The atmosphere became stagnant, Lu Xiao didn't make a sound or move, even his chest no longer rises and falls.
He clenched his hands tightly without knowing when, and slowly loosened them, his fingertips trembling lightly, and finally it seemed that the whole person was hidden in an obscure shadow.
The heart-wrenching taste that has never been seen before hits his heart, and a little bit of swallowing numbs him.
Wen Xian tentatively looked over, seeing that his expression was not right, coughed slightly, his eyes flickered: "Lu Xiao..."
She stretched out her hand and touched him like a favor.
The temperature of his big hand came from his fingertips, he did not hold her, nor refused.
Wen Xian didn't care about this, just clenched his hand tightly, and slowly said when he spoke again:
"I, I don't know it will be like this, this is filming, I, I can't help it, but I promise you, I will pay attention to it later, it won't be like now—"
Lu Xiao gave a faint hum, and dropped his eyelids slightly, without making a sound.
Wen Xuan's heart suddenly seemed to be hit hard, as if explaining more words would be of no avail and useless.
Lu Xiao moved, he put the medicine box on the table: "Sit down."
Wen Xian: "..."
She took a step back and sat on the edge of the table obediently.
After that, Wen Xian watched him take out the Chinese Traditional Chinese Medicine Liquor from the medicine box and pour it into the palm of his hand, rubbing the heat, unfolding her clothes, and directly falling on her bruises.
She groaned, and there was pain, but she bit her lip deadly and did not dare to make a sound.
He rubbed the bruised area with some strength. She understood that he was helping her to invigorate the blood, but how could she not be in pain.
What happened to the pain was all endured by her.
Afraid to make him feel bad again.
In the end, she simply pulled over his neck, her face buried in his chest.
Only when the breath of his body was filled with her nose, she seemed to be able to forget the painful taste for a short time.
Finally, she raised her head slightly and whispered in his ear:
"Lu Xiao."
"Ok."
"You actually said something wrong just now," she said.
"what."
Wen Xian moved up a bit, his back straightened, and a sentence fell in his ear: "Actually, I am not a girl anymore, but a woman. After a certain night with you last month... …"
The movement in Lu Xiao's hand was startled.
It seemed that after a while, when he spoke slowly, his voice became heavy and mute:
"Wen Xian, do you know what to do as my woman?"
She raised her jaw to look at him.
Lu Xiao looked at her for an instant, and said in a low voice: "She should live happier and more comfortable than anyone else, not just for the other half."
He almost stopped beating when he saw her whole body hurt.
What did she do to be able to come here to film, to get closer to him?
Wen Xianyu's eyelashes agitated slightly, trying to find an excuse: "...I'm not all for you... Besides, I have finished filming a part of my scene now, and I will be filming others later. I can cultivate for a few days..."
Lu Xiao didn't listen to these reasons at all. Right now, he suddenly picked her up and put it on the moisture-proof mat resting aside.
He knelt on one knee and continued to smear her with medicated wine.
The man's big palm was hot, with moderate intensity, and landed on her bruises, causing her to make some unbearable groans.
And at this time, outside the tent--
Fang Zhi, who followed, heard the voice of the woman inside, and there was no blood on her face...!
Wen Xian actually seduce her blind date...?