Rules for surviving the apocalypse for sickly beauties

After Cang Mingzhu returned to the accommodation area, she walked into her room and was about to take off her clothes to take a shower when her hand on her clothes suddenly stopped.

A trace of uneasiness flashed across his cheeks. Someone who shouldn't have been in his room was now sleeping soundly with the quilt in his arms.

Teng Xiyan held the quilt in his arms and buried his whole head in the quilt, as if he was greedily sucking the scent of someone on the quilt.

Cang Mingzhu rubbed his head, walked over slowly, reached out and gently twisted the quilt for him, not wanting to disturb him.

"Cang Mingzhu..."

Cang Mingzhu suddenly paused and his eyes moved slightly.

Teng Xiyan opened his sleepy eyes, stretched out his hand to hold Cang Mingzhu, and his voice that had just woken up was a little sticky: "Why don't you call me...?"

Cang Mingzhu sat down along the edge of the bed and whispered: "Seeing that you are sleeping well, I didn't want to disturb you."

Teng Xiyan sat up half propped up on the bed and threw himself into Cang Mingzhu's arms: "It's very important to help you take a bath."

Although he really slept comfortably, he did not forget this matter. After all, Cang Mingzhu's injury was very important.

Cang Mingzhu: "..."

In the end, because of someone's unwavering and intense eyes, Cang Mingzhu only took off his upper body, with a half-dry bath towel wrapped underneath.

His body was very stiff with his back to Teng Xiyan, one hand holding the towel, staring at the wall, motionless.

Teng Xiyan stood behind him, holding a warm and moist bath towel, with an uncontrollable smile on his lips, but then he saw Cang Mingzhu's long scar, and felt even more distressed.

He folded the bath towel and put it on Cang Mingzhu's strong back.

"Colonel, you are so hard." Teng Xiyan slowly wiped Cang Mingzhu's back. Every inch he wiped made Cang Mingzhu feel numb and electric shock.

Cang Mingzhu felt that his throat was burning badly. He endured the itching on his back and said in a hoarse voice, "Huh?"

Teng Xiyan said: "I said you were nervous and your back is so stiff. Relax a little so I can wipe your back. What do you think I was talking about?"

Cang Mingzhu's breath suffocated, and his body seemed to become stiffer.

"Does it hurt?" Teng Xiyan's fingertips gently brushed past Cang Mingzhu's wound, like a feather.

Cang Mingzhu suddenly turned around, grabbed his hand, restrained the kiss for a long time, and finally lowered his head to cover it.

The bath towel fell to the floor, and Teng Xiyan held his hot back with his hands. The bathroom was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere. Teng Xiyan's hand slipped gently, passed through the half-wet bath towel, and pecked the corner of Cang Mingzhu's mouth with his thin lips.

"Want to try?"

Cang Mingzhu lowered his gaze and wiped away the remaining crystal liquid at the corner of Teng Xiyan's mouth with his fingertips, his voice almost drowning in it like lake water.

"it is good."

...A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold.

Cang Mingzhu gently carried the sleeping boy to the bed, wiped the wet wound again, wrapped a bandage, and hugged him from behind.

He held Teng Xiyan with some distress, watching the young man fall asleep from exhaustion, but felt that something was quietly filling his heart.

Teng Xiyan slept for a long time, as if he was immersed in it. Cang Mingzhu did not disturb him and let him sleep quietly.

It wasn't until the evening of the next day that Teng Xiyan woke up from his sleep. He felt that his whole body was about to fall apart, and there was even more pain in one place.

A certain colonel's technique was raw, and he almost burst into tears from the pain several times. As soon as he raised his eyes, he looked into those dark eyes that were addicted to tenderness, and he endured it hard, not having the heart to interrupt.

Cang Mingzhu just walked in with the food. The two people's eyes met, and Cang Mingzhu's face still flashed a hint of blush.

"Colonel, I need to practice my skills. It really hurts!" Teng Xiyan didn't drink water all day and night. His throat was sore and hoarse. He opened the quilt and found that he had already put on the pants underneath. As soon as he stood up, his legs trembled unconsciously. .

Cang Mingzhu hugged him up, lowered his head and kissed him: "I'm sorry."

He sat at the table with Teng Xiyan in his arms and handed the food to Teng Xiyan: "Eat first."

"I was busy doing business yesterday, and I forgot to ask, did your wound touch water?" Teng Xiyan looked down Cang Mingzhu's body to his waist while eating.

A trace of uneasiness flashed across Cang Mingzhu's face, and he said: "It's okay, I've taken care of it, it won't cause inflammation."

A trace of guilt flashed in Teng Xiyan's eyes: "I shouldn't have been in the bathroom last night. I should have washed it out for you."

His words were open and open, without any hint of shyness.

Cang Mingzhu's back stiffened for a moment, he looked away, and his breathing became obviously heavier.

Teng Xiyan looked at his expression and couldn't help laughing: "I like your shy look so much. Do you feel shy every day if I tease you like this?"

Cang Mingzhu's voice was a little lower and a little more annoyed: "Teng Xiyan!"

"Wrong!" Teng Xiyan lowered his head and took a few mouthfuls of rice. He felt that his empty stomach was finally filled with food, and his physical and mental satisfaction increased.

After eating, Li Jiahe came over.

"The experiment you asked us to do for you last time is basically completed, but two data values ​​are unstable. I can't believe Zhao Yanming. When will you have a rest and go to the laboratory to have a look?" Li Jiahe took a few He handed a copy of the test data to Teng Xiyan and stood aside.

Teng Xiyan leaned against the wall and slowly read several test data before he said, "Let's go, get some rest."

Walking on the way to the institute, Teng Xiyan asked, "Do you know there is a person named Boris in the institute?"

Li Jiahe nodded: "It's Fu Zhou's teacher. What's wrong?"

"how does he look like?"

Li Jiahe recalled that she had only seen him twice from a distance: "He is tall and thin, with half-tied and slightly curly hair. He looks a bit like a foreigner."

Teng Xi said clearly: "Okay, I understand."

Arriving at his laboratory, as soon as he walked to the door, he heard the sound of arguing inside.

"I told you this dose is wrong!"

“It’s based on experimental data, it can’t be wrong!”

Teng Xiyan stood at the door, with a headache and wanted to go back immediately, not wanting to hear this annoying quarrel.

Finally, he pushed the door open silently and entered. When several people saw Teng Xiyan coming back, they all closed their mouths. Zhao Yanming's stern face flashed with joy: "Come and see, what's wrong with our experiment?"

Teng Xiyan put on a sterile white coat, walked over slowly, and asked, "What test did you do?"

Li Yiqing complained: "One of the experiments you gave us was about preventing wound infection, but the data didn't match up. Then Zhao Yanming started to randomly use the dosage, wasting a lot of medicine!"

Zhao Yanming was so angry that he blushed: "The dose is wrong! You have to test it slowly to find out!"