Raiding That Tsundere [Quick Transmigration]

Hua Zhirong looked at Wen Jingshu who was carrying the bowl and chopsticks to the kitchen with his chin, and then lowered his head to look at his well-wrapped wound.

This, is this taken care of as a patient?

He, he thought that his little wound would be mercilessly ridiculed...

"Your home's identification system has been repaired." Wen Jingshu finished putting away the dishes, walked out of the kitchen, took out a piece of paper and wiped his hands, and said.

Hua Zhirong immediately pricked up his ears and fine hairs, as expected there was a conspiracy to treat him so well, did he despise him?To finally drive him away?

"But since you're injured, stay at my house for a few days until you recover from your injury." Wen Jingshu threw the paper into the trash can and said as a matter of course.

Hua Zhirong: "..."

The capacity of the flower:? ? ! !

Injury, healing...

Hua Zhirong looked down at her little finger, then looked up at Wen Jingshu, trying to find a trace of joking on his face.

As a result, Wen Jingshu had a serious face, full of seriousness, and there was no intention of joking in it.

He always thought that probably in this world, he was the only one who would think that this was a great wound, but today he finally found a "fellow man", but he only had one thought: Is this person mentally retarded?

But this man is obviously not mentally retarded, but the part-time male god who he has been secretly in love with for more than a year.

"What's wrong?" Seeing his complicated expression, Wen Jingshu showed an inexplicable smile.

Hua Zhirong shook his head immediately, and said with a serious attitude: "I will take good care of my wounds." As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Wen Jingshu.

"It's inconvenient for you to be injured. I'll help you take a bath." Wen Jingshu dragged her while talking, and prepared a change of clothes by the way.

The words of Hua Zhirong's refusal swirled around her lips several times, and finally swallowed them without hesitation, all she had to do was raise her hands and feet to show her attitude: "Okay, okay."

Under Wen Jingshu's careless exaggeration, Hua Zhirong was almost successfully hypnotized: I was seriously injured, and now I need the care and love of others.

"Raise your hands." Wen Jingshu leaned against his body and meticulously undressed him.

Hua Zhirong obediently raised her hand, feeling his meticulous care until she took off her bottom.

"Lift your legs, I'll help you take off your underwear."

The Face of Flowers: ...

Hua Zhirong struggled for a while, nodded awkwardly, raised his leg, Wen Jingshu hooked his fingers, and stripped him naked. I don't know if he is too sensitive, has an illusion, or is it true. So much, he felt his ass was slapped.

He looked at Wen Jingshu suspiciously, and saw that he patted him in the face again without changing his face and heartbeat: "Don't be distracted."

Hua Zhirong puffed up her face.

Hua Zhirong moved in tangled, afraid that Wen Jingshu would be squeezed, and felt too far away, uncomfortable, and then moved out, Wen Jingshu felt his movement, and grabbed him: "Still pain?"

Hua Zhirong silently touched her little finger in the dark, feeling a little dazed.

"Why didn't you run away? Were you accidentally injured?" Wen Jingshu didn't worry about it anymore, he put his arms around Hua Zhirong, Hua Zhirong's body froze, Wen Jingshu still took his hand naturally, and touched it.

"I, I ran away," Hua Zhirong said stumblingly, his voice became softer as he spoke, "I didn't run fast..."

Jiang Zuoren went crazy like a neuropathy. He was taken aback and wanted to find someone, but Jiang Zuoren, the man who stabbed people and made his eyes red, couldn't tolerate living things. Rongdu subconsciously slashed. Fortunately, Hua Zhirong dodged quickly, but when he subconsciously blocked it with his hand, he was scratched.

"Yeah." Wen Jingshu rubbed his head and stopped talking.

Hua Zhirong felt that he should say something more, but also felt that he should not say anything, he turned his head slightly, and saw Wen Jingshu very close to him.

"Shu..." Hua Zhirong opened his mouth, but before he could finish speaking, all the voices melted under another person's light kiss in the next second.

Wen Jingshu kissed very lightly and carefully, he didn't go too deep, just touched the surface, Hua Zhirong closed his eyes, his small eyelashes fluttered violently, he felt that his heart was almost flying with joy When I got up, I was dizzy and dizzy, my forehead was probably smoking, and my face was terribly hot.

Wen Jingshu turned his head and kissed him on the cheek, as if ending a ceremony.

"If we kiss again, will it explode?" Wen Jingshu let go of him and touched his face. Compared with Hua Zhirong's face, his hands were absolutely cold. Hua Zhirong was a little greedy for this. The low temperature, could not help rubbing.

Wen Jingshu put his hands together to cool him down. After cooling down for a while, he couldn't help leaning forward and kissed him. The two of them looked like elementary school students who fell in love for the first time, shy and shy. Of course, this was just Hua Zhirong's unilateral idea. Wen Jingshu, who has been a veteran driver for nearly hundreds of years, doesn't feel this way at all.

"Shu..." Hua Zhirong said nervously, what does this kiss mean?Is it what he thinks?Hua Zhirong licked her lips, swallowed again, and felt her heart beating faster.

"Let's try it together, shall we?" Wen Jingshu grabbed his hand, kissed the little finger, and said.

In the dark night, Hua Zhirong couldn't see Wen Jingshu's expression clearly, but just listening to this voice, he felt that his sense of happiness was going to explode. He coughed twice, trying to make his happiness not so obvious: "Cough, Then give it a try."

It's been a long time since the tsundere attribute was online, Wen Jingshu endured and endured, endured again and again, finally couldn't hold back, and slapped this one's face fiercely.

Hua Zhirong puffed up her face and protested: "Why are you pulling my face?"

Can't pull your face?

Wen Jingshu changed direction calmly, turned his hand and grabbed his buttocks, and hugged him in his arms: "We'll talk about it tomorrow, let's go to bed today."

Hua Zhirong bent his calf, and kicked him lightly, even if he had been secretly in love with him for a long time, he couldn't bear such a poor way of changing the subject.

Hua Zhirong was in his arms skillfully, as if she had practiced it thousands of times.

It is indeed thousands of times, in dreams that have been fantasized many times.

At this time, the dream came true, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep, he tossed and turned his small movements several times, and finally Wen Jingshu grabbed and hugged him tightly, so he was so aggrieved that he couldn't move anymore.

"Only when you have enough sleep can you work hard." Wen Jingshu patted him.

Huazhirong: Huh?