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Han Ying changed his posture, hugged him in his arms, pulled his hand around his waist, and said in a trembling voice, "Then I will trust you, a quack doctor, and if you hurt me, you can take it out on me. You can pinch him no matter what you want." OK.

He did what he said, and as soon as the words fell, he turned the bottle, and the hot wine went straight into the wound, and quickly washed away the blood.Rong Chuan buried his entire face in his neck, biting his collar and gasping for breath.Han Ying was held tightly by him, and he didn't dare to move around for a while. After a while, he felt that the other party's breathing was getting flat, so he raised his hand and rubbed his hair: "Are you feeling better?"

Rong Chuan regained his sanity from the great pain, and quickly let go to widen the distance between the two: "After disinfection, there should be no major problems. The glass pieces that can be pulled out will be pulled out first, and the rest will wait for the typhoon." Let’s talk about it when we get to the shore.”

Han Ying sat back behind him, pulling out those dazzling glass fragments one by one.Compared with the stimulation of alcohol pouring into the wound, although the pain at the moment is sharp, it is still within the tolerable range.With his eyes closed, Rong Chuan felt the sound of breathing from behind getting heavier and heavier every time, as if he was more nervous than him, so he couldn't help bringing up a topic, trying to make the atmosphere more relaxed.

"Didn't Ying Juju often invite people to fight each other before? Why did you see a wound so tense? Are you dizzy?"

"Nonsense! I have been fighting with people since I was a child, and I am still afraid of this?"

"Then you're shaking like this? You're almost Parkinson's."

"You fucking talk nonsense!"

Han Ying suppressed his voice and yelled for a while, but his tone was full of regret: "My mother is right, I am just stupid. I know that there is a typhoon recently, and I still take you around."

"Oh... for Ying Juju to have this understanding, the improvement in IQ is still obvious."

"..."

The large pieces of glass were cleaned up one after another during the chatter between the two of them, leaving only some fine glass shards that were difficult to deal with.Rong Chuan raised his hand and touched it himself, but he could barely feel some tiny sharp stubble embedded near the wound.The glass itself is very smooth, and it is stained with blood and rain. Without professional medical tools, it is really difficult to clean it thoroughly.Han Ying tried to grab and squeeze again and again in vain, his whole body was panting like a cow, and he looked very crazy. Rong Chuan patted his leg comfortingly: "As a non-professional, Ying Juju's operation The technique is already very good, so that’s about it. When I go back, I will open a trumpet and write a thousand-word essay praising Bethune.”

"Shut up, don't move!"

Before he could stop his mouthful of nonsense, his arms were suddenly hugged tightly. Immediately afterwards, there was a strange tactile sensation from his shoulders, and his skin was wrapped in moist and hot temperature.Han Ying didn't know when he had already figured out a new plan, buried his head on his shoulder, sucked his fine wounds little by little, and searched for the location of the fragments with the tip of his soft tongue, sucked it into his mouth hard and then spit it out quickly .Rong Chuan was held tightly by him, and his arms could not use any strength at all.The messy head of hair brushed his neck repeatedly, making it numb and itchy. It felt like a big fluffy dog ​​was plopping on his body to eat his favorite food.

The rain gradually subsided, and the sea gradually returned to calm.Judging from the frequency of Han Ying raising his head and spitting out blood, the glass shards stuck near the wound have been gradually cleaned up.However, the fiery lip prints still fell one after another, slowly shifting from the shoulders to the neck.

The part of the back against the chest is getting hotter and hotter, and the sound of breathing close to the ear is also getting hotter.The hands that were originally tightly bound around the arms slowly moved down tentatively, and after gently stroking the waist and abdomen for a while, they penetrated into his legs.Most of Rong Chuan's physical strength has been exhausted, and his whole body is focused on fighting the pain in his shoulder, and his reaction is a few beats slower than usual.When he realized that the other party's body movements had changed, Han Ying's hands were already very familiar with unzipping the zipper on his trousers, quickly got in, touched up and down for a while, and then seemed to have caught some ironclad evidence, The voice is full of joy: "Hey! You are hard!"

Rong Chuan struggled to hold his provocative hand, and forced himself to remain calm despite being embarrassed: "I'm not impotent, so it's normal to have a reaction. You haven't taken a physical hygiene class."

Confused, Han Ying only took this sentence as a joke, biting the other person's ear and desperately putting gold on his face: "Who are you lying to? If it were someone else, you would react so quickly?"

"Ying Juju should be reasonable. I can react so quickly to a and v without using my hands."

"You fart!"

As if to prove his specialness, Han Ying used brute force to break free from the other party's restraint, stroking and stroking sometimes heavily and sometimes lightly as if showing off his skills.

"Don't deny it, you like me too, don't you? Why didn't you come to rescue me without even thinking about the danger when the thing fell down just now? You were straight before, and I have been holding back from being with you. Speaking of this matter, I don’t care if you went blind and fell in love with a bitch later. Now you obviously like me, so you can stay with me from now on, okay? You’ve seen my family and they all like it You, don't look at the old man always with a tiger face, in fact, he is very good to my mother. I am different from those whores you have met. If you are with me, I... I will treat you too OK!"

Rong Chuan struggled for a while during his clumsy confession, but was still hugged tightly.Originally, he was not as strong as the opponent in his brute force, and he was even weaker when he was injured and lost blood. After struggling, it was like a fire. Han Ying's eyes were burned red, listening to his dull panting when he resisted , quickly withdrew his hand and pressed the whole person up, while pulling his clothes regardless, while kissing his chin indiscriminately.

The little black dog circled around the bed in a little panic, still a little confused as to why the two people who were talking politely on the bed just now suddenly wrestled together.Rong Chuan was enveloped by overwhelming enthusiasm, no matter which direction he hid in, the other party's kisses could be quickly chased after him.Soon, a hard thing reached his waist, and he began to rub it with passion and desire.He no longer cared about the injury on his shoulder. In desperation, he grabbed the edge of the bed and rolled down the bed, his voice hoarse than usual: "Han Ying, you are fine! What are you doing here in broad daylight!."

The large-scale resisting action pulled the wound, Han Ying looked out of breath and looked at the messy red on the bed sheet, and his voice was a little annoyed: "What the hell are you doing? It's not that you haven't slept with a man before, why are you so hypocritical?" ?”

Rong Chuan's face was pale, and he covered the wound with his backhand, not looking at him at all.After standing for a while, Han Ying still couldn't bear it, knelt on the ground and hugged him tightly again, and asked bitterly, "Why can't you fuck me if you're willing to fuck dumb flute? I'm a hundred times prettier than him, and I'm more handsome Money and technology are better than him, what do you think I can't compare to him?"

As soon as the questioning came fiercely, Rong Chuan only felt that the three views had been challenged unprecedentedly, but he didn't let the other party give up. According to Han Ying's stubborn temperament, he was afraid that the matter would not end, so he took a long breath and insisted on starting. Reasonable: "The situation during the typhoon is related to personal safety, and saving you is just an instinctive reaction. As for me sleeping with Dudi... because I was his boyfriend at the time, and I liked him very much, so I was willing to do those things with him. Things, it has nothing to do with whether he looks good, whether he has money, or whether his skills are good or not."

The arrogant and domineering voice lowered, with a little unbelievable doubt: "What about me? Don't you like me? If you want, I can also be your boyfriend."

"Han Ying, you also know that I didn't like you very much before, and I never thought of dealing with you. But I got along with you for a few days by chance, and I think we can become friends. As for the others... I'm sorry , I really didn’t think about it.”

The pair of lustful eyes in front of him dimmed instantly, the long eyelashes trembled, and the eyes were full of disappointment.Most of Rong Chuan's friends and opponents in the circle he interacts with on a daily basis are very smart, and he can understand every single point. He seldom encounters a situation where he needs to speak so bluntly. I could only slow down my breath as much as possible, and coaxed the other party softly like a child: "Ying Juju, if you have something to say, let me go first."

Han Ying stubbornly hugged him and refused to move, still trying to make the last struggle: "You don't want to have sex with me, is it because you still think about dumb flute?"

"That's not true." On this issue, Rong Chuan was very calm: "I remember telling you that we have already broken up. I will not think about the matter of the breakup, so it has nothing to do with him between us."

A ray of hope rekindled in Han Ying's eyes: "If it wasn't for him, then I would have a chance, right?"

Rong Chuan really couldn't bear to watch his ups and downs like a roller coaster, so he could only try to be as tactful as possible: "At least it's not in the plan yet."

"Oh..." Han Ying thought for a while, then bowed his head and kissed his ear a little sadly: "It doesn't matter if you don't like me now, my mother told me that a wife who really wants to marry back home always has to work hard chasing."

While talking, he reached out his hand again and comforted softly: "Don't think about anything now, and don't refuse me, I just stuffed so many oysters for you to eat, it's more or less my fault... This kind of thing is very uncomfortable, let me help you out first, anyway, since you don't like me now, it doesn't mean anything. If you really feel uncomfortable, you can treat me as a sex toy. Don’t you also look at a and v? Anyway, that’s what it means.”

Rong Chuan had exhausted his physical strength after tossing around for a while, and now being held tightly by him, the intense stimulation from extreme exhaustion made him only raise his head and close his eyes as if giving up, biting his lips tightly, for fear of the groan in his throat, Once Yin is leaked, it will create a new illusion for the other party.

The moment his body climbed to the peak, he turned his head and cast his gaze out of the window. In the drizzle, the sea surface was beautiful.The flowers extruded by the waves bloom piece by piece, and then return to silence in an instant after being exhausted.On the far sea level, the dark clouds gradually dissipated, and the sun that was about to set gave off an extremely magnificent flame with the last bit of afterglow, like a mirage-like grand beauty.

Han Ying felt his hands were wet and greasy, carefully carried him to the bed, cleaned him up with a tissue, and walked out the door without making a sound.

The little black dog also seemed to have sensed the complicated mood of his friend, and followed him out step by step, wagging his tail.

The sea breeze came slowly with a rustling sound, and there was a slight fishy smell in the air.Han Ying stared at the setting sun in a daze, and stood there for a long time, until the mobile phone in his trouser pocket vibrated, accompanied by a sound of "dang", reminding the owner that a new message had arrived on WeChat, and then he returned in a daze. Come on.

"Xiaoying, you haven't contacted me for a long time. Where are you now? Who are you with? Is it convenient to call?"

On the WeChat information prompt interface, Fang Xin's newly changed avatar was smiling like a flower, and with a few simple questions, the entire display screen was lit up.