Yan Bing slowly raised his head, and in a daze, he saw someone riding on him... vomiting...
He turned his head and vomited on the ground...
The figure crawled down from Yan Bing's body, but was still walking while vomiting...extreme pain...
"No!! I can't accept men from the bottom of my heart... I'm enough this time! I vomited again... the bile was almost spitting out... vomited--!!!"
This is Xue Kui's voice...
Yan Bing, who was already confused by drugs, could only tell who the other party was from his voice...
Then another graceful girl walked over and held a wooden basin in her hand... dipped in water with a linen cloth... slowly wiped her body...
It's warm water...
And the movements are very gentle...
Yan Bing fell asleep immediately...
When I opened my eyes again, the graceful girl had just lie on her body...
I don't know how long it took...
Yan Bing opened his eyes again...
The choking smell of medicinal powder has disappeared...
His consciousness gradually returned to the Qingming Festival.
I lifted the quilt on my body and slowly got up. I felt a soreness in my waist. I looked down at it...
This is...breast!!!??
I've changed back!!!
The sound of slight sounded around her, and she looked left and right, and her head exploded instantly!! Xue Kui was lying on her left, showing a sweet smile in her sleep, while Wen Miao was on the right, instinctively curled up. Maybe because she was a little chilled and shivering slightly after the quilt was lifted...
And they both...
Uncle-free...
Just like myself...
Yan Bing's heartbeat was accelerating, his expression was flustered, and he climbed out of the bed with his hands and feet...
I felt a burst of pain...
Yan Bing slowly turned around and looked at Xue Kui...
You know without asking... this guy must have done it...
It was agreed to pass on the family line! As a result, this guy was lazy and he took advantage of my woman while Ling Yue didn't know!!!
Where is the Lingyue now???
If she knew...
Will it be...!!
"One thousand cuckolds!!! One thousand ones!!! One thousand ones..."
Ling Yue's original oath was circling in Yan Bing's mind like a spell. She quickly turned to her bag, took out a colorful skirt, and put it on skillfully. Just as she was about to lift the curtain, she suddenly remembered something again... She turned around, walked to the bed, picked up the quilt on the ground and prepared to cover them. When she lowered her head, she saw two pools of blood on the bed...
Yan Bing frowned...
It seems that Xue Kui is not lying... She is full of fun and protects herself very well...
He sighed, covered the quilt in his hand for them, then he lifted the curtain and walked out of the handsome tent...
The bright torch shook her eyes, and she felt her eyes hurting, which means she hadn't seen the light for several days...
But she didn't care about this anymore, and just grabbed a soldier who was saluting and asked, "Where is General Dai'e? Where did you see her??"
"General Daihe... General Daihe has been living in the tent next to you these two days..." The soldier compared the tent behind Yan Bing with panic expression.
"Okay! I understand, you guys continue patrolling..." Yan Bing patted the soldier's shoulder and turned around to Ling Yue's camp...
Take a deep breath...
Have made enough mental preparations...
Keep reminding yourself in your heart that no matter what scene you see... be calm! Calm down!! Now...
Not worthy of being angry!!!
With the last gritted teeth, Yan Bing lifted Lingyue's camp curtain and walked in...
I saw an oil lamp lit in the dim room... In front of the oil lamp, a figure was trembling and sobbing...
Yan Bing walked over gently and put his hand on Ling Yue's shoulder...
Ling Yue seemed to be startled, and suddenly looked up. When she saw that it was Yan Bing, she hugged her with a smile while crying, and her arms were almost unable to breathe... But Yan Bing endured silently, stretched out her arms, and wrapped Ling Yue in her arms. The two of them hugged each other, silently, with only Zhuying, accompanying their breathing.
"This is... what day..."
It took a long time before Yan Bing spoke slowly.
"The third day..." Ling Yue replied softly.
Yan Bing smiled awkwardly and asked in a low voice: "How many, how many are you..."
Ling Yue suddenly struggled out of her arms, frowned, looked at Yan Bing with a puzzled look and asked, "What are the ones?"
Yan Bing pointed to his head and said with a wry smile: "Hat..."
Ling Yue stared at her eyes, thought for a while, then slapped her in the face, kicking Yan Bing who was lying on the ground and cursing: "Do you want to die!!! Ah!?? Finally changed back!! Do you want me to beat you to death!!!?"
"No! Didn't you say that! I'm going to carry you and them on my back! Just give me a thousand cuckolds!" Yan Bing laughed and wailed in pain.
Hearing this, Ling Yue slowly stopped her feet, her expression gradually calmed down, and she said in a deep voice: "This time it's different... I agree..."
The tent suddenly became deserted again...
But the next moment.
Ling Yue kicked Yan Bing's ass again and said gritting her teeth: "Why do you say you have nothing to do and have to change back!!!??Damn it! Are you full and full!!!"
"No... I just thought of giving it a try... I didn't expect it..."
"Try it!! I'll let you try it!!! They were at most famous in the past!!! Now it's OK!!! How do you end up with me!!! You'll be punished for your crimes!!!" Ling Yue kicked and talked endlessly, but the strength on her feet was lighter and lighter, and she obviously began to feel sorry for Yan Bing.
Yan Bing also took this opportunity to slowly stand up, hugged Lingyue in her arms, and leaned in her ear and whispered: "I like, I may have a lot of appreciation... But love, you are always the only one..."
Ling Yue was slightly stunned, but she was only soft for a second, then pressed her to the ground and punched her!!!
"You are so fucking good at saying it!!! Why do you still appreciate others if you love me! Why don't you just appreciate me!! Write a poem for me too!!! Aren't you so literary!!! Write it for me now!!!"
Yan Bing hugged her head and wanted to cry without tears...
This scene, let alone writing poetry... Even if you write a song, you can write "Tears in the Iron Window" at most...