Quick Transmigration: Bai Yueguang of the sickly male protagonist overturned again

He is so defensive, trust a ghost!

Qin Yan secretly slandered.

【Trust is built up little by little. It's the first time you meet him, so it's normal for him to be wary of you. 】

The system has an official face, as if it is educating Qin Yan.

It also seems to make sense.

When you are weak, helpless and pitiful, it is easy to poke your defenses.

Thinking about it, Qin Yan turned around and looked at Leng Yuye, "Hey! Can you treat the wound yourself?"

"Just keep it for a few days!" Leng Yuye said without raising his head, with a nonchalant tone, actually a little surprised in his heart.

He thought Qin Yan had already left.

After being bullied, the feeling of self-pity is about to rush to my heart.Unexpectedly, his voice suddenly came, waking him up instantly.

Someone still cares about him.

"Do you have a medicine cabinet at home?"

"No."

"Then you wait!"

Qin Yan put down these words coldly, and started to leave, but suddenly thought of something, reached out and took the key from the counter next to him, not forgetting to warn Leng Yuye.

"Stay at home obediently and don't run around! Or I'll beat you to death!"

Leng Yuye watched him leave in bewilderment, feeling a strange feeling in his heart.

……

after awhile.

Qin Yan returned to the rental house with a large bag of medicine and two takeaways in his hand.

He went to buy another roasted duck rice.

He put the takeaway on the small table, stood beside the bed with another bag of things, took out the cotton swabs, gauze, alcohol, etc., and prepared to treat the wound for the cold rainy night.

Unexpectedly, Leng Yuye actually avoided it.

"I will do it myself!"

Qin Yan glanced at him, a little contemptuous, "You're stubborn after being beaten up like this, sit down for me! Otherwise, I'll knock you out!"

"Then you fight!"

Leng Yuye raised his head to meet his gaze, as if a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

Qin Yan snorted angrily, squatted on the side, twisted the cotton swab vigorously with his hands and pressed it against the wound on Leng Yuye's face, only when he heard Leng Yuye grunt in pain, he let go in satisfaction.

Let your mouth be hard!

It hurts you to death!

Leng Yuye also lost his temper, the temper that came out of pain, he felt that the wound would be more serious after Qin Yan treated it, "You don't need to do it, I will do it myself! I won't be crippled by you!"

"Who told you not to speak well?!"

Seeing that Qin Yan was furious and didn't discuss it, Leng Yuye suddenly smiled, "I'm like this, if you feel uncomfortable, just leave!"

Qin Yan was taken aback for a moment, and remained silent.

However, this time the wound was treated with a lot of care.

Leng Yuye didn't say anything, just sat quietly like this, but her heart was no longer calm.

Qin Yan was very close to him, so close that he could see the pores of his skin clearly, how could it be so delicate?It looks smoother than a girl's face, and she really looks like a... bitch!

I really want to touch it!

so...

How could he have such a weird idea!

This is a man!

As if feeling his gaze, Qin Yan suddenly looked up at him, "Why, are you interested in me?!"

Leng Yuye choked, feeling like he was caught doing something bad, but he pretended to be calm and composed, "You look so beautiful! Take it back to be Mrs. Yazhai, and you can use it both internally and externally!"

Ah……

Qin Yan glanced at the small house, "How dare you talk about this small house? Who gave you face!"

Leng Yuye ignored his sarcasm, "You don't believe it?"

If he reveals his true identity, if he is really determined to take him back to do something, who would dare to stop him?

Qin Yan didn't know his identity, and didn't want to inquire about it, so he found another way of thinking, "Then you have to practice your skills first, and you won't be able to beat even a few gangsters, you'll be a shame!"

"But it is……"

Qin Yan didn't give him a chance to explain, and ordered him condescendingly, "Turn around and take off your clothes, I remember you have a scratch on your back."

Leng Yuye's expression was slightly stiff, and he refused uncomfortably, "I can handle it myself!"