Master Qing Leng interprets it with his own body

Knowing that Master was going back to the room to treat the wound, Shen Yan got up quickly, enduring the pain behind her, and hurriedly chased after him.

Pushing open the door of Han Han's bedroom suddenly, Shen Yan's eyes suddenly appeared the master's naked snow-white upper body.The anxiety in my heart was suddenly hit by that warm jade-like body, and my heart jumped heavily.

The blood-stained robe, middle coat and inner coat were thrown on the ground. At this time, Han Han was only wearing his underwear, and was sitting at the round table facing the door.

The shoulders are round, the waist is strong and thin, the muscles are well-proportioned, and the lines are smooth.If it weren't for the wrong occasion, it could really be called very eye-catching.

He Han didn't expect someone to break into his room, after a moment of stupefaction, he immediately stretched out his hand to cover his chest, raised his eyebrows and shouted: "Who let you in!"

Shen Yan recovered quickly, and knelt on the ground with a thud: "Your disciple is damned! You have caused Master to be injured again! Please ask disciple to clean up Master's wound!"

"The teacher is tired of hearing this kind of talk! When will you be able to improve?" Han Han said coldly, his voice seemed to be filled with perennial frost.

Shen Yan lowered his head, indeed, he said these words so many times over the years that even he felt annoyed.

"……come on."

Sighing, Han Han turned around, pulled his long hair from behind to his chest, and exposed his back with three deep wounds to Shen Yan.

There was nothing he could do about it when he was angry, the wound stretched from his left shoulder to his right waist, no matter how great his supernatural power was, he had to find someone to apply medicine.

When Shen Yan saw it, her eyes immediately turned black, and she was so distressed that she was about to faint!Strong self-blame welled up in his heart, making his chest throb violently.

Taking a deep breath, he hurriedly got up and ran a few times to the backyard to bring some basins of clean water, put the latch on the door, and walked behind Han Han.

Han Han thought it was just a simple treatment of the wound, so he didn't think much about it.But when Shen Yan's tall and broad figure approached from behind, he couldn't help feeling a sense of being oppressed by danger, and his scalp tingled.

The person behind him began to clean his wound with gauze soaked in clear water. The severe pain hit him. The clear pain made him grab the tablecloth and twist it tightly. The teapot and cup on the tablecloth fell over with a clatter .

His whole body was tense, and his knuckles were blue.

"Master, relax! Otherwise, there will be more blood flow!" Shen Yan's slightly trembling voice came from behind.

Shen Han frowned and pursed her lips, looking back dissatisfied——do you still want to teach me?I don't have more injury experience than you?

But in the end, he slowly relaxed his back, but he still held a corner of the tablecloth tightly in his hands.

Shen Yan pressed gently bit by bit, pity and remorse cut his heart like a sharp knife.Big drops of sweat fell from his forehead, slipped into his clothes along the side of his neck, and soon soaked the entire neckline.

After a while, Shen Han felt the pain lessen, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Before he could catch his breath, Shen Yan walked around in front of him, bent down, and wiped the sweat on his forehead with a veil with a serious face.

At the beginning, the sense of danger of being oppressed surged up again, and he subconsciously raised his head and hid: "I'm not a child, can you do it? Besides, what kind of eyes do you have? I'm not dead yet..."

Before he finished speaking, the sound was automatically muted.

Shen Yan's veil wiped across his forehead, all the way down, across his cheeks, neck, Adam's apple, collarbone, and heart.

The heat of the fingers pressed against the skin through the veil, like a small spark ignited, crackling, making his ears heat up inch by inch, and his throat became so dry that he couldn't make a sound.

Shen Yan dipped meticulously in every sweaty place.

When he rubbed it to his heart, Han Han's body trembled, and the tips of his ears felt like they were about to burn.

He felt that this way of rubbing was too intimate, but Shen Yan's expression was so righteous that he couldn't find a reason to scold him.

Uncomfortably lowering his eyes, he saw the ancient sandalwood storage bracelet on his left wrist out of the corner of his eye, and finally thought of a solution: "Cough...well...don't rub it anymore, just apply the medicine."

After finishing speaking, he let go of his right hand holding the tablecloth, and took a bottle of Lengxiang Yuji Cream from the storage bracelet and handed it to Shen Yan.

Shen Yan took the medicine bottle, and glanced at the master's fair and powerful arm. The storage bracelet on the wrist was made of nine ancient sandalwood beads, exuding a simple and solemn charm.

This bracelet is always worn by the master, and it is usually hidden under the wide sleeve robe, only now it is hanging alone on the bare wrist, the dark bead string makes the jade-white skin look smooth and flawless.

"...Yes, Master." The Adam's apple rolled, and Shen Yan was silent for a moment, trying to make a dry and deep response from her throat.

Uncorking the bottle, a cold aroma came out.He dipped a little, bent down, and carefully started to paint from Han Han's left shoulder.

Being too close, Shen Yan's breath breathed on the back of Shen Han's neck, and Shen Han only felt a cool air slipping over his spine, and he couldn't help but puffed up his chest and leaned back, his waist was concaved in an arc.

He bit his lips tightly, so as to block the hum that was about to overflow just now.

Shen Yan thought he was in pain, and without thinking about it, she handed the empty hand to Master's lips: "Master, is the pain severe? If it hurts too much, bite my hand."

Because the skeleton was born big, the palm was also wide, at this time it was slightly bent and rested on Shen Han's chin, as if holding his small half of the face.

Shen Han suddenly felt that not only the tips of his ears, but also his neck began to feel hot.

"Troublesome!" Turning his head away from Shen Yan's big hand, he straightened his waist and raised his momentum, "Don't treat me as a teacher like a child! Is a small injury worth making such a hypocritical attitude!"

"Don't be naughty, finish your medicine and get out!" He added ferociously.

However, his neck was covered with a blush, and the tips of his ears had been blushing from just now, which greatly reduced his aura.

Shen Yan couldn't help but her heart skipped a beat again.

He quickly lowered his eyes, focusing on the wound again: "Master, if it hurts, call it out."

Shen Han snorted coldly in his heart, did Xiao Liu think he was a fragile porcelain doll?What big wind and waves has he never seen?

Then he felt Shen Yan's scorching breath rushing straight to the back of his neck, and then moving down very slowly along the spine.Even though it was such a hot temperature, there was a burst of cold air on his back, and he couldn't help but want to straighten his waist forward to avoid it.

A strange tingling feeling gradually grew in this unstoppable cold air, and it rushed from the back to the back of the head, and then slipped from the back of the head to the heart.

With soft ointment on Shen Yan's fingers, she gently circled around the wound on Shen Han's back, gradually sliding from the left shoulder to the right waist.

I don't know if it was the pain, or what, but Shen Han's body was shaking more and more violently, and the hand holding the tablecloth slowly retracted towards his body, pulling the tablecloth more and more crumpled.

Suddenly, Shen Han's waist and limbs softened, and his upper body suddenly fell forward.The tablecloth was torn off by his forward force, and the cups on it fell to the ground, with a sharp shattering sound.