◇ Chapter 30 Why not hide?
His deliberate attitude was obvious. An Qin's lips were bitten, and this shameless action pushed his bottom line again. He was stunned for a moment, but unexpectedly, the other party took the opportunity to pry open his teeth and fill his entire mouth.
The uniquely calm, woody scent of a man flowed from his nose into his brain, and An Qin's mind went blank. Perhaps because he'd been taken advantage of so many times, his body had become accustomed to this man's rogue behavior. An Qin was shocked, but he didn't immediately resist. Instead, he felt something soft against his lips, and the faint taste of honey on his tongue was... quite pleasant.
An Qin's chest heaved violently as he stared blankly at the man so close to him, gradually becoming lost in thought.
The little assassin didn't resist, which was beyond Shen Yanheng's expectations. It was rare that he didn't get slapped. His lips gradually softened, changing from the original deep kiss to a light kiss, and finally rolled heavily on the lips. He propped up his arms and retreated a little, saying innocently: "I didn't stand firmly. I didn't mean to. Why didn't you hide?"
She said sorry, but her mouth was pouted towards An Qin.
An Qin suddenly came back to her senses, her cheeks full of the heat sprayed by the man as he spoke, and a thin layer of red permeated under her fair skin, adding a bit of romance to her cold appearance.
Chen Yanheng lowered his head and kissed the slightly open lips that had obviously not recovered yet, "Why don't you hide? Are you waiting for your husband to kiss you?"
A wave of shame and anger suddenly surged across An Qin's face. He lowered his eyelids, glared fiercely at the lecher in front of him, and slapped Shen Yanheng on the chest without mercy, pushing him away.
“Hmm—”
The man was forced to take several steps back, and his back hit the high pile of firewood in the woodshed. The pain made his facial features twisted for a moment.
“Tick.” “Tick.”
A few drops of blood flowed down his wrist and dripped onto the mended green floral cotton, where a flower bloomed.
An Qin's eyes suddenly widened, and he immediately forgot about the flirting. He supported Chen Yanheng with a sword step, and with his other hand, he pulled off his shirt from his shoulders to check the wound.
A tiny crack had opened up again on the scab that had just formed, and blood was constantly oozing out. It was better not to break the stitches so that there would be no need for stitches and the pain of flesh being injured again.
An Qin felt a nameless anger rising in his heart, and his voice was extremely cold: "It's not serious this time, but if you dare to do this again, I will take your head back at any time without waiting until we return to Beijing."
Anyway, the letter has been sent. At the very least, the owner's men are still in Jiangzhou, and the people from the Dragon Killing Sect will definitely die.
Chen Yanheng was seeking death on purpose, so he might as well finish him off first.
Chen Yanheng's forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat, and he forced himself not to show a ferocious expression in front of his beloved. He smiled through gritted teeth and said, "Please, die under the peony flowers, and become a ghost... Ugh!"
He received another palm strike on his shoulder. Although the force was light, it affected the wound on his back that had just opened up. The pain was so severe that it was not comparable to that of an ordinary beating.
Chen Yanheng clenched his teeth and swallowed all the cries of pain. After a long pause, he continued to tease: "Who am I hurt for? You don't allow me to do anything reckless, and you, a heartless little assassin, don't take the initiative to help your savior."
An Qin pursed his lips and glared at him.
Chen Yanheng didn't get beaten this time. He licked his lips, lowered his eyes, stared at An Qin's exceptionally rosy lips, and leaned forward slightly.
An Qin looked at the head that was getting closer and closer, as if facing a great enemy, and made a defensive gesture with one hand.
However, the face stopped at a very close distance, so close that they seemed to be sticking together. If they spoke or moved a little more loudly, they could exchange a lingering kiss.
An Qin lowered his eyes and looked at the beautifully shaped lips. He couldn't help but think of the feeling of being "ambushed" just now, and swallowed subconsciously.
Chen Yanheng suddenly said, "Why don't you bandage me? Are you trying to murder your husband?"
An Qin's head exploded with a bang, and a few blushes of embarrassment flew across his usually cold face. His eyes trembled violently, followed by a feeling of anger at being teased. He tightened his lips, frowned, took two deep breaths, helped Chen Yanheng sit down, turned around and went out to fetch water.
Chen Yanheng's smiling voice came from inside the house: "Get some more water. I haven't bathed in three or five days. My body and mind are itching."
This guy always spoke in a flirtatious tone. An Qin's eyelids twitched, but he still went to boil water as he instructed.
After giving the farmer money, Anqin asked for firewood to boil water. Daniu's wife naturally nodded, thinking that the extra rice porridge left in the pot was given to her daughter. Although the rice porridge did not look good, it tasted much better than the bran and vegetables they had to eat to fill their stomachs. So she generously gave half of the water she had just boiled to Anqin.
"I just burned these. You can use them first. Your husband's injury is more important."
When talking about Chen Yanheng, the woman looked shy again.
An Qin opened his mouth, wanting to say something but stopping himself. He could only blame himself for his own short-sightedness. Now he had no choice but to swallow his loss and admitted, "Well, thank you very much."
"Just call me if you need anything." After the woman said that, she carried the child into the house and started to work.
An Qin tested the water temperature and returned to the woodshed.
Chen Yanheng leaned his shoulders against the wall, breathing his last, having already taken off all his clothes.
As An Qin entered the room, he was greeted by the handsome figure of the man. His fairer skin, now stained with blood due to blood loss, was now stained with a few bright red bloodstains, adding a bit of devilish charm to the elegant-looking scholar.
An Qin's eyes flickered, and he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He stared at his toes as he walked to Shen Yanheng and silently wiped the blood off for him.
There was enough medicine bought from the pharmacy. An Qin sprinkled a lot of it on the wound and re-bandaged it with new gauze. He went out to get a basin of warm water and wiped Shen Yanheng's upper body without complaint.
After wiping it, An Qin reached out his hand expressionlessly to the trousers that the man had taken off his body. He suddenly paused, lowered his head, and moved a few steps away, changing from pulling the waistband of the trousers to rolling up the trouser legs.
Shen Yanheng raised his eyebrows and smiled without saying anything.
After wiping both legs, Anqin picked up the basin and prepared to go out to pour water.
Shen Yanheng grabbed his wrist and glanced down with an innocent expression.
An Qin followed his gaze and looked down, his eyes finally landing between her legs.
An Qin: “…”
If it were in the past, as both were men, he would certainly not refuse such a simple favor, but now, the man in front of him is a homosexual who has obscene thoughts about him!
Apparently, he had underestimated the degree of shamelessness of this Grand Tutor. An Qin suddenly pursed his lips, his thin lips forming a straight line, and then he muttered as he handed the handkerchief in his hand to Shen Yanheng, his face full of resistance, as if the four words "Do it yourself" were written on his face.
Chen Yanheng pretended to raise his hands, but before he could reach the handkerchief, his hands fell down helplessly, and he blatantly threatened Entu: "Hiss, it hurts."
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