I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

Chapter 93

Song Qiulin wiped his back and left. When Wen Yu came out after taking a shower and putting on his bathrobe, the man had already changed into pajamas and was sitting on the bed waiting for him.

If it weren't for the medicine box she had on hand, this scene would have made people fantasize about... that or something.

"You wash so fast?"

"Two hands are better than one hand." Song Qiulin opened the lid of the medicine box, tore off a roll of bandages and waved to her. The familiar movements reminded Wen Yu of the fear of going to the hospital for spanking needles when he was a child, "Come here, give me You change your medicine."

"Forget it, I just went up, and I was well wrapped."

"It's all bleeding, can't you see it?"

Wen Yu looked down at his right hand. It was probably caused by the struggle with the sweater just now, and his aura was lost by half in an instant, "Then...then you should be gentle."

Song Qiulin asked Wen Yu to sit on the edge of the bed, and squatted beside her. The person on top of her head began to gasp just as her hands were untied from the bandage.

"I'm afraid of pain, you can control me."

"Then you should be afraid."

Wen Yu was nervous for a while at first, but after seeing Song Qiulin's movements were clean and gentle, without touching the wound at all, he gradually relaxed.

Her gaze wandered aimlessly, and she returned to Song Qiulin's body. Her fingers were long and thin, her nails were always round and clean, and the knuckles were slightly protruding. He would raise a few sticks one after another, and looking at Wen Yu, he seemed to understand the psychological feelings of the group of hand-controllers on the Internet who were holding a hand photo and screaming.

People's resistance to beautiful things is really too low, or how could she have just confessed all her family background just now.

Speaking of this, Wen Yu suddenly remembered that during those few days in City C, she and Song Qiulin slept on the same bed, and the other party wrapped her around her waist from behind, telling her childhood stories in a calm and long tone.

At that time, my mind was filled with drowsiness, I was immersed in the atmosphere, and I just felt that I let it go. Afterwards, after thinking about what Song Qiulin said, there would always be a sour feeling on the tip of my tongue.

Wen Yu's eyelashes trembled, his eyelids drooped, and he suddenly reached out and held Song Qiulin's right hand as if in a short circuit, and gently rubbed his index finger against the junction of the little finger, "What about you, will it hurt?"

It is said that the ten fingers are connected to the heart, and Wen Yu dare not even think about the pain of being broken with brute force. Before that, she always thought that Song Qiulin was the kind of baby princess who grew up held in the palm of her hand, so she felt that she was far away. Cold, with no desire to communicate.

Who knew that after getting close, he realized that this person was as gentle as a dead man.

Song Qiulin probably didn't expect that she would shake his hand suddenly, he stopped stiffly, and raised his head slowly, meeting Wen Yu's eyes, which were dark and deep beyond the horizon.

Then Wen Yu saw her opening and closing her beautifully shaped thin lips, and whispered a few words, "If I say it hurts, how will you comfort me?"

For a moment, Wen Yu wanted to just lean in and bite her lips, because she always didn't answer the way he imagined when she was angry, and every time she either wanted to be angry with her half to death, or wanted to be like this now, disturbing the atmosphere It's ambiguous.

But she is the worst at dealing with such situations, so she is led by the nose every time.

"Huh?" Wen Yu didn't respond, but Song Qiulin didn't miss the panic that flashed in her eyes, so he straightened his upper body and moved his face close to her eyes, "Are you dumb?"

"I, I...you are the only one who is dumb." The eyelashes blinked too fast, instantly betraying someone's extremely complicated inner activities.

At this time, Wen Yu especially wanted to describe Song Qiulin with the three words she used to put on Song Zhou.

The vixen has such a seductive face, and the vixen can't move so close to people, his eyes seem to seduce the soul.

"Wrong." Song Qiulin raised his eyebrows lightly, his voice was soft and flat, with a smile in his eyes, "It's not dumb, it's stuttering."

Wen Yu pursed his lips unwillingly, wanting to speak back but afraid that he would be at a disadvantage if he stuttered, so he might as well stare at her directly.

"I'm in pain." Song Qiulin suddenly changed his tone, and the ending sound was a little numb around people's ears.

Wen Yu knew that she was just pretending, but she couldn't help thinking of the warm body that was pressed against her back that night, and those slow but sincere utterances as her chest vibrated.

In the end, my heart softened, thinking why this person is also the leader of my live broadcast room, so I have to express my condolences for the friendship at that level.

"Then I'll brag about it?" Wen Yu bluntly made a suggestion that could coax a three-year-old child.

It can't be her fault. As the youngest in the family, she has always been the one to take care of. How to care for others is not very good at her. This suggestion for coaxing a three-year-old is the most suitable one she can find out from all her brains.

"Ah."

Fortunately, today she was at the same table with a sense of elegance, and she took the initiative to lower her intelligence to cooperate.

So Wen Yu lowered his head, took Song Qiulin's right hand and blew on it with his mouth. After doing this, the sense of shame slowly surged up, dyeing her neck to the tip of her ear red.

"All right."

Song Qiulin raised his thin eyelids, watching Wen Yu seriously finish this useless thing other than a sense of ritual, the bottom of his heart, like the skin on the back of his hand, was itchy by the warm and gentle wind.

It is the most appropriate to describe what she is about to do next.

"It still hurts."

"Are you in pain? Did you accidentally twist it somewhere just now? Let me accompany you to the hospital?"

"Don't just sit still, get up and put on your coats, both of our hands are hurt now, and we will definitely be called to the office to give lectures when we go back."

"No, if you hurt your hand, whoever writes the test paper will copy it for me..."

"Wen Yu."

Song Qiulin stared at her constantly opening and closing mouth and suddenly called her name. When the other party was waiting to listen, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her neckline to pull her down. A solid kiss.

The warm touch on her lips was too real, and it was impossible for Wen Yu to think that this was another sexual dream she had.

Not only the lips, but also the breath that Song Qiulin sprayed on the skin when he got close, releasing and retracting, for some reason it gave Wen Yu a particularly stable and natural feeling.

As if it was just a natural hug, something they do all the time.

Song Qiulin didn't pry open his lips to go deep, but just hooked Wen Yu's lower lip with the tip of his tongue at the end of the kiss to bring her back to her senses.

"Song Qiulin, what are you doing?" Wen Yu covered his mouth, his mind was messier than a tangled ball of yarn.

"No reason, just want to do this." Song Qiulin's voice was close to her ear, "Didn't you find that this trick is very effective for you, so you don't stutter anymore."

She didn't mention that Wen Yu still couldn't remember. She smelled a person's perfume in the bar all night, and Song Qiulin used "this method" to cure her the next day beside the school grove.

That time I let people go in a daze, this time...

"You don't think you can, although we are all girls, but..."

That being said, but she herself was staring at him just now, and had such a moment of unreasonable thoughts.

Before she could come out, Song Qiulin spoke first, "What's wrong with being all girls, I don't even have that vigilance, be careful if someone eats you and you don't know how to die."

What she said was meaningful, but Wen Yu, who had a short-circuited brain, couldn't figure it out. She thought that she was teaching others, so how could it be that the other party was teaching herself in one sentence?

"What are you doing staring at me like that?"

"What can I do to you, it is reasonable for me to beat you now!"

"I was indeed wrong. You can beat me up." Song Qiulin lowered his head and gave a muffled laugh, then he really moved his face towards Wen Yu and curled his lips fixedly at Wen Yu, "The neck is delivered, be careful and pinch your hands. It hurts."

Wen Yu:? ? ?

"Don't pinch?" Before Wen Yu's hand fell, Song Qiulin took a step back, "I gave you a chance to take revenge."

"Have you made up your mind that I won't do anything to you?"

Song Qiulin lowered his head to pack the medicine box, cunningly avoided the question, and said directly, "The medicine is changed, you can change your clothes."

Then, as if nothing had happened, she carried the medicine box and left. When her back disappeared from sight, Wen Yu's hot feeling gradually subsided.

She took a few deep breaths, told herself to calm down first, then turned her head, and saw that there were ready-made clothes beside the bed, which should be Song Qiulin's.

Wen Yu stood up first and put on her trousers. Sadly, she felt the difference in height between her and Song Qiulin. She raised her legs and folded her trouser legs twice, which was just right.

"Didn't this person take the biggest set of pants on purpose?"

It's okay to wear clothes, and the sleeves are a little longer, but Wen Yu likes to tuck his hands in the sleeves to keep warm, so it's just right.

She used one hand as two to zip up the zipper, and found that the smell from her body seemed to be the same as Song Qiulin's.

Obviously she also specially bought a brand of laundry detergent, but Song Qiulin's body always seemed to have a different smell, with a sense of stability that made her want to curl up in place and have a good night's sleep.

"Wake up, this sequelae won't end after the onset of the illness, will it?" Wen Yu directly slapped himself who was extremely unconscious.

When he walked out of the bedroom, Song Qiulin was sitting on a chair by the dining table, teasing the cat with a strip-shaped snack in his right hand.

After the little fat cat passed through the cold lake, the whole cat was very happy. It didn't jump up and down when it encountered a favorite snack, but just stuck out its tongue and licked it slowly like a slacker.

"There is hot milk on the table." Song Qiulin said to her without turning around.

"Oh."

Wen Yu squinted at Song Qiulin, and after confirming that the expression on her face was normal, she went to the table and picked up a milk cup to drink.

It was really refreshing to take a sip of sweet hot milk after taking a bath. She raised her neck and drank it in one gulp. When she was licking the foam on her lips with her tongue, Song Qiulin walked towards her.

Wen Yu leaned back vigilantly.

"Turn around."

"what."

"Haven't you looked in the mirror when you're dressed, the hat is all lumped up in the back."

Wen Yu raised his hand enough, but found that flipping the hat with one hand was too much a test of finger dexterity, so he simply gave up and turned his back to Song Qiulin.

Song Qiulin turned the hat over for her, then directly put the hat on her head, and then turned to her, pulling the shrinking rope of the hat with both hands and quickly knotted it, "Put it on, it won't be very smart in the first place." My brain is still blown stupid by the cold wind."

Wen Yu: No, who are you calling stupid?

When Wen Yu was about to open his mouth to retort, Song Qiulin scraped the corner of her mouth with his thumb, and then brought it to his lips to lick it in an extremely natural gesture.

"Are you stupid to say you're stupid?"