A moment later, the door opened.
Fu Ciyi walked into the room with his eyes downcast, his gaze fixed on the ground, and he didn't see her legs or feet.
Come to think of it, she opened the door for him without any clothes on, so she must be hiding behind the door now.
Sure enough, she quickly closed the door.
Fu Ciyi took a deep breath: "How can I help you?"
His voice was strangely hoarse.
Yan Funing stretched out a finger and tapped his arm: "Help me wring out the cotton towel. It's still hanging by the basin."
Although it is forbidden to look at anything inappropriate, I still caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of my eye.
What?
She was already wearing her underwear.
I was so panicked that I ruined the ointment, and your big heart stopped beating wildly.
I must have done it on purpose, after all, the wound from being hit by the stick didn't last long.
"The marks from the sticks aren't long enough, so he'd better lie down."
Then I thought, if I really wanted you, there would be a bed sheet hanging in the middle of the club room.
Her delicate hands touched my shoulders: "Fu Ciyi, there's ointment under your arm. Let him help you."
If I were to deal with it, I'm afraid I'd be in so much pain that I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.
"I'm sorry."
Then I pulled it and found that the redness and swelling had not spread to the back.
I quickly shifted my gaze to the front of your head.
After he returned to the room, Yan Funing rubbed her back, shoulders and neck.
"I do mind. Let him help you check. Do you need to apply ointment?"
Thinking about what I just saw, I didn't feel a bit agitated at all, but my throat felt inexplicably dry.
So I decided to try it again.
The graceful curves of your back are fully displayed before my eyes.
This man is saying this, is he trying to seduce me?
Immediately Qingre said: "Just come and hang it."
The more I think about it, the more anxious I become.
At the collar, your skin is so white that it dazzles the eyes, and a few strands of hair are scattered under your skin. The collision of white and white is very eye-catching.
Let’s look at the head.
A smile appeared on Yan Funing's lips. "When I glanced at you just now, your cold eyes seemed to have ripples in an ancient well, with a hint of disgust."
Maybe it's because of the pain, your voice is a little more delicate than usual.
Caiyu walked to the corner, patted the wall and said, "Sister, let's say you are him and the wall is my uncle. He has to press himself tightly against me."
Your arms can exert strength, but I can pull the rope down.
Fu Ciyi asked Caiyu to come over and help Yan Funing wring out the cotton towel and apply the medicine, while I took the book to the main room to read.
So I took a look at the red and swollen wound, turned my eyes away, and quickly applied the ointment with my fingertips.
So I felt relieved.
Yan Funing also hid it from you: "You applied it on your arms yourself, and I applied it on your back."
The bad thing is that he was lying down at the moment, wearing a tight coat.
"What's wrong?" His voice was still a little hoarse at this moment.
Yan Funing walked to the corner of the room and pulled the curtain to the side, revealing the basin.
"It's not that long. These two villains..."
"Yes." Yan Funing thought about it and moved to take the ointment on the bedside. "You can reach the wound very well. I'm sorry to bother him."
In the west wing, Caiyu was helping Bad Yan Funing wash and apply medicine. When she was about to ask, "How did you apply the medicine last night?"
Fu Ciyi clasped your wrist with two fingers, took his hand away from my shoulder, leaned forward, and took the ointment from the bedside table...
"I hate it."
Time flies by so fast.
"Are you done washing?"
Yan Funing was so anxious that she stopped thinking about it.
"Apply it yourself."
Fu Ciyi considerately helped you tear the front collar and ruin the ointment.
"There are no marks from the beatings on my shoulders and back, but they are already red and swollen."
"Is the uncle moved by this?"
Fu Ciyi put the wooden basin away: "Do you mind if I help you take a look?"
Noticing the woman's movements, Yan Funing tilted her head slightly and said, "Fu Ciyi, you're in so much pain, let him take a look at you."
Yan Funing moved slightly and quietly pulled the collar of her coat down below her chest.
Heat is a defense, the line of sight slides upwards, the material of the clothes flows smoothly, outlining the man's slender waist that could be broken with a pinch, and the curve of his voluptuous hips...
The man was lying on his back with his face tilted sideways, his profile was very pleasing to the eye. His red lips were pursed, but because he was lying down, his lips were not slightly pouting.
In the book, my entanglement with you, can you understand that I am greedy for your body?
Yan Funing stared into my eyes, but I lowered my eyes so that you could see my expression clearly.
Yan Funing sat up and put her lips close to Caiyu's ear: "You were afraid that I would be greedy for your body, so you tested me last night..." As she spoke, she recounted the process of her test, "If you are sure that I am greedy, and you are afraid that the two-year period is up, I will allow you to leave."
The woman scooped out some ointment and pulled your collar up with one hand.
"When I was put on the sack, I was hit with a stick and it hurt for a whole day. Maybe I pulled it while showering, and it hurt even more."
Yan Funing sat on the edge of the bed with her back to him, her long hair pushed in front of her.
If you dare to look any less, I will look away.
The woman stood in front of you, curling her fingers in the air and then releasing them.
For a moment you wanted to say something powerful and curse, but you just lay there obediently.
It takes a lot of force to tie the rope in the middle of the bed frame. You are really a smart guy. By testing me like this, you should be able to find out whether I am greedy or not, right?
The next day, outside at night.
"Ah, why does it hurt so much?"
Slap hard on your palm.
With a snap.
Duonan's neck was as white as jade, so slender and delicate that I could easily break it with one hand.
I placed my fingertips on the edge of the wound.
I'm just greedy.
"Do you need to apply medicine on him?"
So I asked tentatively, "You can use your arms, but what if we were hanging from the sheets for those ten days?"
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