The Transmigrated Canon Fodder Overthrows the Male Protagonist (427-560) (MTL)

458. Ex-husband, you dropped your manuscript (32)

Looking at the man who was sitting on the ground with his hands and breasts, with a smile on his face, Zhou Min collapsed.

This kind of Yan Shaokai was a little strange but also a kind of fear. After Zhou Min had done several tasks, he wanted to run for the first time. This thought made Zhou Min want to cry.

But in such a scene, when he saw Yan Shaokai's body with scars, new injuries and old injuries, he suddenly felt dumb.

Zhou Min thought that Yan Shaokai's injury was only behind his back, but when he saw that there were scars on his chest, Zhou Min got up with his hands and feet together, knelt down in front of him, and gently climbed up his chest with his hands.

The wound on his chest slipped slowly. Perhaps Zhou Min looked at his wound too attentively, so he didn't notice Yan Shaokai's expression in front of him.

But Zhou Min didn't notice, it doesn't mean that 484 didn't pay attention either. If 484 had hair at this time, it would have been scared to stand up, holding on to the hair, scared and trembling, because at this time Yan Shaokai looked at Zhou in his eyes. Min's expression was like looking at a plate of delicacies, like a hungry wolf staring at the food, perverted and enthusiastic.

Such a male protagonist and the male protagonist given in the plot are simply not the same person, making 484 wonder if he took the wrong script! The hero is wrong!

The big hand clamped on the little hand that made a stranger on his chest, and the fragile slender wrist made Yan Shaokai a little excited. It was a feeling that he could tear her hand when he tried hard, and it made him feel strangely excited.

"Are you seducing me? Zhou Min!" The warm and ambiguous words in the ear made Zhou Min stiff.

"I, I don't!" Zhou Min vigorously drew his wrist from Yan Shaokai's hand, originally thinking that Yan Shaokai would not let go, and would be stalemate, but the reality is to slap her face.

Zhou Min didn't expect that Yan Shaokai would let go without hesitation when she made the action.

The reaction of the force caused Zhou Min to fall to the ground severely in astonishment, his hand rubbed against the ground, and the tingling of his palm made Zhou Min whisper in pain.

Condescendingly looked at Zhou Min, who was on the ground watching her palm rubbing and bleeding, Yan Shaokai watched her quietly, watching her wrinkle a delicate face, and shook her injured hand in the air. As if wanting to throw away the pain.

Zhou did not deal with their wounds, but the first few words went behind Kay, "salute box found in the drugs do?"

Yan Kai turned weird little sarcastic sneer against Zhou Min, "What do you think?"

Week Min sighed slightly, "When I first went to look for you, it seemed that I saw a few usable herbs. I'll get them. You wait for me."

Yan Shaokai didn't say a word, watching Zhou Min's footsteps staggering out. At the entrance of the cave, his eyes were suspicious and alert.

Sitting and lying on the ground, Yan Shaokai was languid and lazily, leaning his head on the stone wall, closing his eyes and thinking deeply.

Until Zhou Min came in, Yan Shaokai heard her heavy breathing and heard her erratic footsteps, but did not open her eyes.

After Zhou Min got the medicine, as soon as he came in, he looked at the person who seemed to be asleep leaning on the stone wall, because the sitting position made half of his cheeks hidden in the gloom, and the other half of his face was exposed as thin as cicada wings. In the morning light, the youth's peaceful sleeping face is like a pure angel, white, translucent, and clean, with long, beautiful hands lazily resting on his bent knees.

It is no different from the appearance of childhood in memory. It must be said that it is different. It should be that the enchanting and elegant face has opened up, and it is more beautiful and charming.

Although it is not appropriate to describe a man as beautiful and charming, he who is asleep without opening his eyes has no sense of danger, no sense of falsehood, no sense of aggression, no chilling eyes, and no condescending and cold eyes. He's cold and strange, this is completely different from him, but it is of two extremes with the person who opened his eyes, yet the strange fusion is not abrupt.

Tossing his brain, Zhou Min walked over gently, kneeling down beside him, and looking at Yan Shaokai closely. For the first time, he could look at him so seriously and without concealment.

The hand slowly slipped from his delicate eyebrows to his red lips, his handsome face, enchanting and elegant, strong upper body, full of hard muscles, although there are scars all over it, it is still dazzling.

Yan Shaokai hadn't slept in the first place. In other words, he was always alert and on guard in a strange place, so when Zhou Min came in, he knew that he wanted to see what Zhou Min would do, but at this time, he noticed The softness and gentleness of his fingertips on his body, and the focus of his eyes, made him feel a little surprised for a while.

Until she felt her little hand climbing on his shoulders, pulling him closer to her arms, and leaning her head against her squat, Zhou Min didn't notice the embracing movement, when Yan Shaokai was leaning on her squat, The opened eyes, and the deepness in the eyes.

Zhou Min will be placed on the ground, and the mashed herbs will be applied little by little on Yan Shaokai's back bleeding wound, carefully and gently, for fear of hurting him.

A cool feeling came from behind, and Yan Shaokai frowned.

After treating all the wounds on the front and back of the body with medicine, wrap the wound with the cut cloth, then re-support Yan Shaokai, try not to press the wound, and then take out the silver needle. He was given acupuncture at a large acupuncture point. When everything was done, Zhou Min was already going to collapse.

After looking at the remaining medicine, Zhou Min sat next to Yan Shaokai, pulled him and was bitten by himself but never stopped The handling hand, carefully help him handle it.

After the bandage was done, Zhou Min leaned on Yan Shaokai's shoulder, and was so tired that he lost consciousness. In other words, he was paralyzed and fell straight beside Yan Shaokai.

The pressure on the shoulder caused Yan Shaokai Teng to open his eyes, a sharp flash in his eyes, turned to look at Zhou Min, her face was pale and weak, she moved her shoulders slightly, leaning on Yan Shaokai's Zhou Min and slid into the words. In Shao Kai's arms, he wanted to push Zhou Min out, but he subconsciously stretched out his hand and she was about to hit the head on his knee.

He hesitated for a while, and finally put down his right leg, let Zhou Min rest on his lap and lay on the ground. This sitting was all morning. When Zhou Min slowly woke up, what caught the eye was that his eyes didn't know where to look. Yan Shaokai.

"Yan Shaokai, are you better?" Zhou Min asked in a hoarse and weak voice.

Yan Shaokai lowered his head with a strange expression, as if he was deep, "I wake up when I wake up."

Zhou Min discovered that she was lying on his lap, sideways, trying to get up, but the tingling of her palm made her once again. He fell weightlessly on his lap.

Yan Shaokai squeezed Zhou Minying's slender waist with both hands, and directly lifted the person up, letting her sit on his legs, looking straight at her with a panicked expression, pulling him indifferently. Raising her hand, looking at the place where her palm was scratched by the gravel, the surroundings were red and festered.

"It's just a small wound, how can it turn red and fester in such a short time?"