Princess too Young, Prince too Old

"You hold back a bit, it definitely hurts ..." Lu Zhicheng's voice was very low, almost inaudible behind him. His hand was on Zhou Chi's leg, almost instantly, Zhou Chi's thigh. A thick layer of goosebumps rose from the ground, and Lu Zhicheng's voice stopped abruptly.

Lu Zhicheng looked at the fine goosebumps, and his hands seemed to be burned to the ground, and then he moved away.

He watched Zhou Chi holding on to the bed sheet's hand, his heart filled with regret. This time, he didn't hesitate, digging the ointment, and said to Zhou Chi: "If it hurts, just squeak, don't bear it. . "

...

The dressing time was almost three times more than before. Zhou Chi was too nervous and very repulsive. His body was so tight that Lu Zhicheng couldn't get started. He was afraid that Qiang would hurt him, only time and time again. Stop to appease Zhou Chi, and when Zhou Chi finally relaxes, it is half an hour later, Lu Zhicheng sighed with relief, and finally he can change Zhou Chi's medicine, but the process of applying medicine, But it was even more tormenting, this time not only Zhou Chi, but even Lu Zhicheng was stiff.

While he was applying medicine to Zhou Chi, he couldn't help remembering the beautiful and ridiculous dream of last night. He remembered the faint herbal fragrance on the bride, remembered the bride's thick joints, and the bride's obedience and sobbing ...

In his dream, he couldn't see the bride's face.

But at this time, he could not be more clear, this person is in front of him.

In this room, Lu Zhicheng looked at the pair of hands clutching the sheets, listening to Zhou Chiyin's screams from his mouth, Lu Zhicheng felt that he seemed to be back in that ridiculous dream. .

...

As soon as he finished taking the medicine, Lu Zhicheng rushed out of the big account awkwardly. He had never been so embarrassed. During the night, his chest was undulating.

"General, dinner is ready." The guard came to report.

After Zhou Chi woke up, Lu Zhicheng was too busy to make the porridge in the kitchen. At this time, it was ready. Lu Zhicheng looked at the green porridge on the tray, and a small plate of pickles, exhaled, and from there The guard took it, and took the curtain in.

"Hungry, right?" Lu Zhicheng put the tray on the small table on the bedside and looked carefully at Zhou Chi's face, and asked carefully, "Can you eat on this stomach?"

Zhou Chi had n’t eaten for nearly two days, and he was so hungry that he pressed his chest against his back. At this time, he smelled the smell of porridge and felt more hungry. He pursed his dry lips and nodded to Lu Zhicheng: "Yes. "

Lu Zhicheng paused, leaning down and holding Zhou Chi's shoulder, gently lifting Zhou Chi up. Zhou Chi was about to struggle, and he heard Lu Zhicheng said, "I'll give you a soft pillow."

Zhou Chi didn't move. Lu Zhicheng took a soft pillow and placed it under him to make him more comfortable. Then he put the tray in front of him and looked at the bowl of plain vegetable congee. He whispered to Zhou Chi: "When the process is over, you are hurt a lot, so you don't need to eat so pure."

Zhou Chi shook his hand with the spoon and gave a stunned meal. He felt like he had no appetite for a while. He wanted to drive Luzhicheng out. He didn't want to see him again in his life, but he didn't say anything in the end. Zhicheng's gaze reluctantly ate half a bowl of porridge, and then he could no longer eat it.

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