Quick Transmigration: Male God, why are you blackened again?

"Boom, boom, boom."

Huo Beiyuan sat in a wheelchair by the floor-to-ceiling windows. The lights in the room were not turned on. You could see the man holding a flickering cigarette butt between his fingers. He didn't turn his head when he heard the knock on the door, as if he knew who it was. , Thin lips spit out a word faintly.

"Enter."

Qin Ge opened the door and walked in.

Seeing the smoke between the man's fingers, his handsome and exquisite brows immediately frowned.

Walk in three or two steps.

The boy reached out and snatched the half-burnt cigarette from the man's hand, and immediately extinguished it.

He said: "Uncle Huo, as my patient, you must now refrain from smoking, drinking, and... seductiveness!"

Although the last thing is the same, Qin Ge heard that Huo Ye in Jiyuan was not close to women, and he didn't hear any scandals about Huo Beiyuan, but Qin Ge thought about it and added it.

Huo Beiyuan was not annoyed at being robbed of his cigarettes, but instead smiled with interest: "You look like a little housekeeper now."

Qin Ge, "..."

You are the housekeeper!

I am not a mother!

Perhaps seeing the young man's serious expression, tight mouth corners, and angry expression, Huo Beiyuan explained for the first time: "It's just lighting, not smoking."

Of course, Qin Ge didn't believe it. The old man was obviously addicted to cigarettes. He was an old smoker, and he didn't smoke when he was lit.

The boy looked at him with suspicion, "Really?"

"Don't believe me?" Huo Beiyuan sat on the wheelchair in his free time, without any guilt, "If you don't believe me, then come and smell it yourself."

Seeing how confident he was, Qin Ge felt dubious.

He couldn't help but wonder if Huo Beiyuan was cheating on him.

He hesitated for a moment, then bent down to approach the man in the wheelchair.

There was no particularly strong smell of tobacco on his nightgown. After all, the cigarette was still lit just now, and now there is still a faint smell of smoke spreading in the air. It is normal for the clothes to have some smell.

Qin Ge planned to back away, and then said the last sentence, just don't smoke again next time.After all, if you smoke all the cigarettes, it is impossible to turn back time.

Unexpectedly, Qin Ge's waist was too slender with a man's arm on his waist, but his arm was strong and strong. Qin Ge didn't expect Huo Beiyuan to suddenly reach out his hand, without any mental preparation, he was caught off guard and leaned over. man--

"Little friend, it smells like this of smoke."

Huo Beiyuan said on his lips.

The lips of the two were almost touching.

The man's lips and teeth did not have the spicy and strong smell of tobacco that he had smelled that night, but a light and pleasant smell of mint.

A low and hoarse voice drilled into his ears.

Qin Ge's face was a little hot.

The heart in the chest was beating a little faster.

"How about it, did you smell it clearly?" Huo Beiyuan's tone was obviously teasing, "Does uncle smoke?"

The young man licked his lips, feeling as if he had nowhere to retreat from the question, and turned into anger from embarrassment. He pushed the man away forcefully, "If you say you haven't smoked, then you haven't smoked!"

Huo Beiyuan didn't use much strength at first, but now he was pushed away by Qin Ge. He pulled the corner of his lower lip, and his blood-colored lips were bright and magnificent, "The child has such a temper... I'm used to it."

Qin Ge's face was burning slightly, but the room with the lights off was full of darkness, so he couldn't see his expression at the moment. After pushing Huo Beiyuan away, he shook the medicine box in his hand, and said, "Get down to business."

The medicine box contains massage cream.

He came to massage Huo Beiyuan's legs.

Huo Beiyuan's legs have been sitting in a wheelchair for many years, and his meridians have been sealed with strange poison for many years. I am afraid that many functions have degenerated. If he wants to walk upright like a normal person after detoxification, he has to cooperate with Qin Ge's unique set of massage techniques.

Even the massage cream was re-prepared by him.

Try to maximize the effect of the massage and let Huo Beiyuan stand up as soon as possible.

At this moment, Qin Ge replaced himself as a doctor, the heat on his face quickly subsided, and he squatted down in front of Huo Beiyuan.

Huo Beiyuan noticed that the boy squatting in front of him took off his slippers, frowned, and said, "There are nurses for massage."

Hearing this, Qin Ge raised his head.

At this height, the young man seems to be lying on his lap. Although the surroundings are dark, the whole person blends into the night, which is the darkness that Huo Beiyuan likes. The young man's eyes are as bright as shining gems in the night sky.

It made Huo Beiyuan suddenly think of a sentence he learned when he was young——

Wan Shenlang's knee, where there is no pity.

Although his children do not have beautiful long hair.

"The nurse is not as professional as I am." Qin Ge took off the slipper on the other side of the man, "This is my unique technique."

Huo Beiyuan's slightly frowned brows loosened, and his lips curled up, "Then you come."

Qin Ge is a person who has been a genius doctor. He is familiar with the veins of the human body. He carefully pushed the massage cream on the man's leg, and pressed every part from the calf to the sole of the foot with his fingers. Repeatedly, pushing, pushing, pressing, scraping, etc. Alternate until the medicinal effect of the massage cream is fully absorbed.

The massage seemed easy, but it was actually a physical effort. It didn't take long for Qin Ge to break out in a thin sweat.

After massaging both of Huo Beiyuan's legs, the pajamas wrapped in thin sweat were stuck to Qin Ge's body. It was originally made of soft and light silk, but when it stuck to his body, it seemed to be a translucent nude outfit, outlining the boy's special appearance. The thin waist and the neckline reveal a hint of fresh spring.

Qin Ge looked down, and twitched the corners of his mouth in disgust, he thought to himself, who had always been slightly obsessed with cleanliness.

Well, this bath feels like a waste of time.

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