I have the beauty of the villain's love

knock --

"Master—"

Zhou Lang, who had been lowering his eyes to endure, raised his eyes, the red corners of his eyes were very moist.

Linghu Yin felt the tension in his whole body, and the five fingers pinching the base of his thigh almost sank into the fat-like flesh.

"Master Jun, I ordered someone to bring a bathtub over..."

Linghuyin gasped, hot sweat fell on Zhou Lang's flushed chest, "Don't bite so tightly."

Zhou Lang raised his head to look at the black figure outside the door, and his arms, which could not accumulate any strength, touched Linghuyin's chest again.

"Come in." Linghu Yin said.

Zhou Lang desperately wanted to push Linghu Yin away, but how could his strength shake Linghu Yin?Linghu Yin didn't need to tie him up deliberately, as long as he pinched his waist, he could be tightly shackled.

"Squeak-"

The door was pushed open, and Zhou Lang turned his head to the side to hide his face.

The people who came in looked at the bed, but Linghu Yin moved faster than him, and pulled down the bed curtain the moment he looked over.

How could the man at the door dare to come over and lift it, only to see two intertwined voices vaguely in the white bed curtain.

"Clean up the house." Linghu Yin's voice was also a little hoarse.

"Hey, clean up the little one right away."

Zhou Lang closed his eyes tightly, his dark eyelashes trembling non-stop.

Linghu Yin pressed against his ear and blew, which immediately caused his body to tremble.

"He can't see it."

Zhou Lang dared to open his eyes after hearing this, and the teardrops hanging on his lower eyelashes slipped down because of his action.

Seeing his cowardly appearance, Linghu Yin gave him a hard push.

Zhou Lang's legs pinched by his hands straightened instantly, but his toes curled up unbearably.

Linghuyin pushed back again with bad intentions, Zhou Lang had to withdraw the hand that was pressing on his chest, and tightly covered his mouth.

"Master Jun, the accumulated water in the room..."

Linghu Yin lowered his head and pressed Zhou Lang's forehead, "Wipe it clean."

Zhou Lang's eyes widened.

"Yes, yes—" the people outside seemed to be yelling at others, "Quick, wipe off all the water on the ground!"

There are other people in the house.

Linghuyin held Zhou Lang's waist, turned over and let him press on her body.

Zhou Lang didn't have any strength in his whole body, he couldn't sit up at all, Linghuyin turned over, and he could only lean on his chest with his waist limp.

The sound of footsteps approached the bed.

Zhou Lang had already seen someone approaching.

He was in a panic, his bitten lips were stained a bright red like rouge because of being kissed repeatedly.

Linghuyin passed the tip of his tongue over to suck his lips.

Back suddenly stopped——

The hand pressing on the chest suddenly tightened, leaving a few not deep and not shallow bloodstains.

Linghu Yin didn't feel the pain, maybe the pain was pleasant at this moment.

Tears trickled down.

"Ling, Ling... Linghuyin..." Hot panting entered Linghuyin's lips, "No...don't, don't..."

The wet hair covers the eyes and shakes slightly, as if swaying a flower tree soaked in morning dew, and the delicate petals on the tree drop warm dewdrops.

Linghu Yin pinched his waist tightly, which of course caused almost collapsed sobs.

"Master—"

was, was discovered...

Hearing the shaking of the bed, the waiter in the shop didn't dare to ask any more questions, and after calling out to Mr. Jun, he stood awkwardly at the door.

"go out."

As soon as Linghu Yin finished speaking, the people in the room closed the door and left as if they had been pardoned.

Zhou Lang cried desperately on his chest.

Linghuyin stroked his hair, while comforting him, he possessed him even harder.

In a trance, he seemed to really feel that Zhou Lang had turned into a flower. When the flower stem was swaying, a lot of dew could not bear it and fell on his eyes and heart along the petals.

……

The night passed.

Linghuyin got up, changed into the wet clothes that he took off last night, pulled off the thin quilt that was still warm, and hugged Zhou Lang, who was wrapped in a sleepy man.

The sky has cleared up outside, it rained heavily last night, but this morning I can hear birds chirping.

Linghuyin went downstairs with Zhou Lang in his arms, and Xiaoer, who was dozing off at the counter, woke up when he heard the movement. When he saw Linghuyin who was about to go out, he came up to him, "Master Jun, this is—"

Linghu Yin had already reached the door.

That Xiaoer still remembered the gleaming general order he saw last night, so he dared not be negligent, "Master, would you like to have breakfast before—"

Linghu Yin really stopped.

"Where's my horse?"

Xiaoer was stunned for a moment, "Master Jun, your horse is in the stable, feed it, and I will bring it here for you."

Zhou Lang's feet protruded from the thin quilt, and Linghu Yin pulled the corners of the quilt to wrap his feet.

After a while, Xiao Er led the horse to the door.

Linghu Yin hugged Zhou Lang and got on the horse, Xiao Er only saw a section of snow-white arm protruding from the corner of the quilt, but before he could take a closer look, Linghu Yin also covered that section of arm.

The dawn was hazy, and it should be a sunny day today, so it was foggy and I couldn't see the scene in front of me clearly.

Linghuyin originally wanted to go directly back to the border city, but he rode his horse halfway, but saw only the traces of the horseshoes on the ground, so he reined in his horse and turned back, and found the repaired team in a col of Fuqiu Mountain cavalry.

After finding someone last night, because of the heavy rain, the horseshoes were unstable, so they found a mountain to shelter from the rain.

Xiao Shiqing was sitting by a bonfire drying clothes. When he saw Linghu Yin, he got up quickly, "General—"

His sound woke up the surrounding people, and those soldiers stood up and saluted Linghu Yin one after another.

Yancheng didn't sleep all night, following Xiao Shiqing's sound of falling to the ground, the first thing he saw was not Linghu Yin, but something that looked like a person in his arms.

General, it is Mr. Zhou who should be hugged...

"You worked hard last night." The clothes on Linghuyin's body were still wet, and the corners of the clothes were still dripping, "Go back."

"Yes." The leading generals agreed together, put out the bonfire burning in front of them, led the horse and followed Linghu Yin to the outside of the col.

Xiao Shiqing only knew that he had found Mr. Zhou, but he didn't know what happened to Mr. Zhou. He was hugged by the general... Could it be that he was injured?The general took him away in such a hurry last night, was he looking for a doctor?

Compared with Xiao Shiqing, Yan Cheng was more preoccupied.

Halfway through the journey, Zhou Lang, who had been hugged by Linghu Yin on his chest, was jolted awake. He glanced back and saw a group of mighty cavalry.

Seeing that he woke up with pale lips, Linghuyin reined in his horse and stopped, "Is it hard?"

Zhou Lang didn't dare to look at him, but he could also see that this was the way back to the barracks, and his heart trembled violently, "I want to go back to Lin'an, I want to go back to Lin'an—" He pushed Linghu Yin, who was wearing He couldn't push the hard armor.

Seeing Zhou Lang struggling, Linghuyin's eyes showed a bit of tenderness, "I will take you back after this battle is over."

"No——no—" kicked the legs wrapped in the quilt, "I want to go back to Lin'an! Where is Mr. Xie Xiaohou——where is he?"

Linghuyin seemed not to have heard it at all, "I'll take you back next spring, okay?" He held Zhou Lang's kicked ankle, pulled the quilt to wrap his legs in, "You If you are bored, I will play chess with you."

How dare Zhou Lang stay with Linghuyin, every inch of his body hurts, and it looks like something is gurgling out from between his buttocks - really...

"Let me go!" Her voice was hoarse, because she cried too much last night.

Linghuyin wrapped him in the quilt silently, coaxing him in a rascal tone, "Didn't I tell you last night, I can't let go."

"Linghuyin! You—you!"

Linghu Yin smiled, wrapped his arms with a quilt, "I don't want you to cry again."

Zhou Lang understood the deep meaning of Linghuyin's words in an instant, his lips trembled twice, and he looked at Linghuyin who seemed to have become a stranger in an instant.

"Be good." After Linghu Yin finished speaking, he covered his entire face.

Yan Cheng who was following behind suddenly saw Linghu Yin stop, so he rode up to catch up and asked, "General, what's the matter?"

Linghuyin held Zhou Lang close to his heart with one hand, pursed his lips with a smile, "It's all right, let's continue on our way."

Yan Cheng saw a strand of black hair slipping out of the quilt, it was pitch black, like a shaking willow branch...

Zhou Lang was wrapped in the quilt and couldn't see anything in front of him, but the darkness made his scalp tingle with fear.

This - what is this -

Linghuyin didn't bully him any more along the way, and after entering the city, he carried Zhou Lang directly into his yard.

Changqing saw it, and was slightly taken aback.

Linghuyin closed the doors and windows tightly, spread out Zhou Lang who was wrapped in the quilt, and put him on the bed.

The water stains on Zhou Lang's body had long since dried up, but his hair was still slightly wet. He sat on the bed with all his limbs on the ground, his loose black hair was scattered on his shoulders, and the ends of the hair reached his crotch.

Zhou Lang couldn't stand up, and as soon as the thin quilt on his body fell apart, he hurriedly pulled the quilt to cover himself again.

He didn't dare to look at Linghu Yin standing in front of him.

Linghu Yin went to the cupboard to find the medicine for sores, then walked to the side of the bed, and knelt down on one knee.

"Let me see the wound on your foot."

Zhou Lang huddled tightly into a ball.

"Come here." Linghuyin raised his hand, and Zhou Lang shrank back a little, his back almost touching the wall.

Linghuyin stretched out his hand and pulled out Zhou Lang's ankle hidden under the quilt.Zhou Lang kicked, "Let go——you let me go!"

Changqing outside the door naturally also heard his voice, and his expression froze inexplicably.

Linghuyin did not speak, and put Zhou Lang's ankle on his leg, wiped off the water stains on his feet with a clean towel, then opened the bottle of golden sore medicine, shook off some powder and applied it to the wound .

The pain caused by the application of the golden sore medicine on the wound was like tiny needle pricks. This kind of pain was nothing to Linghu Yin, but Zhou Lang couldn't stand the pain.There was another layer of swaying water in the red and swollen eyes.

After applying the medicine, Linghu Yin took off the forehead band on his forehead, and gently tied it around Zhou Lang's ankle.The hot red ruby ​​was attached to the protruding ankle bone on Zhou Lang's foot, and there was an aesthetic feeling that would make people break.

"Don't cry." Linghu Yin fastened his forehead belt, raised his head and looked at Zhou Lang, "If you cry again, I will kiss you."