Han Feng didn't expect that Lynch, who had never been social, would come to visit him on his own initiative. He was caught in such an embarrassing scene without any precautions. The needle between the abdomen penetrated into his muscles, which hurt and numb, and he couldn't even speak for a while.

It's.

Lynch hurriedly pulled Dr. Jin by the arm and said anxiously: "Doctor Jin, go and have a look!"

Needless to say, Dr. Jin had rushed over immediately and said to Han Feng, whose facial features were wrinkled, "Mr. Han, lie down quickly." He pressed Han Feng's shoulder without saying a word and let him lie down.

After lying down, Han Feng's expression turned much better.

Lynch's eyes fell on the shiny silver needles on Han Feng's muscles and said helplessly: "Doctor Jin, what disease did Lord Han have?"

Han Feng suddenly raised his hand to grab Dr. Jin's arm and shot his eyes at Dr. Jin. Dr. Jin was talking to Lynch. He missed this gaze from the treacherous minister and said heartbroken to Lynch: "Mr. Han is destroying himself.

. ""

"Doctor Jin, Lord Han seems to be in pain. Can this silver needle be pulled out?" Lynch looked at Han Feng worriedly. When he met Lynch's gaze, Han Feng immediately restrained his eyes, and was gentle and nothing happened.

Doctor Jin turned around and saw Han Feng’s gentle face, nodded slightly, “It’s the best to pull it off.”

Lynch said: "Then pull it out soon!"

Han Feng attacked Dr. Jin again with his eyes, and Dr. Jin had already bowed his head and started to pull out the needle as if he was good - he missed Han Feng's selvesome eyes perfectly again.

Lynch walked towards the head of the bed and looked at Han Feng worriedly, with a vague understanding and disagreement in his eyes.

Han Feng's eyes dodged for a moment, his face turned slightly red, and he simply pretended to be dead.

After pulling out the silver needle, Lynch frowned and pulled Dr. Jin out.

Han Feng looked at the two of them muttering at the door, and his heart was desolate.

The medicine boy picked up the palm-leaf fan next to the medicine jar and buzzed: "Mr. Han, is this medicine still boiled?"

Han Feng glanced at Yao Tong sideways. Xiao Yao Tong was startled by Han Feng's eyes, threw away the palm fan in his hand and ran to the door behind Dr. Jin's outer robe.

Han Feng withdrew his eyes and thought to himself that he could only shock Xiao Yaotong now?

After Lynch talked with Dr. Jin, he walked back into the room. Dr. Jin stepped forward and packed the medicine box. Lynch bowed and said, "Doctor Jin walked slowly."

Dr. Jin bowed and left with the medicine boy. Lord Lin and Lord Han are good friends. I believe Lord Lin will definitely convince Lord Han not to do stupid things again.

Lynn ordered the attendants to bring in all the quilts and quilts. The attendants began to arrange them in the room. Lynnnn was sitting on the edge of Han Feng's bed and raised his hand and gently covered Han Feng's quilts under his neck.

Both of them were silent.

After a while, the attendants packed up and Lynch asked them to retreat and close the door.

When the door closed, Lynch suddenly reached into the side of the thin quilt and held Han Feng's hand. Han Feng was slightly shocked, and Lynch frowned and said, "The hand is so cold."

Han Feng silently withdrew his hand gently.

"Doctor Jin said that the medicines you take are all harmful things, you..." When Lynch thought of Han Fengzhao's slaughtering him, he couldn't help but feel annoyed when he spoke, so he hurriedly stopped and avoided his character breaking up.

Han Feng spoke, "I'm just cultivating my character."

"Cultivate one's own character?" Lynch's mood had just calmed down and became angry, "It's all nonsense!"

Han Feng was angry for the first time when he saw Lynch, with red clouds on his fair cheeks. When he thought of him caring about him so much, Han Feng couldn't help but feel a little angry about his dirty thoughts. Lynch was

Out of the friendship and concern of gentlemen, what is he floating around?

"Mr. Han," Lynch said seriously, "Are you still worried about the last time you rode a horse?"

Han Feng was told to the point of being sharp, and he was stunned. He blushed while admiring Lynch. This is Lynch, and he can't help but explain to him. No matter what, he can openly tell me.

Now the relationship between Lynch and Han Feng can only be regarded as a friend relationship that they appreciate. Han Feng didn't know that Lynch actually held some scripts in his hand, which was equivalent to being "rebirth", and he didn't know that they had been in the previous few worlds.

They were in love with each other. In order to avoid the collapse of the world, Lynch could not tell the truth, so he could only get closer little by little.

He could accept the wait, but could not ignore Han Feng's self-harm.

Lynch calmed down and said softly: "There is a reason for this. Lord Han, why should you be so upset that you have to do this harmful behavior? You and me are open and honest, and you don't need to worry about it."

Han Feng lowered his eyes and said silently in his heart: But I am not open-minded.

There was another unspeakable tranquility in the room. The medicine jar in front of the bed was still burning. When the wind blew, the flames were scrambling, and the crackling sound of carbon burning seemed even clearer in the silence of the two.

The rich smell of medicine floated on the tip of his nose, and Han Feng sighed lightly and said slowly: "Mr. Lin, I am not as gentleman as you think."

Lynch's hand on his knee shrank slightly, and he was in a panic. Could Han Feng be about to confess his love?

With Lynch's personality, Han Feng's heart is a big mistake at this time. Even if Lynch was not scared away by Han Feng on the spot, he would definitely avoid it afterwards.

Han Feng, don’t be impulsive!

"Actually, I," Han Feng took a breath, "Good manly."

Rumbled, and an autumn thunder exploded outside.

Han Feng: "..." Why did God treat him like this? It made him seem like a joke...

A loud blast outside, the violent rain fell, and the inside of the house became dark instantly. The flames swaying under the medicine jar reflected Lynch's fair and handsome outline.

Han Feng closed his eyes tiredly.

It's good to say it, Lynch's personality shouldn't care. He never looked down on anyone. He would probably care more about keeping a distance from him in the future, and this is exactly what Han Feng wanted.

Even though he was stigmatized, he didn't care. What he wanted was to help Lynch go straight to the sky, and he never wanted Lynch to regard him as a perfect person.

Lynch's eyebrows were trembling with shock on the surface, but in fact he was as stable as an old dog. Fortunately, it just showed his sexual orientation, so there was no big problem.

Lynch stroked his palm and said lightly: "Everyone has aspirations."

His reaction was probably as expected by Han Feng, who said "hmm" depressedly.

Lynch turned his face and said softly: "There have been many men's style since ancient times, and they were once elegant. Lord Han, you really don't have to be jealous about this."

Han Feng thought to himself if you know that my goodness is your male style, it will be no more than having grudges at that time.

It was raining outside, and Lynch got up and walked out of the house. Han Feng stared at his back without opening his mouth or seeing him off. However, he saw Lynch open the door of the house, and the wind robe was rolled up. He lowered his head to face the wind.

The guard said something and quickly closed the door.

Han Feng quickly withdrew his gaze.

The moment the door opened made Lynch's hair messy and water vapor was stained on his face. He raised his hand and wiped his face, walked to Han Feng's couch, and said to Han Feng: "Mr. Han, it's too heavy rain outside, I'm afraid tonight

I'm going to spend a night."

Han Feng's face was shocked, and Lynch was calm, "Does Lord Han still hurt in the lower abdomen?"

Han Feng: "...it doesn't hurt."

"It's cold," Lynch glanced at the robe inside Han Fengsou's couch, "Get dressed."

Han Feng never dreamed that Lynch would make the request to stay overnight, and his hands and feet were stiff, let alone dressed.

"I remember that Lord Han, you came to Lin Mansion last time, it was raining so heavily," Lynch looked at the heavy shadows of the tree reflected on the window and smiled slightly, "Mr Han, you insist on staying, the wind and cold will be better after a long time.

. ""

Han Feng heard his soft and thought that the memories were interesting, and he smiled. At this time, Lynch turned his head and his eyes were on the corner of Han Feng's smiling mouth, "I don't know why you are like this, Lord Han.

Persist, if I knew it at that time, I would definitely tell you that I didn’t care.”

It is this forever bright and open-minded that Han Feng yearns for this, and Han Feng's eyes reveal uncontrollable tenderness.

In front of anyone, Han Feng can wear his mask and pretend to be like any other person, but in front of Lynch, he is Han Feng, just Han Feng.

"Zifei," Han Feng whispered, "Can I call you Zifei?"

Lynch's smile deepened, "Of course."

Most of the attendants in the Lin Mansion were driven back by Lynch, leaving behind the clever one. They fumbled in the kitchen of the Han Mansion to make dinner, and put an oil-paper umbrella in their necks to the bedroom for the two adults.

In the bed in the room, Lynch and Han Feng sat opposite each other in the bed. There was a chessboard between them. Han Feng wore a middle robes, a outer robe on his shoulders, holding a white sack in his hand, thinking, and not thinking for a long time.

move.

"Brother Han," Lynch curled his lips and smiled, "Give up."

Han Feng raised his eyes and looked at Lynch. Lynch's face was hidden in the shadows in the dim bed, looking particularly gentle. He put down Bai Zi and said in a deep voice: "You are not as skilled as others, so you admit defeat."

Lynch smiled happily.

"Young Master," the attendant called out, "Dinner is ready."

"Here you." Lynch pulled away and wanted to stay, but was held down by Han Feng, "I'll go."

The attendant held an umbrella in his neck and tried his best to avoid the storm outside, so as not to let the rain stain the food plate. When the door opened, Han Feng took the food plate and said to the attendant, "I'm sorry, you rest in the kitchen."

The attendant said, "Don't be wronged, Lord Han, please come in quickly. It's strong wind, be careful to catch a cold again." He hurriedly closed the door tightly.

It is said that how servants depend on their master's character. Just by their respectful attitude towards themselves, Han Feng can see his position in Lynch's heart.

How can the cold autumn be able to defeat the warm sun in his heart?

After dinner, the servant brought the hot water to the table and quickly took the food plate.

After the two of them washed up briefly, they lay opposite each other, their heads and feet touched each other, and the wind and rain were mixed outside, and the sound of rain hitting the window kept coming. In such a hustle and bustle, Han Feng was not sleepy at all, he knew

Lynch had good intentions and showed himself to him that he didn't mind Han Feng's manly style, but Lynch didn't know that his goodness... was actually him.

Lynch knew clearly in his heart. He leaned against the wall, his face slightly red, and he felt that he had become a little worse.
Chapter completed!