Upon hearing this, Qin Wuyan quickly let go of her, sat up straight, held her calf, and asked anxiously and worriedly, "Where does it hurt? Which leg is cramp?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at him, the man's brows were tightly wrinkled, as if the sky was about to fall, he couldn't help laughing, raised his hands to cover his eyes, not daring to look directly into his eyes.

I didn't expect this man to be so easy to deceive, and he fooled him right away.

Qin Wuyan finally came to his senses, moved his palm from her calf to her ankle, and scratched her sole: "Okay, how dare you lie to me."

Zhuang Xiaoyu was itchy. She wanted to hold it back, but she couldn't help it anymore, and begged for mercy: "Don't do it, it's so itchy..."

Qin Wuyan refused to let her go, and continued to scratch her toes: "Tell me, do you still dare to lie to me in the future?"

"Don't dare, dare not." Zhuang Xiaoyu begged for mercy: "Let me go, it's really itchy."

Her itchy tears were about to flow out, the corners of her eyes were wet, and she kept laughing "giggling". In order to free her ankles from his palm, her body was about to twist into a twist, and she clasped her hands on the low table Go up, keep shrinking towards the carriage at the other end.

Qin Wuyan's palm continued to move down, holding her delicate and small jade feet, and pressed the acupoints on the soles of her fingers. Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't feel itchy this time, but a little pain, so she couldn't help but let out a low cry : "It hurts, it hurts so much, take it easy, you hurt me."

Qin Wuyan raised his eyes and stared at her: "Does this hurt? I haven't exerted any force yet, so I can't bear it? You have blocked meridians, no wonder you are lethargic all day long, you should move around more, and I will massage for you. "

Zhuang Xiaoyu refused: "It's no good, I'll do it when I go back, don't stay here."

She whimpered, with embarrassment in her voice.

When the young guard heard the movement from inside, the tips of his ears were so red that he was about to bleed, and the carriage swayed even more violently.

The wheels rolled over the stone, and Zhuang Xiaoyu's head accidentally knocked against the low table, making a slight noise.

Qin Wuyan pushed aside the curtain, looked at the rough road in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Although this road is not easy to walk, we still need to be more stable."

The guard only felt the sound behind his ears like thunder, and he trembled for a while. Looking back, he saw that the priest's clothes were neat and not messy at all.

Quickly said with a guilty conscience: "The humble job understands."

Qin Wuyan snorted coldly: "If Madam bumps into you again, you can go down."

The curtain was removed again, Qin Wuyan entered the carriage, and the guard's back was covered in cold sweat.

Zhuang Xiaoyu blinked and looked at Qin Wuyan: "Are you always so fierce to other people?"

Qin Wuyan was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized, and asked, "Did it scare you?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu shook his head.

Qin Wuyan pursed his lips, and said bluntly: "I've always been like this, but it's just the most special accident for you."

Zhuang Xiaoyu: "..."

As if being hit by something on the chest, it hurts a little, but it's sweet, Zhuang Xiaoyu knows that he is not the kind of person with a good temper, but he doesn't know that he gave all his good temper to himself.

Qin Wuyan stepped forward, picked her up, put her on his lap and sat down, rubbed her bumped forehead with his fingertips, blew on her, and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"It didn't hurt much at first." Zhuang Xiaoyu was afraid that he would anger the guards, and whispered: "It's just a small bruise, it will heal soon, you don't have to be nervous."