She didn't know why Leng Junyi suddenly became so cold, so she quickly and obediently walked to Leng Junyi's side.
"Sit." Leng Junyi pointed to the seat next to him and said.
Wei Ran sat down without knowing why, but Leng Junyi suddenly stretched out his hand to cover her eyes.
"Leng Junyi, what are you doing?" Weiran's eyes suddenly turned dark, and she was a little panicked and wanted to break away from Leng Junyi's big hand.
"Don't look." Leng Junyi said in a deep voice, with a hint of forbearance in his voice.
From the pain when Qin Chu treated his wound, he could feel that the injury must be serious. Aren't girls afraid of such bloody wounds?
He didn't want to scare Weiran, so he didn't want her to see it.
When Weiran heard Leng Junyi say these three words, she immediately understood what Leng Junyi was thinking.
Weiran's heart was filled with emotion. Why did he have to be so considerate and gentle to her?
He was obviously injured because of saving her, but now he still thinks about her everywhere.
Leng Junyi's big hand covered her eyes, giving her a slightly cool feeling. His fingers trembled slightly from time to time, probably to endure the unbearable pain.
Weiran's heart began to twitch as Leng Junyi trembled slightly. Although she couldn't see the condition of Leng Junyi's wound, she was still very worried in her heart.
"Okay, remember that the wound should not be exposed to water in the near future. I will come back to apply medicine to you in two days." After Qin Chu said all this, he packed up his things and left.
Only then did Leng Junyi let go of the big hand covering Weiran's eyes. Weiran opened his eyes and found a thin layer of cold sweat on Leng Junyi's forehead.
"Does it hurt?" Wei Ran said with some distress, then stood up and took a towel, and carefully wiped the cold sweat on Leng Junyi's forehead.
Leng Junyi reached out and grabbed Weiran's hand, staring at her closely with his dark eyes, but said nothing.
In fact, he didn't feel any pain at all, because the injury was for her. Moreover, after the two were rescued from the fire this time, he clearly felt that Weiran's attitude towards him was different from before.
If Weiran could show him such caring expressions more often, he would rather get hurt a little more.
"I'm so dirty, go take a shower." Wei Ran was not used to such an atmosphere and broke the silence in a panic.
"You help me wash it." Leng Junyi suddenly said in an evil tone, like a coquettish child.
"Hey, you're so old and you still want me to give you a bath." Weiran said angrily.
This childish and childish side of this man should really be made public to the world, so that everyone can see what cold-blooded and ruthless Young Master Leng looks like.
"Qin Chu just said that my wound should not be touched with water. Well, I will wash it myself and let my wound get infected. Even if I die, no one will feel sorry for me." Leng Junyi deliberately darkened his face and said
A slightly aggrieved look.
"Okay, I'll help you wash it." Weiran finally agreed reluctantly. For the sake of him saving her, she helped him wash it.
Leng Junyi's lips revealed a smile that suggested he had succeeded, then he opened his long legs and strode into the bathroom.
Leng Junyi's shoulders are now tied with thick gauze, making it difficult to even move his hands, let alone take off his clothes.
"Ye Weiran, help me take off my clothes." Leng Junyi said in a commanding tone towards Weiran.
Weiran took a deep breath. If it wasn't for the fact that he was hurt, she wouldn't bother to pay attention to him.
Wei Ran walked step by step in front of Leng Junyi. Leng Junyi's shirt had been taken off when he had just treated the wound. Now he was naked and only wore a pair of trousers.
Seeing Leng Junyi's clear texture, toned and sexy figure, Wei Ran's face suddenly turned red. She lowered her head in embarrassment and reached out to help Leng Junyi take off his pants.
"Ye Weiran, the zipper hasn't been pulled down yet." Leng Junyi said to Weiran who was pulling his pants down unladylikely, his face turned a little dark.
"Oh." Weiran agreed, blushing even more.
She didn't dare to look directly at Leng Junyi's place that highlighted the symbol of a man. She closed her eyes tightly and intuitively reached out to help him unzip his zipper.
However, the more panicked she became, the less she could find the place. She touched Leng Junyi's thigh several times with her fingers, but could not find the zipper.
"Here he is." Leng Junyi looked at Wei Ran and couldn't help but deliberately took her hand and pressed it on his pants.
Through the thin pants, Weiran felt a hard burning sensation. She immediately understood what she was touching in her hand. Weiran felt that her face was about to burn up at this moment.
"Wei Ran, do you like it?" Leng Junyi's voice was full of lust.
Just now, when Weiran's little hands were touching his body, he had already aroused his desire little by little. Now looking at Weiran's shy and seductive look, he felt the desire in his body constantly rising.
burning.
Although Weiran knew that this man had always been shameless, she still felt uncomfortable when she heard him say such explicit words. She tried her best to pull her hand away with his big hand.
Unexpectedly, Leng Junyi suddenly used force to pull her into his arms. His hard and hot body pressed tightly against her lower abdomen, and his warm breath lingered on her neck.
Wei Ran didn't expect that Leng Junyi was already injured like this and could not change his habit of touching her.
"You're still hurt, can't you restrain yourself?" Weiran twisted her body hard, trying to break free from his arms.
Leng Junyi's big hands pressed hard on her small buttocks, and he said in a hoarse voice: "If he doesn't have any inappropriate thoughts when facing the woman he loves, that man must be abnormal."
Leng Junyi said it righteously, but Weiran was speechless. She didn't believe that every man would be as full of lust as him.
Leng Junyi looked at the shy person in his arms and couldn't help lowering his head and grabbing her delicate lips, turning and grinding the corners of her lips carefully.
His kiss was passionate and domineering, and his big hands gradually penetrated into her clothes, grasped the plumpness of her breasts, and carefully played with her softness with his palms.
"Um...don't you still want to take a shower?" Weiran was almost breathless after being kissed by Leng Junyi, and she said as soon as Leng Junyi let go of her.
"How about we do something more interesting?" Leng Junyi said in a hoarse voice with deep lust in his eyes.
"Leng Junyi, are you still injured now? Can you still do sports?" Weiran thought of the injury on Leng Junyi's back and suddenly said worriedly.
Wei Ran's words aroused the desire to conquer in Leng Junyi's heart. Her woman didn't believe in his ability in that area. It seemed that he should prove it to her.