Chapter 1313

She always likes to wear a small loose suspender and a pair of wide checked shorts under her, which is like the dress up of many men at home. It can be worn on her, but it has a special charm.

Yin Shaolong takes back her eyes. For more than four years, she is still like this. A pair of * * shows a glittering luster under the light, which is particularly sexy.

Some hair was seen by his eyes. Xiang Tianlai turned his back to him and found a pair of slippers to put on.

Yin Shaolong came in slowly. He closed the door and said in a low voice, "it's better not to do this next time. You know it's not good to make me angry."

Xiang Tianlai didn't tangle with him in this matter. He turned around and pulled out a small suitcase. He opened the trunk and began to pack up his things: "go ahead, what do you want from me?"

Seeing her pack clothes into the suitcase one by one, Yin Shaolong's eyes were a little deep: "what do you do?"

Xiang Tianlai squatted on the ground, looked up at him, and said with a smile: "you said that as long as my injury is good, you can leave at any time. You say it, and I will go when you finish speaking."

"I'm talking about when your injury is healed." Yin Shaolong came to her and spoke slowly.

"I don't think I have any more injuries now. I'm better." Xiang Tianlai's speech speed is very fast, throwing clothes into the box is also very fast.

"Ah --"

The movement of Xiang Tianlai was sluggish, and the whole person fell down on the ground, and the bean sized sweat on his forehead crackled down, and his face turned pale.

Yin Shaolong slowly raised his hand on her shoulder, looked at the blood on his hand, got up, took a towel, and sat on the chair to wipe it carefully.

Xiang Tianlai showed a look of pain and looked down at his shoulder blade.

Red blood ferocious, easily soaked in her pink vest, gradually spread out an abstract shape, may be associated with Picasso's paintings.

"You see, the injury is not good, so you'd better stay here." Yin Shaolong sat on one side and spoke faintly, but did not come to help her up.

Xiang Tianlai fell on the ground and did not get up for a long time. He lowered his eyes to cover up a piece of water mist under his eyes, and his lips pressed tightly together, which seemed to be very painful.

So, did he not plan to let himself go from the beginning.

So what she thought before was just a dream!

Yin Shaolong lifted his eyelids, and his eyes fell on Xiang Tianlai. After all, he couldn't help getting up again and went to her side. He reached out and planned to lift her up: "I'll check the wound for you."

"Go away --"

Xiang Tianlai, who had been depressed for a long time, finally broke out. He threw his suitcase at him and scattered all kinds of clothes on the ground. After several twists and turns, the box hit his feet.

Xiang Tianlai held the wound on his shoulder, rose with red eyes, and kicked over the chair he had just sat in.

After turning out the medicine box on tiptoe, he didn't look at him at all. He took off the pink sling directly, revealing his black underwear.

The wound did not bleed like a flood, just trickling, one side gradually congealed, the other side with her action to crack again.

Yin Shaolong slowly kicked open the box at his feet and turned to look at her.

As a result, she turned around and saw her back to herself in her black underwear. Her waist and several scars accumulated all year round were very familiar with her.