Chapter 142 If you think I’m being too delicate, then don’t kiss me!

Until midnight, Shen Qian was not called in for investigation and questioning.

The other art soldiers in the same dormitory did not return either.

The night is long and I can’t sleep.

Tension and worry took root in the soles of her feet, growing wildly and spreading all over her body, scrambling to get out of her skin, making her feel anxious and uneasy.

The lights in the infirmary building were always on.

She knew Luo Weiguo was there, so maybe she could go over and ask him directly.

She had never asked Luo Weiguo to do anything for her, it was all his wishful thinking!

In my previous life, he tortured me to the point where I felt worse than death.

Let's do it again, just as he is atonement.

He asked for it.

…

In the duty dormitory.

A dim light was on, the wattage was not high, but it stretched the shadow of the lampshade very long, shining obliquely on the bed and the wall, blocking the overlapping figures.

"It hurts...be gentle..."

Zhu Yunyao was half-held in Feng Shuo's arms, with her little face tilted up, letting the man apply medicine to her.

In the enamel basin beside it, the gauze used to wipe the red medicine was soaked in clear water, and the stain was bright red, which was shocking.

"It's very light now."

Feng Shuo had a tense face and a tightly furrowed brow. He held a piece of freshly washed gauze in his hand and carefully approached Zhu Yunhuai's delicate and smooth cheek.

He still remembered when he found the person in the cave. This pretty face was covered with glaring finger marks, blood was oozing from the corners of her lips, her eyes were filled with tears, and she was full of determination.

I felt that if I had shown up a few minutes later, I wouldn't even be able to see the light in her eyes.

My heart skipped a beat again.

The hostility in his eyes gradually intensified, and his breathing became heavier.

Wiped off the potion.

Feng Shuo touched her cheek with his rough fingertips, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the marks had disappeared.

"The swelling has gone down. Apply the medicine again to be on the safe side."

As he spoke, he opened a small bottle of red medicine, poured it onto the gauze, and then wiped it on Zhu Yunwei's face.

Zhu Yunwei smelled a pungent smell and subconsciously dodged to the side.

Feng Shuo said solemnly: "Don't make trouble. It won't get better if you don't apply the medicine."

"If you put the medicine on, you will look ugly."

Zhu Yunying shrank her neck in resistance, without raising her head, but just looking over. From this angle, her eyes looked weak and innocent.

Well-behaved and pitiful.

“…Spoiled.”

Feng Shuo curled his lips, raised one hand to cover her eyes to prevent her from seeing, and quickly dipped his other hand in the red medicine and applied it on her.

The movements were heavy and rapid.

The wound that had been healed by the spiritual spring water now felt a little painful again.

It’s simply because Feng Shuo is a straight man who doesn’t know how to be gentle with women.

Zhu Yunwei was speechless.

She bit her lip, then unconsciously raised it, her lips showing obvious moisture.

Only two rapid breaths were heard.

The next second, her lips were kissed.

The big hand supported the back of her head, not allowing her to hide, and pushed forward, lips and teeth intertwined and rubbing against each other...

"Zhu Yunwei, you are so squeamish."

Feng Shuo's voice was low and hoarse, but the ending tone of his words was rising, hooking her and not letting her run away.

Zhu Yunying's legs went weak from the sudden kiss, and her hands naturally climbed up Feng Shuo's waist, grabbing his clothes and refusing to let go.

"If you think I'm being delicate, then don't kiss me!"

Her murmur escaped from the corner of her lips, soft and light, which had no deterrent effect at all, but instead made Feng Shuo laugh out loud.

After several minutes, the man pecked the corner of his lips as if savoring the moment, and said proudly: "We've kissed enough. How about you kiss me back?"

“…”

Zhu Yunwei's eyes softened, and when she heard this, she angrily punched the man in the chest, her little face wrinkled.

Feng Shuo reached out and grabbed her wrist. The force was not strong, but blood scabs could be seen all over the back of her hand. There was no medicine applied, and it looked a bit hideous.

Zhu Yunwei's eyes froze and she frowned: "You are injured too, why don't you apply medicine to yourself?"

These should be left behind after beating Luo Weiguo.

Zhu Yunwei is not a heartless person. Seeing these wounds, her heart aches.

Feng Shuo said "oh", loosened his hand and shook it: "It will be fine tomorrow."

"Give me the potion."

Zhu Yunying spread her hands and signaled Feng Shuo with her eyes to get the medicine and gauze. She then imitated his previous words and said earnestly, "If you don't apply the medicine, it won't get better."

"If you put the medicine on, you will look ugly."

Feng Shuo imitated her and deliberately said the same words to make her laugh.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Yunwei, who had originally looked worried, suddenly paused, glanced at him sharply, and then buried her head in applying medicine for the patient, without saying a word, but her movements were orderly.

The air was somewhat stagnant, so quiet that the only sounds could be heard: the sound of gauze scraping across the back of the hand, and the two people's breathing in unison.

Women are always more careful than men.

After Zhu Yunying carefully applied the medicine to Feng Shuo, she leaned forward and blew gently.

From Feng Shuo's perspective, her hair was blocking her forehead and her long eyelashes were fluttering. He had to tilt his head to catch a glimpse of her rosy, upturned lips.

It is moist and very beautiful.

He had just kissed her and now he couldn't help himself.

His Adam's apple rolled several times and he leaned forward uncontrollably.

Just as he was about to speak: "Yun Wei..."

Zhu Yunwei loosened her hand, but still pressed it against his chest and pushed him.

"It's done."

She turned over to get out of bed, her movements smooth and seamless, without any hesitation.

She no longer looked as spoiled as before, but instead seemed angry.

Feng Shuo's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason, and he asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing happened. I overestimated my own abilities and insisted on applying that ugly red medicine to Captain Feng. I made Captain Feng's hands, which he was so proud of, look ugly. How can he face people now?"

Zhu Yunying snorted and angrily threw the gauze coated with medicine into the water.

Unable to wait for the water to splash, he picked up the enamel basin, opened the door and walked out.

Wow——

A basin of water was spilled outside.

Then, with a clang, the enamel basin fell to the ground.

But there is no back...

Feng Shuo was stunned for several seconds, and suddenly reacted. He didn't even have time to put on his shoes, and ran out. Finally, halfway through, he picked up Zhu Yunyao who was striding forward, and held her in his arms.

"Why are you running? It's the dead of night, aren't you scared?"

He looked nervous, lowering his eyes to look at the delicate girl in his arms, suppressing his forbearance in the depths of his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Are you angry?"

Zhu Yunyao tilted her head, buried her face in his chest, and rubbed it twice before saying, "What right do I have to be angry? It's just a child marriage you arranged to make grandma happy. In a few months, we'll divorce and go our separate ways. You can use your precious and beautiful hands to embrace your new bride. What do you care if I'm angry or not?!"

The more Feng Shuo listened, the gloomier his expression became. He wanted to speak, but found that his tongue couldn't move straight or turn.

He couldn't argue with Zhu Yunyao's inexplicable and twisted logic.

Only Miss Zhu can make jokes, he can't tell them casually.

I said, I'm just looking forward to getting a divorce and getting a new wife...

It's really unfair.

It’s hard enough for her to hold herself, where would she get a new one? !

"Who did I vent my anger on? Who was it for that I injured my hand? Are you going to cross the river and destroy the bridge so quickly?"

Feng Shuo snorted unhappily.

The voice is pitifully small.

Zhu Yunying didn't hear clearly, she just felt a buzzing sound in her chest where her ear was pressed against.

Looking up again, Feng Shuo refused to speak again.

It's definitely not a good thing.

Zhu Yunying curled her lips, feeling that she had fished enough tonight and was a little sleepy.

She hooked her arm around Feng Shuo's waist and yawned: "I'm so sleepy, let's go to sleep."

Feng Shuo hummed softly.

The two went back to the house.

Outside the yard, a white figure flashed by——

Shen Qian covered her mouth, leaned against the concrete wall, and tears kept flowing down.

It turned out that Feng Shuo looked like this when he faced Zhu Yunwei.

Can kiss, hug and coax people.

He doesn't get angry even when he is scolded during an argument, and is as well-behaved as a big dog guarding the house.

Did she make the wrong choice...

We shouldn't put all our eggs in one basket, Feng Shuo is the only one who can do it!