Tigers ban coveting

"You're laughing at me!" Duan Wuxin moved back awkwardly, trying to avoid the stickiness, "The quilt is wet... I haven't wet the bed since I was a child, it's all because of that dream."

Ling Junhan slowly wiped the gap between his fingers with paper, put his arms around him and asked with a smile, "Tell me, what did you dream about?"

"I dreamed... kissing you." Duan Wuxin's cheeks flushed, her lower back was imprisoned, and she couldn't move.

He didn't dare to describe that dream in detail, but he had that kind of dream after watching the video, which is really shameful.

Ling Junhan raised his eyebrows, recalling the scene of last night carefully.

When he was in a deep sleep, Duan Wuxin suddenly threw himself on him and began to move his hands and feet.

During the misbehavior, he rubbed his mind in a daze, and the palm of his hand touched the place where the child was quite excited.

He tried to call out "Xinxin" in a low voice, but Duan Wuxin didn't, just closed his eyes and moved around.

So he gritted his teeth, resisted the impulse, and patiently helped him solve it quickly.

Unexpectedly, after holding back for a long time, Duan Wuxin thought it was a dream.

Ling Junhan moved his fingertips and persistently asked: "I only dreamed of kissing?"

"Yeah... and rubbing against each other." Duan Wuxin's voice became lower and lower, and she kicked the quilt covering her body with her toes, revealing a large section of skin.

Ling Junhan looked down at him, and asked nonchalantly, "Are you comfortable?"

"Comfortable." Duan Wuxin replied subconsciously, only to realize that Ling Junhan's right hand was still pinched there.

He stretched out his hand to push away the big hand, and murmured, "Where are you touching, it's dirty."

"It's not dirty, just now you were grabbing my hand and refusing to be let go, now you're turning your face and denying me when you feel better?" Ling Junhan stared straight at him, and said educationally, "You're not bedwetting, you are. ..."

He whispered two words into Duan Wuxin's ear, blunt and obscene.

Duan Wuxin's eyes widened slowly, trying to recall the taste of the dream.

It's cloudy, is this the end?

It was really comfortable, crisp and numb, and the consciousness was completely controlled and out of control.

As if rushing to the clouds, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, and then his limbs went limp.

Until now, I still can't make much effort.

Ling Junhan grabbed his hand, touched himself, and hinted: "Then should we reciprocate courtesy?"

Duan Wuxin curled up her fingertips to avoid touching the overheated skin, and turned her head lamely to find an excuse, "My hand injury hasn't healed yet."

"This one is not hurt." Ling Junhan squeezed his soft palm.

The eyes are straight, the movements are strong, making people irresistible.

Forced to be helpless, Duan Wuxin could only stand up and quickly escape into the bathroom, saying, "I'm taking a shower."

Ling Junhan lay under the quilt, the bath towel spread out, and he couldn't help but laugh.

The child looks like a scumbag who throws it away after use.

He wiped his face and resigned himself to his fate.It's just that Duan Wuxin's indulgence in biting his lower lip and that swaying waist are all in his mind.

It was the first time to see such a bold and shameless Duan Wuxin.

The picture reappeared in my mind, it was really terrible.

Duan Wuxin hid in the bathroom, feeling dizzy, turned on the shower, and propped his injured right hand against the wall.

He drenched his hair half wet, and poured water on his body with the faucet, but it always felt sticky.

We are all adults, so we should be able to understand in seconds, what should we do with the quilt?

Wouldn't it be embarrassing if someone else found out?

His mind was in such a mess that it took him three times as long to barely finish washing.

Turning back into a white tiger, he walked out of the bathroom with his head wet in the water, and there were small puddles of water fainting on the ground.

"Ling Junhan," Duan Wuxin just called out, when he heard a low, muffled groan.

He kept silent, neither to leave nor to stay.He could only stand blankly at the entrance of the bathroom, and saw Ling Junhan turning over to take out a tissue.

"You..." Duan Wuxin shook the water off her body, speechless.

Ling Junhan lowered his eyes, his face was full of passion | desire, his voice was very hoarse, "You won't help me, I can only do it myself."

Speaking of this, it seemed that he had no conscience. Duan Wuxin squatted on the spot, scratching his head in embarrassment, "Next time, next time."

Ling Junhan lifted the quilt and got up, quickly tore off the quilt cover and rolled it up, and put it on the head of the bed.

"Come here, let me dry you."

"Oh, that quilt cover...do you wash it?" Duan Wuxin glanced wildly and asked without confidence.

Ling Junhan hummed suspiciously, and said lightly: "When we get to the Federation, someone on the warship will be in charge of cleaning up."

Duan Wuxin blushed and shook her head frantically, "No, no, you have to wash it."

Ling Junhan sneered, combing his hair skillfully, "Do you dare to do it or not?"

"No, it's embarrassing." Duan Wuxin buried her head in her paws, with her ears hanging limply, looking very frustrated.

Ling Junhan stopped teasing him. After drying his hair, he picked up the quilt and walked outside, "Okay, I'll wash it."

Duan Wuxin followed with his tail wagging, looked at Marshal Ling in military uniform, rolled up the quilt with a serious expression and went into the bathroom.

I don't know, I thought I had some incredible evidence in my hand.

As soon as the quilt cover was soaked in water, Ling Jiamu sniffed the wind like a dog.

Leaning on his mouth and staring at his brother's strange behavior, he questioned: "Are you still washing the quilt yourself?"

Ling Junhan said, "It's dirty."

Ling Jiamu's eyes widened, and he walked back and forth on Renhu's body, "Ah, what are you two doing?"

"No, I ate on the bed and sprinkled it on top." Duan Wuxin opened his mouth to talk nonsense.

Ling Jiamu said, "Then I don't need my brother to do it himself, isn't the logistics finished?"

Duan Wuxin was so irritable that he stretched out his tiger claws to scratch his calf, "You don't care, he just loves to do housework, virtuous and virtuous are his virtues."

Ling Junhan glanced back at him, then turned back to continue rubbing the water stain speechlessly.

Ling Jiamu clicked his tongue, and carefully savored the relationship implied in the conversation.

Could it be that his brother looked so masculine, and it really hurt him? !

It's terrible, this world is subverting his three views every day.

Staring at his brother's skillful rubbing of the quilt, he finally remembered something, "It's only half a day away, I just came to talk to you. After disembarking from the battleship, there will be a celebration ceremony, you two are ready to go."

Duan Wuxin raised his head and asked, "What are you going to prepare?"

Ling Jiamu scratched his head, and felt that his instructions were unnecessary, "You can just show up, but it's just an official way. I guess you can get a promotion because of your medal or something."

"Oh, can I imagine being his adjutant?" Duan Wuxin wagged his tail, looking forward to it.

Ling Jiamu turned pale with shock, and covered the medal on his chest, "Son, you are quite arrogant, have you already taken my place?"

Ling Junhan threw the quilt into the dryer, supported the shaking machine and replied: "I think this is a good idea."

"..." Ling Jiamu pursed his lips, and stood there with a sad face.

He worked so hard to become an adjutant. Will he be pried away before the year comes?

These two people are really right, they are not tigers, and they are not human beings.

"You're kidding." Ling Junhan patted him on the head, not wanting to bully him too hard.

Ling Jiamu breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled happily, "I'm scared, I'll send the food to your room."

Duan Wuxin nodded and returned slowly.

But it feels very strange. It has been a long time since the previous incident, and the feeling of weakness in hands and feet still persists.

Even, even more.

Every step is like stepping on cotton, soft and weak.

He struggled back into the room, feeling his back soaked.

Ling Junhan brought food into the room, only to realize that there seemed to be something wrong with Duan Wuxin.

He picked up the limp little white tiger by the bed, put it back on the bed, and asked in a low voice, "Uncomfortable?"

"A little bit, I feel weak." Duan Wuxin replied in a low voice.

The tiger's claws pressed against his chest, feeling tight in his chest and short of breath, which felt like the last time he had a high fever.

He lay on the bed, stretched out his hand to grab Ling Junhan's hand and put it on his forehead, "Touch it, do you have a fever?"

"It's a little hot, measure the temperature." Ling Junhan opened the bedside drawer and found the thermometer in the medicine box, "Change it back and measure it, it's more accurate."

"Oh." Duan Wuxin pressed down on the pendant and changed back into a human form.

The thermometer is pressed against the head, showing the temperature, low-grade fever.

"Maybe I caught a cold last night. I'll ask the doctor to prescribe some medicine." Ling Junhan covered him with the quilt that had been removed, and stretched out his hand to tuck it in. "Stay here and don't move. I'll be right back."

Duan Wuxin replied feebly, feeling that the restlessness from last night had returned, even worse.

Is it possible to become addicted after eating meat?Not so.

Duan Wuxin bit her lower lip, enduring the unbearable torture.

Let Ling Junhan help him again, it is really impossible to say this.

The man had already opened the door to look for the military doctor, and the lounge was empty.

Duan Wuxin put aside his shame, got into the quilt with his left hand and rubbed it carelessly, feeling empty as if scratching his boots.

They are all by hand, so why is there such a big difference?

He recalled the feeling of the spear cocoon scratching his skin, and the movement was not light but with vigor.

However, it is exciting and comfortable.

Just remembering, a hot current burst out from the tailbone, like a raging fire, trying to burn people clean.

He opened his mouth and gasped for breath, trying to suppress the scorching smell.

But the more pressure, the more turbulent.

Duan Wuxin stared blankly at the white ceiling in a daze.

Ling Junhan returned, took two boxes of medicine and a glass of warm water, and sat on the head of the bed.

He squeezed out two pills and put them in the palm of his hand, and looked at Duan Wuxin with some puzzlement, "Why is your face getting redder and redder? Sit up and take the medicine."

"I don't know." Duan Wuxin was terrified and shy, he could only raise his hand to grab his arm, the corners of his eyes were red.

On the white forehead, a drop of sweat rolled down and landed on the quilt.

"The doctor said it might be the sequelae of excessive fighting, just take two antipyretics." Ling Junhan passed the water to his lips, "I tried it, it's not hot."

Duan Wuxin didn't care whether the medicine was bitter or not, she lowered her head, took the medicine in her hand, and poured it into her mouth with water.

The bitter taste spread in his throat, he frowned impatiently, and lost his temper indiscriminately, "Bastard, it's all your fault, I dreamed well, what are you doing?"

He thought about it, and subjectively felt that it was the aftermath of last night.

It's soiled the quilt again, and now it has a fever, it's crazy.

"Blame me, blame me." Ling Junhan raised his hand to wipe away the drenched hair on his forehead, "Why don't you sleep again?"

"Can't sleep." Duan Wuxin muttered in a low voice, pinching Ling Junhan's arm with his fingertips to divert his attention.

Ling Junhan let him play with his temper, thinking that this body is really delicate and frail.

It didn't matter much, it just burned like this.

The two people's eyes met, and Duan Wuxin couldn't help but snorted again, feeling the numbness of the tailbone.

He moved slightly, and saw that Ling Junhan's calm expression was gradually stained with shock.

Duan Wuxin was full of irritability, and asked in a bad tone: "What does your expression mean? Have you ever seen anyone get sick?"

"No." Ling Junhan lifted the quilt, and held the swaying fur under the white back.

"You've grown ears and a tail.".