"Good, I'm fine." Yin Shaolong opened his mouth again and rubbed her head.

Xiang Tianqing side head to avoid, but directly started to lift up his clothes, it seems that she must check his wound, she will rest assured.

"It's not a good thing to pick up your husband's clothes on the street." Yin Shaolong grabs her small hand, stops her movement, and smiles at her.

"The more blood flows Yin Shaolong You are quick... "

Xiang Tianqing was a little anxious, because the blood on his back had been gradually enlarged. It was not the size of the bottle cap, but now it has gradually turned into the size of a fist. People have to worry about whether the wound is still bleeding.

"So you want to undress me?" Yin Shaolong held her hand and spoke in a warm voice. He gently moved her and said, "don't worry. Go home and take it off for you."

Xiang Tianqing was stunned for a moment. On his beautiful and excessive face, a small face with big palms turned red. Even if he knew that he was deliberately misinterpreting her meaning, she was stunned and could not hold out a word under his gentle eyes.

Seeing her staring at herself, Yin Shaolong was in a better mood. Instead of letting go of her hand, he took her with one hand and pushed the shopping cart with the other to the cashier to check out.

Xiang Tianqing seems to have forgotten the reaction. She followed her in silence all the way. Until they were out of the supermarket, she regained her mind and gently opened his hand and followed him.

Yin Shaolong didn't care too much about it. After all, he knew that everything was too much.

In his opinion, it seems that the relationship between her and him has become closer in one day. After all, one should be content with everything.

Half an hour later, they got home smoothly. After putting things on the table, Yin Shaolong took a look at Xiang Tianqing, who was slippering. Then he turned directly into the bedroom and closed the door gently. It seemed that he didn't want to let her in.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Xiang Tianqing was stunned. He didn't even care to put on his slippers and ran in a hurry.

"Dong Dong Dong..."

"You, Yin Shaolong You let me in... " Xiang Tianqing didn't know how to open his mouth for a while. He didn't know whether it was because he had a ghost in his heart. He only felt that there was something ambiguous about how to say it.

In the room, Yin Shaolong gently raised the corner of his lips and stood by the door in his bedroom, but he didn't mean to open the door.

"Yin Shaolong You hurt your back I I'll take a look at it for you

There was still no movement in the room. Xiang Tianqing couldn't help being a little anxious. He stepped forward again and leaned on the door and knocked on the door again: "are you listening? Can you open the door and let me look at the wound for you... "

"No, just a little injury." Yin Shaolong finally opened his mouth, and his single hand had fallen on the doorknob. It seemed that if someone outside the door was going to leave, he would open the door and drag her in.

The more he didn't let her in, the more worried she was. Thinking of the spreading blood, she didn't know whether the wound was getting bigger or scabby.

The door in front of her was still closed, and Xiang Tianqing's eyes turned red, especially when he thought of the moment when he protected her in his arms, his heart seemed to be touched by something.

"Just let me go in and see..." Xiang Tianqing's voice was choked, but this time, the door in front of him had been opened before he finished speaking.

For a moment, they stood face to face, and her eyes were red and she was a little confused.