It was already dark outside, but the lights in the training room were on.

The white light hit the milk muscle of the little cub, and the clothes were half-faded, and the person was as white and tender as the little girl.

Yiye stared at it for a moment, and his thin lips were pale and tightly pursed into a straight line.

Lang Lang's gaze couldn't help but move down with him, looking over his shoulder.

There was a bruise.

In fact

The collision was not particularly bad, after all, the people of KUKU are not stupid, and if they are in a hurry to foul, they will sit and wait to be scolded.

But they Americans have big skeletons, and people are also tall and big, and their bones will inevitably bruise.

A leaf of cold fingertips touched lightly,

asked in a hoarse voice,

"Does it hurt?"

Lang Lang was so cold by his cold fingertips that he couldn't help but tremble slightly, he covered it tightly, his body was already hot, and it was quite cold when he suddenly touched it like this.

Kazuha thought he was in pain.

Immediately, his face was cold, and he just hated to go up and kick them a few times.

Sure enough, violence is always listed as the first step to venting, no matter what.

Yiye sank and silently unwrapped the ointment in his hand.

"It's good to apply some medicine, the clerk said that it works very well, I originally wanted to buy safflower oil, but then I thought about it, you shouldn't like the taste."

The little cub nodded solemnly instantly, "I don't like it, I don't like it." ”

The smell was so pungent that he couldn't accept it anyway.

Yiye smiled and didn't speak, he was injured when he was a child, and it was all a bottle of safflower oil, and he applied it wherever it hurt.

So much so that when I go to school, I always have a smell of safflower oil on my body.

Lang Lang looked up and saw the senior's distracted appearance, and couldn't help but explain,

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it really doesn't hurt."

His gaze fell on the little cub's flickering eyes, and the crystal clear water of the lake rippled and sparkled.

Simply ignorant of the world.

Yiye nodded lightly and responded.

Unscrew the ointment, squeeze out a little in the palm of your hand, and instantly some strong smell of Chinese medicine spreads.

Lang Lang wrinkled his little nose instantly, and resisted this ointment that smelled particularly bitter.

"This smells so bad, others smell it and think I'm the reincarnation of bitter gourd."

It's too bitter.

It smells particularly bad.

Yiye thinks that this taste is actually good, but the taste of traditional Chinese medicine is heavier, and the old man thinks that this ointment is very effective.

The gesture is to buckle the shoulders of the waves.

Langlang ducked back frantically, "Senior doesn't paint it, I don't feel it hurt at all." ”

Kazuha looked at him quietly.

Lang Lang organized his language and said unashamedly, "I think I can even carry a flat burden on my shoulders and go to the West with Tang Seng to learn scriptures." ”

Kazuha: "...... I think you want to go to the western sky. ”

Yiye lowered his head and smelled the ointment again, the smell was a little top.

He said: "The more bitter the medicine, the better the effect. ”

Lang Lang looked at him with open eyes and a grin.

"It's not as good as a kiss from a senior."

Hearing this, Yiye's gaze suddenly froze and shifted from his little face to his shoulder.

Langlang's face looks fleshy and cute, but in fact, the body is very slender and well-proportioned.

The shoulders are dyed a faint cyan, slightly close to the collarbone, which is completely exposed to the air, delicate and fair.

Yiye had a faint thought in his heart,

waves,

Is this seducing him?

He tilted his head and blinked his eyes, which sparkled like jewels, cute and seductive.

Yiye lowered his long eyelashes, and his cold eyes seemed to be a little confused and confused.

When I remembered the clerk's introduction, I said that it was a miracle ointment.

Not to mention, it's really amazing.

The little cub who usually rushes to beg for mercy dares to take the initiative to seduce people at any time.

Lang Lang's hand grabbed his wrist, because the palm of his hand was the center of the gas bomb.

The resisting handle slowly pushed farther and farther.

He raised his head, and suddenly leaned over lightly to play coquettishly in his ear, and his voice was soft,

"I don't want to stink."

Yiye couldn't help but smile,

"Why don't you stink."

This kind of love words that are rare for a thousand years for a leaf, Lang Lang didn't notice it, and his brain seemed to be occupied by a straight man.

"Doesn't it stink in the manure pit? When the dung truck exploded, there was an absolute smell for ten miles......"

Kazuha: "......"

The smell of ointment in the air made him feel a little sick to his stomach.

Yiye calmly took out a piece of paper and wiped the ointment in his palm.

The smell of ointment lingering on the tip of the nose is still very strong.

He frowned slightly, and his slender white fingers gently picked up the little cub's chin.

My lips covered me, and I tasted the faint fragrance between my lips and teeth, and then I felt that the air was purified.

His fingers landed lightly on his shoulders and massaged them with extreme tenderness.

It's okay without ointment, but at least it's better faster.

Langlang was still struggling with whether to use it or not, and the senior ran so far to buy it, and if it was not used, it seemed a little too inhuman.

But obviously the massage is better.

Yiye doesn't work less on weekdays, so the palms of his hands are a little rough, and the rubbing is on the delicate shoulders of the waves.

The shoulder, which was originally slightly tingling, was tickled and crispy by his massage.

The little cub hummed and chirped comfortably.

Kazuha: "......"

Knowing that he did it on purpose, he lowered his eyes and didn't look at him,

This expression, owes ......

His expression was calm and quiet, staring at his face leaning against the back of his chair, and the movements of his hands stopped.

Lang Lang opened his eyes and looked at him, now the senior's hands are not cold, his fingertips are gradually warm, and it is very comfortable to gently massage his shoulders.

His hand gently lifted his delicate little face.

The fingertips rubbed the corners of the soft lips, and the voice could not hear joy and sorrow,

"One more hum?"

Little Cub: "......"

Oh no

Public executions.

With a flush on his face, Lang Lang smiled a little awkwardly, and said aggrievedly,

"I'm going to keep quiet."

Grabbing his hands back over his shoulders, he tilted his little head against his shoulders.

Ichiha quickly pushed him up.

"Don't."

The little cub was dumbfounded and looked at him in a daze.

Ichiha lowered his long eyelashes and explained, "Wet, don't get your face wet." ”

"Wow, it's okay." He leaned back in.

tilted his head and kissed the senior's snow-white chin.

Yiye was stunned for a moment and lowered his head.

His chin rubbed against his soft lips, and before he could react, his thin lips opened slightly and gently held the corners of his lips.

The fingers gently climbed to the shoulders of the waves, and the rough palms rubbed against the shoulders.

The crispy and numb touch made the little cub squint his eyes with satisfaction,

He smelled the strong smell of Chinese medicine dissolving at the tip of his nose, and his bitter little face wrinkled.

He ducked back vaguely, and the cold and indifferent person leaned forward with his movements,

"Senior, hmm...... The dung truck blew up ......"

Kazuha: "......"

What the hell am I.

When Langlang reacted, he saw that his shoulders were already covered with ointment.

Good one, tune the tiger away from the mountain.