"You're a manly man, you're afraid that your hair will hurt!" Lan Huanmeng said with a sarcastic tone, but the intensity was much lighter.
"Okay." Lan Huanmeng smiled with satisfaction. Looking at Nangong Mingye's arms that were tied like a mummy, she couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. [Qianqian: Khan, does this still have a sense of achievement? If it were me,
I feel guilty.】
Later, Lan Huanmeng saw the blood on Nangong Mingye's quilt and couldn't help but frowned. "How many times have you been attacked by sneak attacks?" She couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth. Isn't he too bad?
"We had a sneak attack, but we were cut eight times." Well, after saying this, Lan Huanmeng was speechless.
"Honey... please put on your clothes." Lan Huanmeng said with a red face.
Nangong Minye looked at Lan Huanmeng. Isn't this kid too naive? She's blushing now? Why didn't she even blink when he was naked in front of her last time?
Nangong Mingye also did as he was told. He turned his back and pulled up his clothes. He felt something cool and comfortable touching his back, with a tingling sensation.
"Tear..." Nangong Minye made a useless sound.
"Don't move." Lan Huanmeng gently wiped his wound.
There was blood in the air, but the air was boiling, and Lan Huanmeng's face was still red.