The coquettish rival wants to have CP with me every day

Si Yan stood up.

"Where?" he asked.

"You are sick, I will give you medicine!"

Feng Jian: "..."

Si Yan gave him an antipyretic injection, then walked over and directly lifted Feng Jian's quilt.

Feng Jian squinted at him slightly, his eyes exuding the aura of a superior like a hungry wolf rushing for food.

Before Si Yan could react, Feng Jian pushed him down on the bed.

"What are you doing?" Si Yan was confused.

"I only take medicine." He almost whispered in his ear.

Si Yan: "Then you, tell me earlier!"

His voice was inexplicably weak, especially when Feng Jian's hot breath sprayed into his ear sockets, the damp feeling made him inexplicably... ashamed?

There was a blush on her fair cheeks.

Feng Jian: "..."

Damn!

He closed his eyes, feeling that he was doing it to himself.

"Well, the medicine is ready here, you can take it yourself! The young master still has class, so I'll go back first."

After Si Yan finished speaking tremblingly, he quickly slipped away from his arms like a fish.

Then suddenly thought of something, and walked back to the ward, but kept a safe distance from Feng Jian.

Feng Jian thought he wanted to say goodbye to him, but he heard Si Yan say, "That's right. Are you messing with Zhou Ming?"

Feng Jian: "..."

He rubbed the throbbing veins between his brows again, feeling that every word Si Yan said was challenging his limits.

Seeing that his expression was getting darker, Si Yan immediately said: "It's still useful for me to keep him, don't mess with him anymore." After finishing speaking, he quickly went downstairs as if fleeing.

Feng Jian: "..."

He squeezed his fist.

Zhou Ming?

very good!