When Meng Qing realized what she had done, she was stunned.
He held Shi Qian's hand with one hand and gently embraced her with the other, as if holding her whole body in his arms.
His body acted before his mind; this man's waist was so thin that he could wrap his hand around it.
How can it be so thin? I really don't know what it ate to grow up like that.
The other hand she was holding felt smooth and soft, and Meng Qing unconsciously tightened her grip. It was so soft.
Shi Qian was helped up for a while, then hopped to her feet and kept snuggling in Meng Qing's arms until she felt steady.
Meng Qing was somewhat at a loss for words after his actions. The person in his arms was soft and cuddly, and every movement felt like a water balloon bouncing on him.
The warmth emanating from the person in his arms made Meng Qing feel a little hot, not to mention he could smell a faint, pleasant fragrance.
Shi Qian was a little shorter than him, so he could easily pull him into his arms. He had never hugged anyone before, so this feeling was unfamiliar to him, but he didn't dislike it.
Meng Qing felt a strange heat rising within her body, and her ears were burning. She then pretended to shift her position casually, trying to distance herself from the other person.
Shi Qian had just regained his footing when he noticed Meng Qing moving. He seemed to have trouble maintaining his balance, so he could only shuffle forward a little as well.
The two were now even closer, and Meng Qing felt that she could kiss Shi Qian's forehead if she lowered her head.
Shi Qian's soft, curly hair gently brushed against Meng Qing's face.
Her hair smells so good, Meng Qing thought to herself.
Finally, perhaps fearing that the person in his arms would notice his unusual behavior, Meng Qing stiffly helped him to lean against the table by the door.
Shi Qian didn't want to lean on him, so she loosely wrapped her arms around Meng Qing's neck and used the support to sit sideways on the table.
"Thanks, bro. I think I twisted my back too." Shi Qian gently rubbed his back and unconsciously groaned.
Meng Qing was very close; the voice was right next to his ear, and he could almost feel the warm breath exhaled by the person speaking.
Meng Qing's face turned even redder.
Fortunately, he's still a bit dark-skinned, so you can't tell.
"Could you go downstairs and get me a first-aid kit?" Shi Qian rubbed his lower back and then rolled up his trouser leg to look at his knees.
Both knees were completely red, as if they had been kneeling on the ground all day.
Meng Qing didn't expect Shi Qian to suddenly pull up his pants. Although they were all men, and the pants were only pulled up to his knees, Shi Qian's legs were too white and too smooth.
Meng Qing suddenly had the illusion that she should not look at what was improper.
"I'll go down and get it for you." Meng Qing said, then rushed out of the attic with a slightly stiff posture.
The temperature was low at night, and Meng Qing was only wearing a thin coat, but he didn't feel cold at all.
Instead, he felt a surge of heat in his heart, making him feel like he was burning up.
After grabbing the medicine box, Meng Qing didn't delay and went straight up to the attic.
He couldn't explain why, but he just remembered that handsome young man sitting alone in the attic, injured, and felt sorry for him.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but pause. Pitiful, he gave a speechless, cold laugh. He never thought he would have a day when he pitied others.
He ran up to the attic in a few quick steps, took a deep breath at the door, and then went inside.
The dim light from the attic shone on the man's chestnut hair, his long, thick eyelashes, his high nose, and his full, red lips, all of which exuded a seductive allure in the light.
It's really beautiful.
Meng Qing kept thinking about it.
He had never seen such a beautiful person before, like a god descended from heaven.
But when Meng Qing thought about what the dream foreshadowed, she felt that she couldn't be seduced by beauty.
The person in front of you might be up to no good, and you're probably thinking about how to mess with him.
toss?
Meng Qing unconsciously started thinking in the wrong direction again.
Shi Qian sat quietly at the table waiting for Meng Qing, his gaze unfocused, looking as if he was about to fall asleep.
Meng Qing coughed once before taking the medicine box and stepping forward.
He put the medicine box on the ground, squatted down and examined Shi Qian's knee. The injury wasn't too serious, just some minor abrasions.
It's just that Shi Qian is too fair-skinned, which makes the wound look more ferocious.
If it were Meng Qing, he wouldn't even glance at it; this minor injury is nothing to him.
He used to be beaten to death, with glass bottles smashed on him. He was used to it, and he didn't feel any pain even when his wounds bled.
Only after the beating was over would he slowly find a corner to pick out the shards of glass stuck in his flesh.
Now he held Shi Qian's knee loosely, as if the scraped skin was some kind of terrible injury, and carefully disinfected it with iodine from the medicine box.
The cotton had just touched her knees when Meng Qing heard the person above her gasp.
Although he felt that such a performance was a bit too exaggerated, when he looked up and saw Shi Qianfa's pale face, he unconsciously lowered his hand even more.
Meng Qing immediately thought of the ceramic doll she saw on her teacher's desk when she was a child, which would leave a mark if it was just lightly bumped.
Shi Qian is just like that porcelain doll.
After Meng Qing had finished treating the wounds on both of Shi Qian's legs, she took out a bottle of medicated oil from the medicine box.
He stood up and handed it to Shi Qian.
"This is medicated oil, apply it yourself."
Shi Qian was used to being taken care of, and just hearing that she had to apply the medicine herself made her feel very tired.
"Good brother...please help me wipe it, I'm in so much pain, I can't exert any strength." Shi Qian stretched out a hand and grabbed Meng Qing's sleeve, acting coquettishly.
Meng Qing's heart softened instantly; this face was so coquettish, he simply couldn't resist.
Beauty can lead people astray.
Seeing that Meng Qing did not refuse, Shi Qian immediately turned to the side, lifted her clothes up, revealing a slender waist.
Meng Qing's gaze fell on Shi Qian's waist, and she unconsciously swallowed, her Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
This person's waist was as thin as he imagined; he wondered how it grew that way.
And it was so white, so white that Meng Qing felt that her tanned hands would smudge that whiteness if she touched it.
Meng Qing tightened her grip on the medicinal wine, looked at Shi Qian who was already slumped over the table playing on her phone, and sighed helplessly.
He walked behind the man, poured the medicinal wine into his hand, and carefully placed it on the man's waist.
So soft.
Shi Qian felt some pain and unconsciously groaned.
To Meng Qing, it sounded like a seduction.
Meng Qing couldn't help but wonder if this was some new trick by this venomous young master, using her to seduce him?
He looked down at the person who was playing the game so enthusiastically that it seemed like a simpleton, but then thought it didn't look like him.
This wicked young master's methods are probably more sophisticated than we imagined.
Meng Qing dared not take it lightly. Although the events in the dream had not yet occurred, they served as a warning.
He couldn't let himself be deceived by this man's innocent beauty. He couldn't help but think of Shi Qian's smug and wicked smile in his dream.
Looking back at the person in front of him, he had such terrible luck that he could sweep through Minesweeper every time.
He couldn't stand it anymore, and his lips twitched.
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