"it is good."

Li Feng immediately turned around and went to the living room to find the medicine box.

Although the two wounds were not very deep, they were not too shallow.

Yange saw that the blood was still flowing from his wound, and said softly to him after applying the hemostatic medicine, "You go to the hospital to bandage it up and see if you need a needle."

Li Feng did not speak. When he saw Yange no longer help him, he simply found out the contents of the medicine box, bandaged himself, then turned off the lights, and lay down on the bed according to Yange: "Sleep. "

He didn't ask why the song was so agile and fierce.

I did not ask whether the two people who died on the ship that day were killed by words.

Not even asked why Yange moved out of Li's house.

Holding him down on the bed, he did not take the next step.

Just holding the song like holding a big ragdoll, sleeping just like he said.

The breath gradually stabilized and fell asleep.

This man!

Maybe it's not a man, just a big boy.

But the calmness he showed in words and deeds could not be linked to his age.

Yan Ge was held in his arms, and this posture was not comfortable.

After he fell asleep, she turned over carefully, released his restraint, and reached out and rubbed his chest where he was struck.

This man is holding her chest.

At that time, her nerves were tense, and she didn't feel much pain herself. This would relax, and she felt the pain was unbearable.

Really, her **** were so small that she felt such a burst of her **** when she was struck like this.

Too internal injuries.

One hand reached out from behind and pressed on Yange's chest: "I'm sorry."

The voice was low and hoarse, lightly three words, but heavy like a mountain.

Just listening to these heavy three words, I felt breathless.

The words are silent.

She knew that Li Feng's sorry wasn't talking about today.

But I'm sorry these two words, neither her nor the host can accept.

Li Feng's hand rubbed Yange's chest.

Without a little bit of nagging, simply rub her.

Yange held down his wide palm: "Don't rub it."

Li Feng's hand froze, he didn't retract it, only let go of his hand.

Yan Ge didn't speak anymore, she nucked her pillow, found a comfortable position, and closed her eyes to sleep.

Upon waking up, the sky was slightly bright, and there was no shadow of Li Feng around.

Yan Ge didn't care, she took a shower in the bathroom.

My hair was slightly wet and not dry. When I got to the living room, I used to throw the dart at the target on the wall.

The host's grandfather was a soldier, but his father was a drug-trafficking police officer. The host had no great dreams. She liked her father's clothes from an early age, so she wanted to inherit her father's business.

But the word song, even after rehabilitation, the chances of running and jumping are not high.

The lower body doesn't work, the words can only be made up with the upper body.

This Baiyueguang system, in fact, is different from the previous systems. Yange can ignore the host's unwillingness and mood.

But the song is still subconsciously, want a perfect.

After all the darts on hand were shot, Yan Song limped over to the darts target, unplugged all those darts, moved back again, and hit the target again and again.

On Saturday and Sunday, she had no other entertainment. She practiced her target every day. Several targets in the family had been changed.

The kitchen door creaked open.

Li Feng came out with two plates of small dishes. When he looked at Shang Yan's unexpected look, he didn't move, and said, "Breakfast is all right."