Finest Servant

"Qiaoqiao, why are you here?" Lin Wanrong hurried forward.

Dong Qiaoqiao has already stood up, and there is a bamboo basket under him. The basket is already cold food. Obviously, the time to wait here is not short.

"Brother Lin, you, are you alright?" Dong Qiaoqiao grabbed Lin Wanrong's shirt and looked at him anxiously, the tension and heartache in the bright eyes of Chenxing.

"I, what can I do?" Lin Wanrong didn't know what she was talking about, and smiled and welcomed her into the room: "How did you find me here?"

"You told me about the location that day, and I found it today. When I saw your clothes hanging by the door, I knew this was where you lived." Under the light, Qiaoqiao's face was a little red. More and more pretty.

Lin Wanrong swallowed his saliva secretly. He is not a good bird. With such a beautiful girl standing in front of him, he will not be a man if he is not moved.

Dong Qiaoqiao brought the bamboo basket over and said, "The food is cold, Brother Lin, have you eaten yet? I'll go and warm it up, it will be fine soon."

Lin Wanrong hurriedly took her hand and said, "No need, Qiaoqiao, I've eaten it."

Dong Qiaoqiao was held by his small hand, and felt that the heat from his palm seemed to have penetrated into her heart. Her cheeks were flushed, and her heart was thumping, and she said softly, "Brother Lin, I—"

She subconsciously struggled slightly, and then Lin Wanrong realized that she had grabbed the girl's little hand.

But this guy was very thick-skinned, not only did he not let go, but he grabbed her little hand and squeezed it twice in her palm.

Dong Qiaoqiao just felt like a cat scratching in her heart, a strange feeling came out of her heart, her body was hot, her slender legs couldn't help but come together, and her body twisted slightly.

Lin Wanrong let go of her little hand reluctantly, and said without even blushing: "Qiaoqiao, are you here to deliver meals for me?"

His way of diverting attention has always been superb, how can Dong Qiaoqiao be his opponent.

Seeing him let go of his little hand, the redness on Dong Qiaoqiao's face faded a little, but he was a little disappointed in his heart. Hearing his words, he suddenly remembered his purpose, and hurriedly called out, "Brother Lin, where is your wound? let me see."

"What wound?" Before he noticed it, Dong Qiaoqiao had already seen the stains on his back and the swollen back.

"Brother Lin, who beat you like this, how can you be so vicious?" Dong Qiaoqiao trembled with a cry. The concern and pain made Lin Wanrong feel warm.

Needless to say, it must be that kid Dong Qingshan who told Dong Qiaoqiao about his injury, so Dong Qiaoqiao came to the door.

"Brother Lin, take off your shirt, I'll give you the medicine." Dong Qiaoqiao gently touched his back twice, her fingers were soft and a little cool, which made Lin Wanrong feel comfortable and couldn't help it. He snorted softly.

"It's okay, Qiaoqiao, I have rough skin and thick flesh, a little injury, it doesn't matter." Lin Wanrong said with a smile.

"No, eldest brother, you are hurt like this—" Dong Qiaoqiao couldn't continue, and tears were about to fall.

"Okay, okay, I'll take it off, don't cry, silly girl."

Lin Wanrong's heart was filled with warmth and emotion, and he hurriedly took out the things in his arms, and then took off his shirt, revealing a smooth and strong body. He has been in good health since he was a child, his skin is also a healthy wheat color, and he likes to exercise. He is quite strong and has a strong impact on girls.

Dong Qiaoqiao looked at his strong arm, his face was red, his heart was beating wildly, but when he saw the swollen mark on his back again, all the shy thoughts disappeared.

With tears in her eyes, she stretched out her slender fingers, caressed the swollen scar gently, and said softly, "Brother, does it hurt?"

Lin Wanrong grinned and said, "It doesn't hurt." He lay on the bed, clutching the sheet tightly.

Does it hurt? Bullshit, you were beaten like this to try? It's just that this girl is gentle and kind, and Lin Wanrong can't bear to worry about this little girl.

A few drops of hot water fell on Lin Wanrong's back. He turned around, only to see Dong Qiaoqiao hurriedly turning his head and wiping the tears in his eyes.

"Silly girl, eldest brother is fine." Lin Wanrong was occupied with tenderness, looking at Dong Qiaoqiao and said softly.

Dong Qiaoqiao turned his head to look at him embarrassedly and said, "Brother, you must take care of yourself in the future, I-we don't want to see you hurt a little."

Lin Wanrong laughed and said: "Don't worry, Qiaoqiao, the person who can hurt me has not been born yet."

Dong Qiaoqiao blushed and shyly said, "Bragging."

Beautiful eyes with tears like pear blossoms with rain, indescribably pretty, Lin Wanrong stared at her blankly and said, "Qiaoqiao, you are so beautiful."

Dong Qiaoqiao bit her red lips and lowered her head shyly, even the blind can see the surprise on her face.

Lin Wanrong had an urge in her heart, she wanted to hug this pretty woman and take a bite, but just as she was about to move, there was a burning pain on her back.

Dong Qiaoqiao carefully smeared the oil on his wound, moving gently like a breeze. This intimate skin-to-skin contact made Dong Qiaoqiao's heart beat faster and her face flushed.

Lin Wanrong is different. He has already enjoyed countless massages of the opposite sex, and he still has some concentration. Although this time is gentle and beautiful, he is not too rude.

After taking the medicine, Lin Wanrong went to get the clothes by the bedside. Dong Qiaoqiao leaned over and put the ointment back in the box by the bedside. When he tripped, she slipped and screamed, and she fell onto the bed.

As soon as Lin Wanrong turned around, she was overwhelmed by her on the bed, and the pain from her back made Lin Wanrong grin.

This guy was stunned to hold on to his words, and he didn't take advantage of the bastard. Compared with the beauty of the *, what is this little pain?

Dong Qiaoqiao couldn't help but press on Lin Wanrong's body at once, and the two fiery bodies were tightly attached to each other, especially Lin Wanrong was still topless.

A strong masculine breath came from him, and Dong Qiaoqiao's heart was beating like a deer, trying to struggle to get up, but there was no strength on his body. A pair of strong arms wrapped tightly around her waist. She couldn't move, so she slumped softly in his arms, her hot face pressed tightly against his hot chest.

Lin Wanrong hugged the soft and boneless woman in his arms, smelling the faint fragrance on her body, his breath gradually became heavier, and he held her tighter and tighter, as if to let her completely dissolve into his body.

Dong Qiaoqiao was clinging to him, and she didn't dare to let out the air. Her plump body squeezed Lin Wanrong's chest, bringing him a strange pleasure. Lin Wanrong snorted comfortably, stroking her hands on her back, slowly down, brushing her waist, and continuing to move—

"Big brother—" Dong Qiaoqiao murmured, her eyes were filled with mist, and her face was blushing.

Although it was through her clothes, Dong Qiaoqiao, a woman as pure as ice and snow, had never experienced such an encounter before. She only felt hot all over her body, and she made an unconscious noise, her face was extremely shy, her body was as weak as cramps and bones, and she collapsed on the ground. in his arms.

Lin Wanrong was already on the ropes, and was about to take advantage of it, but it was "ouch", and the pain of the wound on his back made him cry out.

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