100 Ways to Get the Male God

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The first generation has not woken up yet.

Yu Chu first practiced a set of martial arts by himself. Just after a cycle of practice, she was sweating a little, and when she stopped to rest, she saw the eyelashes of the boy in the wheelchair flutter.

She walked over quickly.

The first generation slowly opened his eyes, his eyes as clear as purple grapes, revealing the trouble of just waking up.

When he saw the girl's figure, he pursed his lips slightly, frowned at the tip of his eyebrows, and bulged his fair cheeks, like a dissatisfied and angry little hamster, showing depression.

Yu Chu was slightly startled, and somehow understood where the first generation was angry, and quickly explained: "I didn't leave this room, I've been here with you all the time."

He held her to sleep, but when he woke up he didn't... He probably thought she had left.

Hearing this, the youth's delicate eyebrows loosened slightly, and the blushing lips pursed lightly: "Water."

"Do you want to drink water?" Yu Chu quickly poured water for him and carefully put it to the boy's lips.

The first generation raised his hand to take the cup.

The girl opened her eyes nervously and took a deep breath, "Don't move, I'll just feed you."

The first generation blinked his beautiful purple eyes.

He didn't refuse, and bowed his head to drink water obediently, but raised his eyelashes and looked at the girl's face.

She stared at the water cup with a nervous expression, and there were crystal beads of sweat on the tip of her nose, which were left from the martial arts practice just now.

After drinking the water, the boy spread his hands, looked at her and said calmly, "Hold me."

Yu Chu hesitated.

Holding him, will he hurt more?

He was feeling the pain all the time.

She asked, "Aren't you in pain?"

Yu Chu's expression was worried. The young man looked up at her calmly, his snow-white fingertips spread out flat, he narrowed his mysterious and beautiful purple eyes, stared at her for a while, suddenly pursed his lips, and revealed a small smile.

A faint dimple appeared on her pale cheeks.

"You hold me, it doesn't hurt," he said.

That smile seemed to be short-lived and soon disappeared, and the young man was still indifferent.

His expression was cold and indifferent, and his voice had no emotion, but he was extremely well-behaved, like a little white rabbit.

"Really?" Yu Chu was a little suspicious.

"Yeah." The first generation looked at her, his expression did not waver at all, "If you touch me, it won't hurt anymore."

Yu Chu was startled again, and then he could not laugh or cry.

——Did he mean that when he touches her, he will not feel pain? She's not a painkiller, so miraculous.

She didn't take this sentence seriously at all, she still reached out her hand carefully and touched his fingertips lightly.

Don't even try too hard.

This is more than a sick beauty, this is simply a porcelain doll, which must be held in the palm of your hand.

But she touched her fingertips carefully, but the other party repeatedly touched her hands, and the snow-white hand held her finger.

Yu Chu was startled, but did not dare to struggle, and suddenly raised his head and looked at him nervously.

The first generation had drooping eyelashes, slightly stretched brows, and his expression was still cold, but he looked very well-behaved.

Yu Chu carefully observed his expression, and finally felt relieved. With the other hand, he took the key and untied the thin chain, and untied all the chains on the boy's body.

"You can't actually use powers, right?"

Yu Chu held his hand, half-kneeled under the wheelchair, and looked up at the young man's beautiful pale face.

She pursed her lips and asked, "Your body always hurts all the time, and it will hurt even more after the sedative injection, right? Why do you still use supernatural powers today..."

The question is not over.

The first generation looked at her, and suddenly leaned over flatly.

The young man turned his face sideways, his delicate and beautiful side face curled his eyelashes, and kissed her forehead calmly.

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These days are even less [bow] I am sorry for making everyone wait so hard, today I will take a leave of absence to adjust and adjust, and there will be more than four changes every day in the future. After writing this plane, it may be broken for a week to four weeks [very small possibility] to tell everyone in advance. Very distressed, writing is always all kinds of dissatisfaction. Plot essays may not pursue written expression, but cute writing is about card descriptions and details. It is not easy to express cuteness, and it is even more difficult to extend wonderful details. Besides, it is not only good but also reasonable, otherwise, there will be a lot of doubts. Maybe I have a requirement for myself, but my level is not up to my standard, so I often feel very crap. Oops knock on my little skull. Good night