Beauty burst table

Two days later, at nightfall, it was time for the fourth injection.

"Ugh..."

A subdued, hoarse cry of pain, still childish

, came from the couch.Behind the gauze curtain, the figure of a young man lying on his stomach can be vaguely seen.

The young man's face was pale and in a daze, and the tears trickled down like broken beads, onto his tightly biting lips.

Feng Yinqiao pulled out the last golden needle, lay down next to the young man, stretched out his two arms, hugged the young man in his arms, wrapped one arm around his waist, and patted his back with the other, as if coaxing a child, once and for all, pat.

The two of them stuck together, Xie Lingqiao seemed to be embedded in each other's arms, and his little face intertwined with sweat and tears was stuck to his collarbone.

"Okay, it doesn't hurt anymore..." the man coaxed him warmly.

But Xie Lingqiao was already in a trance from the pain, although the pain had passed for a moment, the lingering power had not faded, his face was still frighteningly pale, and his breathing was very uneven.He heard the man coaxing him to comfort him like this, and subconsciously didn't want to obey the culprit, turned around and turned his back on him.

But the person is still in the arms of the other party, without the strength to climb out.

His clothes hung aside, along with his white undershirt.Every time after the needles are applied, he wants to take them off and put them on again, but he has to wait for a long time.

"Xiao Jiu," the man called out against his thin back, in a low voice, not indifferent, but soft.

He paused for a moment, and then responded with a muffled sound.It was a weak and unhappy voice, even if it answered, it seemed like it didn't answer.

Feng Yinqiao still circled him, hugged him, lowered his eyes, and slowly, gently placed kisses like raindrops on the back of his snow-white neck, which was full of soothing meaning, but it didn't seem like a mere kiss. Just to appease.

It's hot, warm, but also... a bit comfortable.

Xie Lingqiao was just in a daze when his head was in a daze. He had just suffered from pain just now. Now he was coaxed patiently and intimately, and the discomfort was not so severe.

It's like soaking in warm water, with a feeling of stretching.

He was not sober at this time, and he didn't think of resisting at all, but was indulging in the comfort of this strange color.

His fingertips trembled, his eyes narrowed slightly, his sweaty forehead hair fell down, covering the corners of his eyes that were as red as peach blossoms.

but……

It seems, somewhere, something is wrong.

"Sir..." Xie Lingqiao gasped and asked doubtfully, "Did you bring the fire stick from the kitchen..."

His mind is really confused at this time, otherwise he should be able to react.

He didn't think about the words he uttered, and this, where is it...

Feng Yinqiao smiled lightly, like the spring breeze melting snow, but his eyes were deep.

With his right hand, he held Xie Lingqiao's sweaty and sticky little hand, and his five fingers passed through the other's fingers, and his fingers were intertwined.

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In the valley, peach blossoms bloom on the peach trees. The petals are blown off by the wind and fall into the stream. When the stream slowly flows away, the traces of spring are already heavy.

It's spring again.

In a blink of an eye, Xie Lingqiao has lived with Fengyinqiao in this valley for three full years.

He ran away once—in the first year, when he stayed in the valley until the third month, he finally gave him the opportunity to go out at Fengyin Bridge. run away.He was caught a month later. At that time, it was a dark night, and Fengyinqiao was covered with white frost all over his shoulders. He appeared in front of him who was curled up on the bed in the inn because of his weak soul, and hugged him horizontally. When he got up, one hand paused in mid-air, and finally hit his buttocks gently, then hugged him tightly, and carried him out of the inn door.

After he came back that time, he heard Yinyue say: "Sir, I haven't closed my eyes for the past few days just to find you."

Whether he closed his eyes or not, he doesn't know, but since then, Fengyinqiao has never done that kind of experiment on him, not once, and the pain seems to have gone away.

But Feng Yinqiao began to watch him very closely, as if he was afraid that he would run away again, and began to take care of him very carefully——in the past few years, the way Feng Yinqiao treated him became more and more gentle and careful Exaggeration, even including getting up early to help him dress, feeding him bite by bite when eating... really treat Xie Lingqiao like a child.If Xie Lingqiao was unhappy, he would try to coax him to care.

As a result, Xie Lingqiao has been on vacation for the past few years.When he faced the Fengyin Bridge, his defense was not so heavy.But it is far from being in love with each other.

"gentlemen!"

There was a sound of trotting footsteps, interspersed with the voice of a young boy jumping for joy, and a breath like a little sun jumped out.

Feng Yinqiao was drying herbs in the yard. Hearing this voice, the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, and his eyes seemed to be soaked with tenderness. He turned his head, and saw a young man dressed in tender yellow spring fir running towards him, black and white. Her long hair was tied up with a silver headband, and she smiled brightly in the sun.

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