[Honghuang] Donghuang Daolu is Tongtian's apprentice

Chapter 234

The sun is gradually setting to the west, on the small peach blossom island in the Beiming Sea, in Jiao'er's room, Geng Chen and him are talking on the bed.

Jiao'er was only wearing his underwear, sitting on the edge of the bed, while Geng Chen was sitting sideways beside him, there were many bottles and jars on the bed, and in his hand was an oval jade box , was dipping translucent light green ointment with his right index finger, and gently applied it to the scar on his back.

"You just applied the medicine for me at noon, so soon, you have to take it again?" Jiao'er also sat sideways, with the skin on his left shoulder and a large part of his back exposed, allowing him to apply the medicine to himself, his back Facing Geng Chen, feeling the gentle touch on his back, his heart beats a little faster, so he had to speak to him to relieve his shyness.

"Of course," Geng Chen continued to apply medicine to him without stopping, "Your injury is different from old to new, and it was not injured by the same sharp weapon. It has been delayed for so long. If you don't treat it well now, it will definitely remain in the future. It hurts." Xiaolong said logically, and after finishing the application in his hand, he picked up a small bottle next to him and continued to apply.

Jiao'er could feel his fingers sliding on his back, and occasionally he would touch the skin of his back and blow gently. His right hand is clenched into a small round fist, his lips are also tightly pursed, and his eyes move slightly, which shows that he is not calm.

After Geng Chen applied all the ointments on him, he wrapped a clean bandage on him again, "Okay, you're done!" Geng Chen clapped his hands, looked at his masterpiece, and nodded in satisfaction.

Xiaolong felt that he was great, er, maybe only Jiaoer himself saw the bandages on his body as soon as he lowered his head, and felt that he was almost tied into a rice dumpling, but he didn't say anything.

Geng Chen got up and stood up, walked in front of him, and was about to see if he had any other injuries, but unexpectedly found that Jiao'er's forehead and neck were covered with sweat.

"Jiao'er, haven't you experienced heatstroke yet? Why are you sweating so much?" Geng Chen was a little surprised, he tilted his head, and stretched out his right index finger to gently touch his forehead. On to the sweat.

"Let me wipe it for you." As he said, Geng Chen took out a handkerchief embroidered with bamboo leaves from his sleeve, leaned over, and wiped his sweat meticulously.

But for some reason, the sweat was rubbing more and more, and Jiao'er's body became tighter and tighter. Just when he reached out to lift his skirt to wipe his chest, Jiao'er suddenly reached out and grabbed him. wrist!

"Jiao'er? What's the matter?" Geng Chen was a little confused, so he glanced at him suspiciously.

"No, it's nothing," Jiao'er took a deep breath, pretending to be calm, but the strength he held on his wrist involuntarily increased, and when he replied, his eyes dodged and he stammered. "I mean, I, I'll just do it myself."

"Oh," Geng Chen nodded after hearing this, he wanted to pull his hand back, but Jiao'er squeezed tightly, "Jiao'er, then let me go," he didn't let go, and squeezed tightly. Gengchen's wrist hurt a little, so he had no choice but to remind him.

Jiao'er heard the words, and immediately came back to his senses, let go, Geng Chen pulled his hand back, looked down, his wrist was already a little bruised, he touched it lightly, "Hiss!" He couldn't help but let out a soft cry!

"What's the matter?" Jiao'er heard him cry out in pain, and immediately looked up at him and asked.

"Look!" Geng Chen grievously pulled up the sleeve of his right arm, exposing his bruised wrist, "You squeezed purple for me, you were too hard just now." Xiaolong pouted, a little dissatisfied .

"It's my fault," Jiao'er saw such a circle of bruises on his almost white skin, she couldn't help but panic, she quickly got up and helped him sit down, took his hand and blew gently on his wrist, "does it hurt?" ?” He pursed his lips and glanced at him.

"What do you think?" Xiaolong pouted and asked angrily.

"Then I'll give you some medicine." He immediately searched through the bottles and jars on the bed, but these were all brought by Geng Chen, and Jiao'er couldn't tell which one was for the treatment. Kind of hurt, can't help but feel a little anxious.

"Take the one engraved with orchid patterns." Geng Chen looked down at those bottles and jars, and reminded.

"Oh." Jiao'er quickly picked up the jade box with orchid patterns carved on the body of the bottle, opened the lid, and picked out a bit of viscous translucent powdery white ointment from the jade box. Go to Geng Chen's wrist and rub it open for him.

"Does it still hurt?" Jiao'er asked softly while applying medicine for him.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." After taking the medicine, Geng Chen felt his wrist was icy and cold, and it was much better.

"You can use a little too." Geng Chen stretched out his left hand to dip a little powdery white ointment, and raised his hand to wipe it on Jiao'er's face.

"I don't have a wound on my face, why wipe this?" Seeing him like this, Jiao'er subconsciously leaned back, trying to avoid it.

"If you are not injured, you should take good care of it. Didn't I tell you? My master said that boys should also be delicate," he shook the ointment on his hand.

"Hey, what about this medicine, it can heal wounds without harming beauty, in short, it is beneficial but not harmful at all. Apply a little, a little," Geng Chen stretched out his hand to spread the ointment on his face with a smile.

"No, I don't want it," Jiao'er twisted left and right but refused to cooperate.

"Come on, wipe it on, wipe it on." The more he dodged, Geng Chen thought of teasing him, and perseveringly dabbed the ointment on his face to greet him.

Jiao'er was grabbed by him with one hand, and she couldn't hide no matter how much she hid. In the end, he wiped it on her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, "Then you have to wipe it, and you have to." He dipped a little ointment in his hand and wiped his face with his hand.

"I don't want it, go away! Hahahaha!" Geng Chen stretched out his hand to stop him!In the end, he accidentally touched his neck, and felt a little itchy, so he couldn't help laughing, "Go away!" He waved his hand!

"Why not? You wiped it off for me! You want it too! You want it!" Jiao'er continued to wipe his face.

Later, Geng Chen played with him, and both of them ended up with fragrant ointment on their faces, Jiao'er was more flexible and avoided several "sneak attacks" by Geng Chen, so Geng Chen still had more ointment on his face.

"Ha! Good! You bullied me!" Xiaolong felt that he was at a disadvantage, and immediately 'raised'!He grabbed Jiao'er's shoulders with both hands and pushed him down on the bed.

"You apply it too! You have to apply more! More than mine!" He reached out and dipped the pink-white translucent ointment in the Zhanyu box, and began to greet his face.

The moment she was pushed down just now, Jiao'er subconsciously stretched out her hand to wrap his arms around his waist, letting him press on her body, the warm breath on her body, the slight weight, and the close distance to him, all of these, It made Jiao'er flustered, his eyes trembled, and his body trembled slightly, he clenched his little fists a little bit at a loss.

"Look! I've won, you have more on your face!" A certain little dragon who successfully counterattacked looked at Jiao'er who had been painted a lot by himself, raised his chin, and looked down at him. His small appearance was simply smug Extremely!

Xiaolong himself was happy for a long time, but he didn't wait for his frustrated reaction after his failure, which is a bit strange.Moreover, his face has also changed.

"Jiao'er, you are blushing." He reached out and touched his face as if he had discovered some new land, "And your ears are so red too." He turned his face and looked at his ears, The earlobe was so red that it was about to bleed, the curious Xiaolong reached out to touch his earlobe, and rubbed it with his thumb a few times.

When he touched it like this, Jiao'er's breathing became disordered in an instant!He couldn't help but turned his face sideways, not daring to look at him, but his right hand involuntarily clenched the light blue sheet under his body.

"This is not right." Geng Chen felt very strange, and stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, "Your forehead is also very hot, but it's obviously not hot outside, why haven't your signs of heatstroke gone away. "

He looked at the sky outside through the window. It was already sunset time. Not only was it not hot, but there was also a slight cool breeze outside, which could be said to be a bit cool.But now that Jiao'er is in such a situation, he can't help but feel very puzzled.

"Let me take your pulse." Geng Chen couldn't figure it out, subconsciously thought he was sick, and stretched out his hand to pull his right hand, but Jiao'er grabbed his wrist, Geng Chen was puzzled, and looked down at him At a glance, Jiao'er happened to look up at him.

The moment the four eyes met, for some reason, Jiao'er felt her heart skip a beat!Moreover, he was so nervous that he seemed to be out of breath!

"You, don't get so close to me," Jiao'er felt that she couldn't hold on to his clear eyes, so she had no choice but to open her eyes and lowered her eyelids to hide the panic in her eyes.

"Say, maybe, my body won't be so hot." He turned his head to the side, not daring to look at him, his breathing was unsteady, and he was stuttering, trying to finish his sentence.

"Ah?" Geng Chen was taken aback, and then he understood the meaning of his words, "I, I'm pressing you down, right? I'm sorry, I'll come down now, I'll come down now." He seemed to have misunderstood, Get off him in a hurry.

Geng Chen lay beside him, lying on the bed and looking at him, "Jiao'er, how are you feeling now? Are you feeling better?" He asked with concern.

"It's okay." Jiao'er still didn't dare to look at him, she looked away, her fists were clenched again, and her heartbeat started to speed up.

"I look at you, it doesn't seem very good, or let me feel your pulse." Geng Chen was still a little worried about him, twisted his body, and gently pulled his sleeve.

"No, there's no need." Jiao'er was afraid that he might have other symptoms, so she quickly pulled back her sleeves and lay on her side with her back to him. "I'm really fine, you don't have to worry." He forcefully suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and replied calmly.

"Then, that's fine." He made it clear that he didn't want to, and Geng Chen couldn't force it, he got up and sat up, "Then what do you want to order for dinner? Tell me, and I'll make it for you!" He looked down at him With a glance, asked.

"As long as it's done by you, anything is fine." Jiao'er still turned her back to him, and replied.

"Okay then." Geng Chen looked at him like this, then looked at the sky outside, and suggested, "You're suffering from heat stroke today, but it's getting late, and it's getting cold at night, why don't I make some light and refreshing dishes?" How about a side dish and a cup of hot soup?"

"All good." Jiao'er replied concisely.

"Then you have a good rest, I'll go get ready." Geng Chen glanced at him and instructed.

"Yes." Jiao'er agreed in a muffled voice.

Hearing this, Geng Chen breathed a sigh of relief, got up and went out to prepare meals.

What he didn't know was that Jiao'er, who was lying on the bed, had already turned around when he went out, staring at his back obsessively, her left hand also clenched the purple camellia handkerchief tied around her right wrist, The little heart was pounding, as if a little rabbit was bumping around in the atrium.

Hit his heart, his people are already messed up!