He's Super Sticky

Just as Bai Chen's head moved a little, a shadow fell on his body from top to bottom, and then Bai Chen's head was firmly supported by a slightly trembling broad and warm palm.

Bai Chen raised his eyes, and saw the handsome man who lived on the tip of his heart, with deep eyebrows, a straight nose, somewhat thin lips, sharp edges and corners, as if carved by a knife, exquisitely carved.

Bai Chen subconsciously raised his hand to touch it, but he couldn't lift it anymore. He pouted his mouth, his eyes were filled with mist, looking at the aggrieved, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, showing With a taste of joy and joy.

"It hurts." Bai Chen blinked her watery eyes, twitched her red nose, followed the strength of the man's palm, and leaned her head against the man's chest.

The sound of a strong heartbeat came to Bai Chen's ears, the man's familiar breath wrapped Bai Chen tightly, and the warm body temperature passed to Bai Chen's slightly cold body, everything made Bai Chen so fascinated and at ease.

Zhao Yan looked at the strange little brother lying in his arms covered in wounds, with an aggrieved but strong expression, his heart throbbed with pain, accompanied by the anger that was about to start a prairie fire.

He was hunting on the other side of this mountain just now, but suddenly he felt restless, always feeling that something bad was about to happen, and that kind of worry and anxiety disturbed his usual calm heart.

It's not like him.

Zhao Yan originally thought he was suffering from heat stroke, and he didn't take it to heart even though he was strong. He was still looking for prey, but as time passed, the emotions in his heart became more and more irritable.

That kind of irritability to the extreme, the urge to see blood.

This irritability urges him all the time.

Zhao Yan didn't know what was wrong with him, he wanted to...

He didn't know what he wanted to do, his thoughts and body suddenly ran to the other side of the mountain forest uncontrollably, using the fastest speed in his life.

Then he saw that Ruan Ergou in the village was pressing a strange brother and was about to do something wrong.

Zhao Yan is not from Ruanjia Village, to be precise, he is not from this world. He was originally a special soldier in modern society. He died at the hands of terrorists in order to protect his teammates and kill them for his teammates during the mission. But he didn't expect that he who should have died would wake up in a strange ancient world again.

He was reborn in the body of a refugee who looked exactly like him.

Zhao Yan quickly accepted the fact that he was reborn and traveled to ancient times. He did not inherit the memory of his original body. He could only rely on his own careful groping and familiarization. He calmly collected information from the people around him. He quickly understood his situation and the basic common sense of this ancient world.

He is a refugee with no identity certificate. In order to obtain an identity certificate and settle down, Zhao Yan stayed in the mountains for many days. After hunting prey for enough money, he found a villager in the nearest Ruanjia Village. With the help of the chief, he settled down smoothly.

Since he came to Ruanjia Village, he has been very low-key. He lives alone by hunting. He can only be regarded as nodding acquaintances with the villagers of Ruanjia Village. He has a good memory, and Ruan Ergou often makes troubles in the village. , very high-profile, so Zhao Yan recognized at a glance that the person who was committing violence was Ruan Ergou from the village.

And he didn't know the elder brother who was crushed by Ruan Ergou.

But when he saw that brother being pressed down by Ruan Ergou, and when he saw Ruan Ergou's filthy hands trying to tear off the collar of that brother's shirt, a burst of burning anger rushed straight from the bottom of Zhao Yan's heart. He raised the bow and arrow in his hand and shot at Ruan Ergou without thinking about it.

Zhao Yan's arrow used full strength, not only took Ruan Ergou away from Bai Chen's body, but also pierced the arrow deeply into the ground, but that alone could not extinguish Zhao Yan's anger or There is a killing intent boiling all over his body.

Yes, killing intent.

For some reason, seeing Bai Chen being bullied by Ruan Ergou so much, Zhao Yan just wanted to kill Ruan Ergou immediately.

But killing Ruan Ergou was too cheap for him.

So Zhao Yan shot three more arrows without hesitation, crippling Ruan Ergou's limbs.

Hearing the soft, soft and weak voice of the person in his arms, that voice was also full of unconscious dependence and strong coquettishness, Zhao Yan wept with joy of finding something lost.

With trembling hands, he hugged Bai Chen tightly, his eyes gradually turned red.

Fortunately, he caught up.

His speed should be a little faster.

Zhao Yan looked at the red and swollen ankles and soft palms on Bai Chen's feet, as well as the collarbone and skin with some scars that had been torn open a little, and blamed himself endlessly.

Zhao Yan didn't have time to find out what caused his emotions in the face of Bai Chen. He just wanted to get Bai Chen out of these pains as soon as possible, wishing that all the injuries on Bai Chen's body could be transferred to himself.

His palms were still shaking, it was a reaction from fear.

"Good boy, it doesn't hurt." Zhao Yan subconsciously coaxed softly, he didn't realize that his voice was shaking like his hands, and he didn't realize that he was too intimate with Bai Chen's actions and tone.

He gently held Bai Chen's wrist, and the other was on the back of Bai Chen's head, pressing Bai Chen's head, bringing Bai Chen closer to his heart.

"It doesn't hurt."

As he said, accompanied by a "crack" sound of bones, Zhao Yan picked up Bai Chen's hand that had just dropped limply.

Bai Chen said nothing.

He obediently buried his head in Zhao Yan's arms, but bit his pale lower lip lightly, his body trembled slightly at the moment of bone joint.

How keen Zhao Yan's sense is, he noticed it in an instant. When he looked down, he saw Bai Chen biting his lip tightly, his bright white teeth sinking into his pale lips, bringing out little blood.

His heart twitched again.

He raised his hand, pressed his index finger on Bai Chen's lips with extra tenderness and compassion, and coaxed, "Don't hurt yourself."

He pressed Bai Chen's lips, and rescued Bai Chen's lower lip from the teeth. Looking at the deep tooth marks on his lips, Zhao Yan's eyes darkened, and then he moved his right arm, making Bai Chen's body completely Leaning on his body, her right hand circled behind Bai Chen's back, and put it on Bai Chen's lips.

"If it hurts, just bite me."

Bai Chen looked at the man holding him with mist in his eyes, his mouth was pouted and his nose was sore, he wanted to complain and act like a spoiled child, but before he could open his mouth, Zhao Yan moved his hand, and the palm of his hand twitched. It was stuffed into Bai Chen's mouth.

"good."

The gentle and pampering voice came to Bai Chen's ears, Bai Chen frowned, and subconsciously pressed hard, biting the warm palm in his mouth.

Wrists, ankles, every time a bone was connected, Zhao Yan would gently coax Bai Chen, his movements were fast and precise, often before Bai Chen noticed it, the bone was connected, and it only hurt. So for a little while.

But even so, when the bones were all connected, when Zhao Yan took out the palm of his right hand, there was already a deep tooth mark on it.

with blood.

Bai Chen regained consciousness from the pain of setting bones, seeing this scene was so distressed that he had no strength left, but he would see Zhao Yan's palm being bitten by him, but his movements were too fast.

He held Zhao Yan's palm, which was about to retract, to his lips, stretched out his tongue and licked it lightly, licking away the blood on Zhao Yan's palm.

"Does it hurt?"