Tigers ban coveting

Ling Jiamu's eyes widened, and he exclaimed beside him: "The ligament is so good, it's awesome."

He spread his legs slightly and pressed down hard, trying to imitate the same action.

The bones creaked, and I really couldn't go down.

Ling Jiamu smiled awkwardly, retracted his legs, and praised again: "The tendons are so soft, they are too strong."

Duan Wuxin was still sitting on the ground without moving, her hands resting on the ground, her forearms trembling.

Half of it is embarrassment, and the other half is loss of strength.

Ling Junhan ignored his brother's retarded behavior, walked over quickly, and pulled him up from the ground.

Holding Duan Wuxin's wrist, he checked it up and down, "Is it not hurt?"

Duan Wuxin shook his head, keeping his head sullen and silent.

Being beaten into the air and doing the splits, I was so embarrassed.

He pushed Ling Junhan away and walked out with a sullen expression on his face.

The head of the regiment patted the ashes on his hands, stood up, and gestured with his arms open: "This relative of yours is not suitable for joining the army, but suitable for dancing. This muscle is weak, and it will be opened as soon as you pull it."

"Shut up." Ling Junhan glared at him, preventing him from continuing to recall the scene just now, and quickly interrupted, "Okay, go and do your work."

"Really, you suggest that he change his career and go to the entertainment industry to become popular." The head of the team glanced at the pale young man and suggested sincerely, "It's a pity not to make a debut with such a beautiful face. The army side , it’s really not suitable.”

Duan Wuxin didn't go far, listening to the conversation, his fists were clenched tightly.

She turned into an embroidered pillow and deserved to be laughed at.

He pursed his lips tightly, without saying a word, completely lost the excitement when he came here.

Layers of thin sweat dripped from the back, sticking to the shirt, which was very uncomfortable.

Seeing his ugly expression, Ling Junhan stopped him and said, "You don't need to plan his future, go to training."

"Okay, sir." The head of the regiment shrugged helplessly, picked up the army commander on the ground, and walked out of the training ground from the other side.

Ling Junhan turned around, took two big strides and stood side by side with Duan Wuxin, sensing his depression.

Putting his arms around his thin shoulders, he asked, "Unhappy?"

"Can you be happy? Weak like this, trash." Duan Wuxin pursed her mouth, and complained mercilessly to herself.

He hated his soft and weak body so much, but what could he do?

It was he who begged to change his person, and he had to bear the consequences himself.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, now I know how to transform into a human. If you want to go to the battlefield, you can switch back to the tiger form."

Ling Junhan reached out and rubbed his short hair, and comforted him: "Maybe, you have other skills that you haven't discovered yet."

Duan Wuxin pretended to be calm, but felt that he was sweating more and more, but his palms were hot.

After a lot of tossing just now, I feel dizzy now.

As if unwilling to admit defeat, with a blushing face, he begged: "I'll try the mecha again."

Seeing that the person didn't speak, Duan Wuxin shook his arm, "Just try."

Ling Junhan couldn't say a word of rejection, whether it was a human or a tiger, Duan Wuxin was stubborn and proud.

Even though the result could be predicted, he didn't want to kill his hope with words.

After hesitating for a moment, he took him to the mecha training room.

Duan Wuxin stepped into the mech, clicked the button, and applied for the spiritual union.

After the link is successful, some people can't bear the strong spiritual resonance, and their brains are even more dizzy.

He held his breath, swung the joystick forcibly, and aimed at the moving target on the opposite side with difficulty.

The bullseye in front of him turned into a double image, overlapping and dangling.

Duan Wuxin frowned, aimed with one eye, and pressed the shooting button.

With a bang, it shifted violently.

Always proud, Duan Wuxin never gives up easily.

Without stopping, he tried again and again, trying to hit it.

Half an hour passed, and finally hit a shot.

Ling Junhan stood outside the mecha with a serious face, watching his forceful movements, his heart ached.

"Brother, what's wrong with Xinxin?" Ling Jiamu also saw that something was wrong, "He was very powerful before, how did he weaken so much after becoming a human?"

"I don't know, it may have something to do with the human hormones he injected."

Thinking of the report Meng Yusen gave him, Ling Junhan boldly speculated, "If that person's physical fitness is not good, it will relatively affect the strength of his heart."

Ling Jiamu touched his chin, very puzzled, "No, why did they find a person with poor physical fitness to do the experiment? Isn't it good to find someone from the army? There are so many soldiers, and all of them can fight."

"I think that maybe this person is a genius in military strategy. The beasts are already very strong, but they have no thoughts. If the two are combined, is it invincible?" Ling Junhan stared at the flying moving target, guessing that it might be possible sex.

He is too aware of Li Yingyi's style of work, and he will never do unnecessary experiments.

There are only two possibilities for Duan Wuxin's current situation.

Or, it was a sequela of the experiment, something wrong with the body.

Or, it is an invincible strong man who greedily wants two in one.

"I'm stupid, it makes sense. You mean, the current Xinxin may be much stronger strategically than before?" Ling Jiamu turned his attention back to that beautiful boy. It's hard to imagine what such a small head can become. Sample.

Ling Junhan hummed, "I found a teacher from the Military Academy to teach him tomorrow. Whether he has talent or not, I'll know when the time comes."

"Oh, that's fine too." Ling Jiamu followed his scorching gaze and floated back, with a suspicious look on his face.

He hesitated, and expressed his inner doubt: "Why do I feel that you care more about Xinxin than me now?"

Ling Junhan still looked at the direction of the mech, and said with a sneer, "You just realized? The reflex arc is quite long."

"Why, I'm your own brother, he's at most your adopted son." Ling Jiamu said angrily, "You're too partial."

Ling Junhan sighed in his heart, and didn't bother to talk to him, "I don't talk to people who are both low in business."

It was a straight-up insult.

Ling Jiamu was so angry that he jumped on the spot, "Why are you still attacking personally!"

As soon as the words fell, the boy in the mecha room turned pale, his arms trembled, and he fainted in the mecha room the next second.

His thin body hit the console, making a loud bang.

Ling Junhan pushed away the person in front of him, strode over to open the door of the mecha, bent down and gently hugged the person by the waist.

His arm touched Duan Wuxin's bare skin, and the person in his arms was hot all over, and the temperature was abnormally high.

"Xinxin seems to have a fever. It's inconvenient for him to go to the hospital. Tell the doctor to go to the Marshal's Mansion." Ling Junhan's expression became serious.

He hugged him tightly with his palms and carried him out of the training room.

"Okay." Ling Jiamu didn't talk nonsense, but just followed quickly, and hurriedly followed behind to make a phone call.

After finishing the explanation in a few words, he asked the doctor to bring the commonly used medicine, and quickly jumped into the mecha and rushed back.

Ling Junhan sat in the back seat with Duan Wuxin in his arms, his whole body tensed up, unable to conceal his worry.

He looked down at the boy with his eyes closed, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and he looked very uncomfortable.

"Why did Xinxin faint all of a sudden?" Ling Jiamu increased his speed to the fastest speed, almost turning the mech into a spaceship.

Ling Junhan brushed the broken hair on his forehead with his fingertips, and said softly, "It rained in the morning, and I just went through a messy training, so it's no wonder I don't get sick."

He considered this level, but he didn't expect Duan Wuxin to be so weak now.

Ling Junhan frowned, shook the person in his arms lightly, and shouted: "Xinxin, wake up."

Hearing someone call his name, Duan Wuxin was in a trance.

Feeling that the eyelids are heavier than a thousand catties, I struggle to open them, but my whole body loses strength, "I feel so uncomfortable."

"Hurry up, I'll be home soon." Ling Junhan glanced at the speedometer and patted the driver's seat in front, "Drive faster."

With a mournful face, Ling Jiamu carefully increased the speed by a few points, "This is already the fastest speed I can control, any sooner I will ascend to heaven."

Duan Wuxin grabbed the buttons of Ling Junhan's coat, her fingertips were pale and bloodless.

"Father Ling, what's wrong with me?"

Ling Junhan didn't bother to correct his address at the moment, the patient was the eldest, so he could only comfort him in a low voice: "I have a fever, it should be fine."

"My chest is so stuffy and I have no strength." Duan Wuxin spoke intermittently, and pressed his hot face to the back of Ling Junhan's hand to absorb a little bit of the cold temperature.

Chest tightness, shortness of breath, weakness of limbs.

Duan Wuxin pinched the palm of his hand, feeling terrible.

When he was a white tiger in the past, he also ran in the rainstorm, and his body was quite resistant.

There is nothing wrong with it, and I can still dry a few catties of beef when I come back.

Now.....

Duan Wuxin sighed, and he didn't know what kind of change would be good.

Fate always seems to be teasing him, just giving him some sweetness, and then immediately hitting him in the head.

The scenery outside the window flew by, and within 10 minutes, they arrived at the Marshal's Mansion.

Ling Jiamu parked the mecha in the atrium, turned to look at the two people in the back seat, "Brother, here we are, the doctor will be here soon, you should carry him up first."

Ling Junhan hummed, lowered his head and pressed Duan Wuxin's ear, and said softly, "Hook it up, I'll carry you upstairs."

Duan Wuxin obediently stretched out his hand to hook his neck, buried his head in the crest of his neck, and let him move.

Ling Junhan strode upstairs with the man in his arms, kicked open the door of the master bedroom, and carefully laid it flat on the master bedroom bed.

He pulled the quilt and wrapped him tightly, like a silkworm chrysalis, only revealing a small silver head.

"Don't mess around in the future, be obedient." Ling Junhan sighed, looking at the sharp chin, his heart ached.

He stood up and walked around the room, walked to the glazed table and poured a cup of hot water for him.

Duan Wuxin took his hand, opened his mouth and drank a couple of sips, then lay back down again.

He had never been ill, but this time the illness came like a mountain, and he finally realized how much he suffered.

Remember when Ling Junhan had a fever last time, was he also so uncomfortable?

Duan Wuxin stared at the busy people, and blinked silently.

His empathy ability has always been poor, and he cannot perceive the hearts of others, nor can he feel the pain of others.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt sorry for Ling Junhan that day.

There was a knock on the door, and an unfamiliar face came in with a medicine box, and asked politely, "Marshal, Adjutant Ling said someone had a fever, is the patient on the bed?"

"Yes, Doctor Xie, please check it out." Ling Junhan nodded slightly when he saw the person coming.

He moved a little away, revealing the pale face behind him.

Dr. Xie put down the medicine box and went straight to the point.

He squeezed his mouth to check it, took out the thermometer and bit it on his forehead, and said, "Why is it so hot? You need to take an injection to reduce the fever, and then take the medicine on time."

"I don't want to get an injection." Duan Wuxin reflexively refused, and when he thought of needles, he felt afraid.

When I was caught doing experiments when I was a child, there were always long needles poking into my body, which caused a terrible pain.

Ling Junhan lifted the quilt a little with a sullen face, and patted him on the back lightly, "Be obedient, the injection will heal quickly."

"It needs an injection, otherwise it will burn for too long and cause other complications." The doctor also patiently persuaded him.

Professionals spoke, and patients had to follow suit.

Duan Wuxin reluctantly turned over, pulled down his pants, felt his buttocks feel cold for a while, and then a needle pierced him.

It hurts, it hurts like hell.

He raised his head and opened his mouth to bite the arm in front of him, diverting the pain mercilessly.

Ling Junhan raised his eyebrows, and stretched out his arms to let him vent.

Still have the energy to bite him, the mouth is really hard.

After one injection, there was a round imprint on his hand.

"Okay, remember to take the medicine on time, and you can apply a towel on your forehead." The doctor put away the syringe and instructed: "It's been cold recently, so be careful not to catch the cold."

Ling Junhan thought of the extreme cold device, no wonder Duan Wuxin was frozen inside for so long in his single clothes.

It seems that next time it will be replaced by other extreme weather.

Every time I change into a human being, I am so frozen, how can my small body bear it.

"Please run for a while, thank you." Ling Junhan got up to thank him, and sent him downstairs before turning back to the master bedroom.

Duan Wuxin, who was sick, was simply delicate, moaning and moaning under the quilt, rolling left and right.

Ling Junhan obeyed the doctor's order, took boiled water and mixed the medicine according to the instructions, and handed a black glass to him.

He squeezed his sharp chin and coaxed in a low voice: "Drink the medicine."

"If you don't drink it, it will smell bad." As soon as the outsider left, Duan Wuxin turned his face away, and began to be rude again.

"Duan Wuxin, you really think I have nothing to do with you, don't you?" Ling Junhan gritted his teeth, handed the cup to his face stubbornly, and changed his tone of command, "Drink quickly."

Duan Wuxin lost his temper, and lay down directly under the quilt, covering his head tightly.

Indeed, there is no way to take him.

"Okay, you go to sleep for a while, wake up and drink." Ling Junhan lowered his eyes, but he was still unwilling to attack him.

He took the documents from the study and piled them on the bed, sitting sideways next to Duan Wuxin, flipping through them with one hand.

It's just that Duan Wuxin is sticky when he is sick, and he doesn't sleep well.

After a while, he fell into a drowsy sleep, turned over and opened his arms to hug his waist.

Just following the physiological conditioned reflex, the body temperature of a man is low, which is very suitable for hugging to cool down.

Ling Junhan wanted to put him flat and cover him with the quilt, but just as his palm touched his shoulder, he heard a fierce voice, "Don't move."

I don't know if it's sleep talking or awake.

It was quite fierce, Ling Junhan laughed dumbly, and put his hanging hand back again.

He watched quietly for a while, raised his hand to brush away the messy hair, and made no other movements.

Duan Wuxin moved his head a little comfortably, and simply put his head on his lap.

Curled up in a strange position, fell asleep again.

Ling Junhan's back was stiff, feeling that his spine was about to go numb.

Duan Wuxin felt a little better after sleeping until dusk. She rubbed her eyes, and when she opened her eyes, she saw dark blue trousers.

He moved his head and asked ignorantly, "Why are you on my bed?"

"This is my bed, my legs are numb from your sleep." Ling Junhan glanced at him, still maintaining the previous movement, "I didn't move for four and a half hours."

Duan Wuxin let out an oh, and without moving his head, he rubbed against the military trousers.

After a while, he whispered, "Thank you."

"Looks better, have you learned how to take care of patients?" Ling Junhan said leisurely, "When I was sick last time, how did you treat me?"

Duan Wuxin squinted his eyes and recalled, and couldn't hold back a weak laugh, "I splashed water all over you, and ran away."

"That's right, I will take care of you like this in the future, serving in front of and behind the bed." Ling Junhan felt that he had used precepts and deeds to the extreme.

Duan Wuxin stared at him, looked him up and down, and confessed from the bottom of his heart: "I was wrong."

I didn't get to know Ling Junhan that well before, so I don't blame him.

What's more, at that time, I still thought that this person was a big villain, full of bad things.

"Well, if you know a mistake, you can correct it, a child can be taught." Ling Junhan praised him.

Duan Wuxin raised his eyes, his eyes were determined, "When you get sick next time, I will lend you my thigh to sleep in."

"...It's not necessary." Ling Junhan thought about that thin leg, and it broke when he pressed it.

He raised his hand to take the medicine next to him, and the cup was completely cold, "I'll go and warm up the medicine for you, drink it now."

Before the word "no" could be said, Duan Wuxin saw someone get up from the bed and go downstairs.

He raised his hand to touch his forehead, it was still hot.

But the medicine is really too bitter.

I was struggling in my heart, Ling Junhan had already gone and returned, and put the medicine in front of him.

Still the same line, only more omitted.

"Drink."

Duan Wuxin was forced to hold her breath, took a sip with difficulty, and shook her head violently, "No, I can't drink it."

Ling Junhan didn't speak, just held the cup and looked at him steadily.

Duan Wuxin was a little frightened by being stared at, wiped the corners of her mouth, and said with a sneer: "That injection is quite effective, I think it's much better now, just sleep and you don't need to take medicine."

"You can't drink it, okay." Ling Junhan picked up the cup and took a sip, pinched the man's chin, and leaned his head towards him.

The distance between the two suddenly drew closer, almost touching their lips.

With scorching breath hitting his face, Duan Wuxin raised his arm and struggled, trying to push away the restraint of his forearm.

Struggling hard, I found that I couldn't push it.

Duan Wuxin looked up at him and shouted loudly: "What are you doing!"

"Don't you want to drink it? I'll feed you." Ling Junhan held the medicine in his mouth expressionlessly, and moved his lips forward a little bit, as if he was going to press it to pass the medicine over.

"Don't do this." Duan Wuxin suddenly turned his head, his face was hotter than before.

It's just feeding medicine, as for this?

Ling Junhan looked down at him, and said lightly: "If you are not good, I will feed you the rest like this."

"I'll drink and I'll drink, that's fine." Duan Wuxin confessed, and took the initiative to take the cup, and drank it down with the courage of a strong man who treats death as if he would break his wrist.

The Adam's apple rolled, and a large cup of bitter medicine entered the throat, which was extremely uncomfortable.

"Well, good boy." Ling Junhan put the cup back on the table with satisfaction.

Duan Wuxin looked at people with a frown, and said with disgust: "You really have a lot of tricks."

"I'm here to help you get better soon." Ling Junhan twitched the corners of his mouth, bent over and took his temperature with a thermometer.

The fever has not subsided, and it is too slow to heal.

He fetched a basin of ice water from the bathroom, soaked it with a large towel, squeezed out half of the water, and soaked it several times.

The towel was torn apart again, he took the basin out and put it on the bedside, bent down and reached out to pull Duan Wuxin's clothes.

"What are you going to do again!" Duan Wuxin protected his chest, and said in horror: "This can't be like this between us father and son."

Holding the corner of the towel, Ling Junhan sneered and said, "I'll show you what it means to be a loving father and a filial son. I'll help you wipe your body to cool down physically."

He raised the thermometer next to him and displayed the number on it, "If it continues to burn, people will be stupid."

"What physical cooling, I don't understand." Duan Wuxin muttered.

"Take off your clothes if you don't understand." Ling Junhan's tone was very strong, "You take off yourself, or I will help you."

Duan Wuxin didn't believe in evil, and raised his chin and said, "You can search the Internet and show me."

Surf boy, the Internet explains everything.

Ling Junhan lowered his eyes, took out the communicator and typed expressionlessly, the search results popped up, and then turned on the screen in front of him.

"How, did I lie to you?"

Duan Wuxin squinted his eyes due to the light, and slowly read the words above.

[Cold compresses with towels can physically reduce the temperature, which can reduce fever to a certain extent. 】

Also, I really didn't lie to him.

"Well, I've wronged you." Duan Wuxin lowered her head shyly, unbuttoned it slowly, and threw the jacket aside.

He lifted his waist and reached for the zipper on the waistband of his trousers.

Ling Junhan pressed his hand, his temples throbbed wildly, and his voice was a little hoarse, "Don't take off your pants."

"Physical cooling, wipe it together, it will heal quickly." Duan Wuxin quickly pulled down his pants with a brush.

Ling Junhan closed his eyes, then slowly opened them again.

...fuck, it's a good thing I'm wearing panties.

This little elf is probably sent by the heavens to take him in.

Innocent and pure, I am really afraid that I will be deceived by bad guys one day.

Ling Junhan took the towel and spread it out, starting from the forehead, slowly across the facial features, and extending to the neck.

The towel rested on his chest, and he felt guilty, and he didn't dare to move it down.

"Why didn't you move?" Duan Wuxin stared at his movements and urged, "Wipe quickly, it's so cold."

Ling Junhan suppressed his breath, recited the Great Compassion Mantra silently in his heart, and forcibly wiped his chest without distraction, and came to his lower abdomen.

After taking a few breaths, he picked up the towel and rubbed it in the cold water basin to calm himself down.

The palms and backs of the hands are hot.

I don't know who is having the fever.

He closed his eyes and pressed down the strange thought, then returned to the lower abdomen, and slowly wiped the bottom of the thigh.

Don't dare to look directly at it, just act based on feeling.

I could feel Duan Wuxin's breath hitting his cheek, very light and itchy.

The kid was staring at him without blinking, as if observing his expression.

"...Don't look at me." Ling Junhan stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, blinking his eyelashes wildly, and scratching the skin of his palm.

Duan Wuxin struggled away and watched his movements seriously, "Why can't you watch? I'm learning how you take care of patients."

Reasonable, but powerless to refute.

Ling Junhan supported the bed, moved the towel to his ankles, and put it back on his waist.

The other hand supported the bed, sinking into the deep indentation.

Going back and forth three times, I feel that the body temperature has dropped a lot.

The whole process was as long as going through a catastrophe.

There was an exclamation from the door of the bedroom, Ling Junhan turned his head and saw the pale mother standing at the door, with her bag dropped on the ground.

Ji Mei looked at the two people who were almost overlapped, the boy under her son was completely naked, the scene was intriguing.

She pointed at the bed dumbfounded, and raised her voice, "Ling Junhan, which wild man did you bring back!"