.

Cen Simiao couldn't sleep well.

The other girl didn't like her laziness and instructed her to run around. A rag had fallen into the room and let her in.

Cen Smiao entered the room, glanced at Bai Muzhi's bedroom, blocked by a layer of curtain, and her eyes were curious.

Looking at Lai Jin, suddenly the curtain opened, Bai Muzhi appeared in front of his eyes, his eyes were dark and dark, his expression was gloomy.

He said, "I said I would never let me see you again."

Cen Simiao was so speechless.

Bai Mu stopped her face cold, and asked her to stand in front of the bedroom's closet, with a mockery in her eyebrows, her voice indifferent: "Want to see me, then you should just stand like this and never move."

Cen Simao froze, but couldn't help shaking, explaining: "No ... no."

The voice weakened in his gloomy eyes.

From day to night, Cen Simiao was so tired that she didn't eat anything. She turned her lips white.

Bai Muzhi glanced at her before going to bed, but did not let her go back, Cen Simiao still stood like this.

Before he closed his eyes, Cen Simiao whispered, "Opening a window is bad for the leader."

Bai Mu frowned.

She didn't dare to say it again, but her gaze kept on Bai Muzhi, without complaining, but showing concern.

Of course, there is a craving for power.

Overnight, Bai Muzhi didn't sleep at all. He was very sensitive and noticed Cen Simiao's sight. The emotion inside made him feel relieved.

And she didn't do anything to hurt him.

Cen Simiao shivered coldly, holding her arms tightly, and said to Bai Muzhi, "I'm so cold, Master."

Bai Muzhi had sat up, glanced at her, and lowered his head with his buttons, he ignored them.

Cen Simao frowned, hurriedly rushed over, raised his hands to fasten his clothes.

Bai Mu subconsciously frowned, reached out to restrain her, and Ceng Simiao's clothes were instantly torn apart, exposing white skin and rounding her chest.

He froze, only feeling a little thirsty.

Cen Simiao was panicked, struggling to leave, but accidentally fell, and the softness of his chest hit his palm.

He squeezed.

As soon as Liu Wuzhen got up, he heard someone knocking on the door, thinking it was Cen Simiao, and called her in.

But seeing that a maidservant pleased him, saying that he was new to serve him.

Liu Wuzhen frowned and asked Cen Simiao.

The girl-in-law said quietly: "She offended the leader and is being punished."