Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

If Le Yuhui wasn't here, Tong Xiyuan would have wanted to rip Fan He's clothes off and check him inside and out, but at this moment he could only suppress his heartache and say, "You're still laughing."

When Fan He heard his words, he put away his smile and deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the last two words when he spoke, "Where am I injured? Ask your Lele."

Tong Xiyuan turned his head and looked at Le Yuhui.

Le Yuhui smiled with a guilty conscience, "It's not, that, it's just, uh... there was a little accident."

The person number one on the killer list was distracted while on a mission and fell into someone's trap and was almost cut into pieces. In the end, he had to rely on the leader to rescue him personally. Le Yuhui felt that he could not tell about this matter. It was too embarrassing and an insult to his reputation outside.

"What accident?" Tong Ximing asked curiously, and suddenly covered his mouth and said to Le Yuhui: "If you have an accident, my brother will be heartbroken."

Le Yuhui was delighted and touched, "Really?"

His future sister-in-law cared about him so much. He had never been cared about so much since he was a child. Even Fan He, his nominal brother, only trained him as a killing tool at the beginning.

Tong Ximing glanced at Fan He, whose expression was indistinct, and added fuel to the fire, "Of course, my brother likes you so much..."

"Ahem!" Le Yuhui was so scared that he choked on his saliva. "Wait, who? Who likes me?"

In panic, he glanced at Fan He's expression, and sure enough, it became even more confusing.

Le Yuhui glared at Tong Ximing and said angrily: "Don't say that. Yuan and I..."

"Hmm?" Fan He narrowed his eyes and looked at him.

Le Yuhui quickly changed his words, "My sister-in-law and I have nothing to do with each other, it's pure friendship!"

Tong Ximing shouted, "Sister-in-law?!"

He looked at Tong Xiyuan in disbelief and asked in a trembling voice: "Brother, you, you..."

How can it be?

It was obviously the second time that Tong Xiyuan met Fan He, just like him, so how did he get promoted? Tong Ximing thought hard, but he couldn't figure out when Tong Xiyuan climbed into bed with him behind his back.

"Not yet." Tong Xiyuan glanced at him and whispered to Fan He, "I want to see your injury."

Although he knew that with Fan He's status, there would be no one to help him treat his wounds, but he could only feel at ease after seeing it with his own eyes.

Fan He did not correct Le Yuhui's address to Tong Xiyuan. He stretched out his hand and pinched Tong Xiyuan's cheek, which had gained some flesh in the past few days. "You have great ambitions."

Not yet? Will it be in the future? It seems that she really wants to be his.

"You failed this mission. Go and receive your punishment." Fan He glanced at Le Yuhui, stood up and said to Tong Xiyuan, "Follow me."

He didn't mind giving Tong Xiyuan a chance as long as the young man's performance in bed could satisfy him.

Le Yuhui shuddered, and was afraid of the punishment methods in the organization. However, he was indeed the one who made the mistake this time, so he could only bow his head and accept his fate, "Yes."

Tong Ximing's face twisted with jealousy, "Sir, dessert..."

Unfortunately, Van He turned a deaf ear to him, and all his enthusiasm went to waste.

After going up to the second floor and opening the door, Tong Xiyuan discovered that Fan He's room was more than twice as big as his.

There were a few plain and boring porcelain pieces without any patterns in the room, which looked even more boring when placed together with the bluish-white and black cabinets.

Fan He sat on the single sofa, spread his legs casually, spread his hands and said to Tong Xiyuan: "Come here and kiss me."

Tong Xiyuan paused as he approached, suspecting that he had heard wrongly, "Kiss you?"

Didn't you bring him up here to have his wounds checked?

Fan He supported his forehead with one hand and smiled, "Well, I'll give you a chance to please me."

Tong Xiyuan: “…”

The Fan He in this world has a weird way of thinking.

He walked over and asked seriously, "Where is the wound?"

Fan He pointed to his abdomen, "Here."

So Tong Xiyuan half squatted down and unbuttoned the hem of his shirt, but only saw the smooth lines of muscles.

He looked up blankly, "How could it be——"

The voice was interrupted. Fan He raised his hand and pressed the top of his head. His Adam's apple rolled for a moment, "That's it."

Tong Xiyuan stared at him for two seconds, and suddenly his face flushed. He slapped Fan He's hand away, stood up and shouted angrily: "You, you... I won't watch it anymore. You won't die anyway."

After saying that, he was about to turn around and leave, but a strong force made him fall directly into a warm embrace.

Fan He put one hand on his waist and stroked Tong Xiyuan's earlobe with the other hand. "Once the play is over, it will be fake. Now, I'll give you one last chance. Be sensible."

"What play?" Tong Xiyuan frowned and turned to look back at him. He could no longer follow his train of thought. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a large wet spot on Fan He's shirt sleeve.

This man likes to wear black clothes. If Tong Xiyuan didn't look carefully, he wouldn't be able to find the blood there.

He pulled down Vanhe's hand that was fiddling with his earlobe and held it tightly, then used his other hand to roll up the man's sleeve.

A hideous wound as long as an index finger suddenly appeared before his eyes. The blood at both ends had scabbed over, but the deepest part was still bleeding.

Tong Xiyuan's nose felt sore, and tears fell down, "Didn't anyone take care of it for you?"

I don’t know if he still has the coagulation disorder problem. How long will it take to recover from such a long injury?

Everything happened so suddenly that before Fan He could react, he was stunned by a series of tears on his face.

Are you crying now?

Act?

A trace of doubt flashed in Fan He's eyes. He moved his hand and wanted to lift Tong Xiyuan's chin to see clearly, but Tong Xiyuan scolded him with a stern face, "Don't move."

"Where's the medical kit?" Tong Xiyuan unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, folded up his sleeves little by little to avoid the wound, sniffed and said, "I'll take care of it for you."

"No," Fan He twisted his fingers unconsciously, feeling a little itchy in his heart. Tong Xiyuan's red eyes and nose were quite to his liking. He said, "It's just a minor injury."

Tong Xiyuan glanced at him, stood up and said, "I'll go ask the babysitter for it."

Fan He tried to grab the corner of his clothes with his fingers but failed, so he had to continue leaning on the sofa and waiting.

Soon, Tong Xiyuan brought back the first aid kit from the nanny. He bandaged Fan He's arm in accordance with the steps he learned when he was a doctor. He warned him word by word, "Don't eat spicy food, don't touch water, don't..."

The rose-petal-like lips opened and closed, and Fan He did not pay attention to what was said. He just felt that Tong Xiyuan's seductive skills had improved a bit.

As he watched, he suddenly lowered his head and moved closer to Tong Xiyuan's lips. Tong Xiyuan was startled and barely dodged.

The warmth flashed across his cheek, and Fan He snorted, pressing Tong Xiyuan's neck with his other hand in displeasure, "Be obedient."

It was rare for him to have such thoughts, why did Tong Xiyuan always ruin his mood?

Tong Xiyuan saw the unwillingness to suppress desire in his eyes, swallowed his saliva and said the last point of attention, "Avoid sweating."

So that kind of thing is not possible.