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Xiao Wen Ning turned his head to look at him, groaning in grievance, "Then be gentle."
Han Yao saw the sweat on his forehead and relaxed his grip a little. He said in a softer tone, "Bite the pillow and don't scream."
Xiao Wen Ning curled his lips and complained, "Are there still human rights?"
"No."
“…”
Young Master Xiao, who had lost his human rights, bit his pillow in despair, waiting for Han Yao to use tweezers to pick out the glass for him.
Han Yao felt the trembling buttocks under his palm, and finally took out a tube of ointment without any instructions from the medicine box and applied it around his wound. After applying it, he paused for two minutes before picking up the tweezers and quickly clamping out the glass.
Xiao Wen Ning shuddered all over and felt that the pain was not as severe as he had imagined.
The fragment was not too deep. Han Yao simply applied medicine to him, stood up and said, "Lie down."
Xiao Wen Ning looked at his butt exposed to the air and asked, "What did you use on me?"
"A little painkiller."
"I can't tell you're doing quite well."
Han Yao put the tweezers in the medicine box and didn't intend to pay attention to him. Just as he was about to leave, he heard Xiao Wen Ning call him, "Don't go, don't go."
Han Yao stopped and asked, "Anything else?"
Xiao Wen Ning pointed at the balcony and said, "You can't live downstairs. For my personal safety, you have to stay with me all the time."
It was indeed a terrible sight to see glass all over the floor. Han Yao was quite dedicated and nodded in agreement after hearing what he said.
After Han Yao came downstairs, Xiao Wen Ning stared at the leaky balcony in a daze. He was so exhausted that he had no desire to sleep and lay there with his eyes closed until dawn.
Just as he was about to fall asleep, Han Yao walked in with a breakfast. Xiao Wen Ning opened his eyes drowsily and saw that Han Yao had ordered a bowl of porridge for him.
He yawned and muttered, "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."
Han Yao glanced at his useless leg and his butt that had been left out in the sun for half the night, and placed the porridge on the bedside: "Eat it for now."
Xiao Wen Ning really couldn't bear to lie on the bed to eat breakfast, so he turned his body to the side and dropped his uninjured buttocks on the bed. Just when he was about to ask Han Yao to help him get a spoon, he saw that the person facing him had turned his head away.
Young Master Xiao hadn't worn his pants all night. He turned sideways, his long legs casually folded together, and the tender pink thing between his legs was carelessly exposed. He looked at Han Yao's profile and smiled a little mischievously. Then he picked up the blanket on the bed to block it in front of him, coughed lightly, and tried to ease the awkward atmosphere: "We are all men, and I am so much younger than you. What do you have to be shy about?"
This was the first time Han Yao had seen a man who dared to face the fact that he was smaller than others. He touched his nose twice, turned around and handed the spoon in his hand to Xiao Wen Ning. Xiao Wen Ning's posture was really charming. He took two sips awkwardly and asked Han Yao for help aggrievedly: "Please help me."
Seeing that his posture was indeed uncomfortable, Han Yao picked up a chair and sat down beside the bed. He took the bowl from his hand, picked up the spoon and fed the slightly cold porridge to his mouth.
Xiao Wen Ning didn't expect Han Yao to really come and feed him. He stared at the spoon with the same aggrieved expression, but there was an indescribable change in his eyes.
After feeding him a few mouthfuls, a few drops of porridge appeared on the back of Han Yao's hand. Xiao Wen Ning, a 28-year-old, was still spilling porridge as he ate like a child. Han Yao ignored the stickiness on the back of his hand and continued feeding him porridge. Just as he was about to pull his hand back, he felt a damp heat on his hand. Xiao Wen Ning suddenly extended his tongue and swiped it across the back of his hand. The tip of his tongue nimbly rolled and quickly licked the few drops of rice stains clean. Then he raised his eyes and smiled innocently: "It's clean now."
Han Yao withdrew his hand expressionlessly, stood up swiftly, and took the empty bowl downstairs without looking back.
When his butt was not injured, Young Master Xiao could still get up and move around. But this time, he was basically paralyzed. Han Yao served him three meals a day very attentively. Xiao Wen Ning had gained experience in making breakfast and would slip food into Han Yao's hands whenever he got the chance.
After a long struggle, they finally finished dinner. Xiao Wen Ning glanced at the time and began to chat with Han Yao, who had come up with his luggage. "How old were you when you joined the army?"
Han Yao put his backpack aside, leaned against the wall, crossed his arms, and looked at him: "Seventeen."
"So young? I think I only graduated from high school when I was seventeen." Then he asked curiously, "You joined the army so early, have you ever been in a relationship?"
Han Yao looked at him without saying anything.
"Have you talked about it before? Don't be shy to say it. We are now... close enough to have seen each other's important parts, right?" After saying that, she arched her white buttocks to remind Han Yao of their intimate relationship.
Han Yao had never seen someone as amusing as Xiao Wen Ning in his life. The corners of his mouth twitched twice, and he simply replied, "No."
“I knew it.”
"How do you know?"
Xiao Wen Ning said proudly: "Your first kiss was with me. You were so shocked when you lay on me for five minutes on the first day. I was looking at the watch."
Han Yao didn't hesitate and nodded generously and asked, "Why did you kiss me on purpose?"
"You're handsome."
"Do you kiss any handsome guy you see?"
"Not really, you're the first person I've ever wanted to kiss."
"Why?"
"Because you're so handsome."
Han Yao's movements and expression remained unchanged. He thought for a few seconds and asked bluntly, "You did all this to tease me, or to pursue me?"
Xiao Wen Ning's originally cheerful expression froze on his face. Han Yao's direct response left him somewhat at a loss for words. Seeing that he remained silent, Han Yao took out the sleeping bag from his backpack and placed it on the ground. He continued expressionlessly, "I don't like beating around the bush. If you want to tease me, forget it in the future. I don't have the heart to play with you. If you want to pursue me, be sincere and stop pretending all the time."
Xiao Wen Ning waited until he lay on the ground before he climbed to the bedside with a raised eyebrow and looked down. He reached out and tapped Han Yao's forehead, then said with a smile, "I was just trying to tease you, but now I really want to pursue you."
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