Wen Tian opened his eyes wide in horror and took a step back, his fingers subconsciously grabbed the hem of his clothes, "I won't!"

Chu Xiangtian looked at his pitiful appearance and felt more interesting. He deliberately approached two steps and scared him with a calm face, "Did you take it off yourself or did I take it off for you?"

He was tall, so he stood close to Wen Tian and looked up at him. With his sharp eyebrows slightly raised and his thin lips were pursed, as if he was about to get angry the next second. Wen Tian had been pretending to be calm before, but now Chu Xiangtian's face was approaching step by step, and the calmness he barely maintained suddenly collapsed.

Shaking his head, Wen Tian retreated to the wall, and his purple back accidentally hit the wall, which made him shudder. He came to his senses and had to face the ferocious Chu Xiangtian again. His eyes were red in an anxious way, as if he had been forced into a desperate rabbit, pitiful and helpless.

Chu Xiangtian originally wanted to tease him, but he didn't expect that he really scared him. He coughed awkwardly and took a few steps back, "Don't cry, I'm just kidding you."

Wen Tian held his clothes tightly and curled up in the corner, his back still hurt. He felt that he couldn't stop his fear. He squatted down and buried his face in his arms, crying out loud.

Chu Xiangtian: "..."

Unexpectedly, he actually made the person cry. Wen Tian's whimpering sound made him feel inexplicably panic. He picked up the medicinal wine on the table, "Hey, don't cry, I'm really teasing you, I just want to apply some medicinal wine for you."

Wen Tian continued to cry regardless of whether he was concerned, as if he wanted to cry out all the fear and panic after being kidnapped. The slight whimper continued, as if the cloudy rain hit Chu Xiangtian's heart heavily.

Chu Xiangtian advised him a few words and didn't work at all. Finally, he could only sit by the side with a bare face to accompany him, looking forward to when he would stop, and thinking that the young master didn't know why he could cry like this.

After a while, the whimper gradually became smaller. Chu Xiangtian glanced at him. Wen Tian shrank in the corner of the wall, and his hair had already dispersed because he was about to rest. At this time, the crows were scattered behind him, facing a red dress, like a fragile and enchanting flower.

Chu Xiangtian shook his mind and sighed in his heart that the young master was really a beauty. While trying to reason with Wen Tian, ​​"Stop crying, your eyes will be swollen after crying."

"If you want me to give you medicine, I will let Xiao Qiao come in to help you later."

Wen Tian sniffed and buried his head and ignored him.

Chu Xiangtian was shocked and thought that this was really a little ancestor. He had lived for almost twenty-seven years and had never coaxed anyone like this, but he was the one who made people cry and had to clean up the mess by himself.

After frowning for a while, Chu Xiangtian made the biggest concession, "Don't cry, I can agree to your request."

The sound of sniffing paused briefly. Wen Tian raised his head, still with tears on his face, and said hoarsely: "I want to go home."

Chu Xiangtian: "..."

He dug a hole for himself, and he coughed, glanced at Wen Tian for fear that he would cry when he heard his words, and said quickly: "It's not possible now, but I promise to send you back in ten days at most."

Wen Tian red eyes, thinking about whether what he said was true or false.

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Chu Xiangtian couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted and explained to him: "I just want to take the opportunity to do something. After the matter is done, I promise to send you back intact."

Wen Tian looked at him suspiciously, and then he whispered, "Ten days?"

Chu Xiangtian nodded and said confidently: "At most ten days."

His expression was very certain, not like he was fooling Wen Tian. Moreover, Wen Tian is now in the bandit's nest, so Chu Xiangtian really didn't need to go through a lot of effort to deceive him. He curled up his fingers, Wen Tian nodded slightly, raised his hand to wipe the tears on his face.

Seeing that he finally stopped crying, Chu Xiangtian's uneasy heart fell back, and remembered his purpose of coming over and pushed the medicinal wine to Wen Tian, ​​"I'll ask Xiao Qiao to come over and apply medicine to you. This medicinal wine must be hard to rub it open to the effect."

He took the bottle of medicinal wine and pursed his lips, "Don't bother Xiao Qiao, I'll just wipe it myself."

"How do you wipe the back yourself?" Chu Xiangtian frowned in disagreement, "Either Xiao Qiao or me, you choose one."

Wen Tian bit her lower lip and frowned her long eyebrows. After thinking for a while, she was still embarrassed to ask Xiao Qiao to apply medicine to him. She lowered her head and handed the medicinal wine to Chu Xiangtian, "That's trouble Chu Dangjia."

Chu Xiangtian smiled, took the medicinal wine, pointed to the bed, "Take off your shirt and lie on the bed."

The result is still the same as at the beginning.

Wen Tian put his hand on the lapel of the clothes. Chu Xiangtian behind him did not urge him, and even looked at him. Wen Tian let out a light breath, pulled down his shirt, found a more comfortable position on the soft bedding, and then made a promise to Chu Xiangtian behind him.

The fingers in the sleeves moved, and Chu Xiangtian's eyes fell on Wen Tian, ​​and he saw a large amount of blue and purple bruises on his fair back.

His eyes were slightly condensed, and the charming thoughts immediately dissipated. Wen Tian's injury looked so scary.

"Why is it so powerful?" Wen Tian, ​​who frowned and pressed his protruding shoulder blades lightly, lying face down, trembling, and small goose bumps appeared on his skin. He said vaguely with his face, "I have been like this since I was a child. At the same level of bumps, I always hurt more severely than others." The pain is even more painful than others.

I thought to myself that the young master was so delicate. Chu Xiangtian poured the medicinal wine on his hand and rubbed it warmed it up, then gently pressed it on Wen Tian’s purple part, reminding him: “You have to press the bruises, it hurts a little, so bear it.”

Wen Tian nodded and subconsciously grabbed the quilt with his fingers.

Chu Xiangtian was afraid of hurting him, so he only used three points of his strength when he started. As a result, Wen Tian couldn't help but scream in pain when he pressed.

Shocked by the pain, Chu Xiangtian immediately stopped and said in confusion: "Does it hurt? I haven't tried hard yet."

"It hurts..." Tears rolled down uncontrollably. Wen Tian could not count how many times he cried. He sniffed and asked softly, "You can be gentler."

Chu Xiangtian looked at his white lower lip because of the pain, and carefully pressed and rubbed it with less than 10% of the force.

The bruises on Wen Tian’s back were too serious. They didn’t rub them open. I don’t know how long it would take to wait for it. It was better to have a short pain than long pain. Chu Xiangtian tried his best to control his strength. He did not look at Wen Tian’s reaction, so he slowly rubbed the bruises on him with medicinal wine.

"The boss is really a bully..." Chang Xi lay sneakily on the window and looked in. The candlelight shone out from the window paper. She could vaguely see the tall man half-kneeling on the bed, his palms still moving up and down, and crying sounds from time to time in the room.

Thinking of the beautiful young master, Chang Xi felt a little embarrassed and said to Zhou Chuanqing next to him, "It's not good to do this..."

They were all attracted by Wen Tian's initial cry of pain. Zhou Chuanqing only glanced at him and knew that there was no explosive news. He yawned, "There is nothing wrong. Go back to bed early if you have nothing to do."

The others also scattered, only Chang Xi was still sticking out his butt and trying to look in. After all, he was brought up the mountain. If the boss ruined the person, he would feel a little sad.

After Chu Xiangtian finished applying medicinal wine to Wen Tian, ​​he found the sneaky shadow on the window on his face. He put on Wen Tian's clothes. He walked out the door quietly and saw Chang Xi lying on the window like a bear and staring hard in.

"What are you looking at?"

"I didn't see anything..." Chang Xi waved his hand, and suddenly realized something halfway through the wave, and turned his head in horror, "Old, boss!"

Chu Xiangtian looked at him and remembered the wound on Wen Tian’s back. He immediately looked at him even more disliked and kicked him unceremoniously, "What are you doing sneakily if you don’t sleep at night?"

Chang Xi was resistant to beating with thick skin. He took a step back slightly, pointed inside, and asked with courage: "Is he okay?"

Chu Xiangtian frowned, "What can he do? Just go back to sleep if you have nothing to do."

Chang Xi glanced inside again, there was no trace of the window, and there was no sound. He wanted to ask again, but when he saw Chu Xiangtian's impatient expression, he turned around and walked towards his home.

Chu Xiangtian narrowed his eyes and loosened his clenched fist. If Chang Xi had rubbed it for a while, he would probably have beaten him.

When he returned to the house, Wen Tian had already gotten up, his clothes were neatly worn, but his hair was scattered randomly, and his face and neck were covered with sweat.

I can't sleep like this. Wen Tian didn't want to bother Chu Xiangtian, but his whole body was so sticky that it was really uncomfortable. He could only ask Chu Xiangtian if there was a place to take a bath with shameless face.

"I just sweated and I'm prone to cold when taking a bath." Chu Xiangtian did not agree with his request, but turned around and brought him a basin of hot water, "You'll just wipe it."

It would be fine to wipe it. Wen Tian thanked him and found a cloth tape on the table to tie his hair casually, revealing a delicate and slender neck. His skeleton was slender and his skin was white. At this time, a few scattered black silk was stuck on the neck by sweat, which was set against the purple marks half exposed on his shoulders, like a delicate and fragile jade carving, but accidentally hooked people.

Chu Xiangtian couldn't move his eyes for a moment.

Wen Tian soaked the cloth towel in water and was about to take off his clothes and wipe his body, but found that the person next to him had no intention of leaving. He looked up at Chu Xiangtian and tactfully issued an order to expel the guest, "I'm going to take a shower."

Chu Xiangtian's eyes moved, and after a while, he responded and turned around and left.

After he left, the air in the room seemed to become happy, and the feeling of absent pressure was dissipated. Wen Tian took a relaxed breath, took off his clothes and wiped his body carefully.

After finishing cleaning, Wen Tian lay down tiredly and fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the pillow.

There was an injury on his back, and he slept on his side. The long-lived lock on his neck slid out from the collar. The dim silver lock body emitted a light white light in the darkness, covering him.

Wen Tian slept very heavily, his brows frowned slightly, and he let out a gentle breath.

1. I had a good night's dream, but the next day Wen Tian was awakened by the sound of his speech.

The warm sunshine was lazily spread out, and there were tiny snitches outside the window. Wen Tian muttered vaguely, and was really annoyed by the noise, so he sat up and shouted angrily, "Who is talking?"

The stolen whispers stopped immediately.

Wen Tian also woke up a little while sleepy. He rubbed his sleepy head, unable to tell whether he was dreaming or waking up for a moment.

"Have he heard us speak?" The thief sounded again.

Another slightly steady voice said, "Don't be afraid, he can't hear it."

Wen Tian: "..."

He looked around alertly. There were not many furniture in the room and there was no place to hide people. He put on his clothes and glanced at the bottom of the bed, which was empty under the bed.

The sound continued, "The weather is so warm this year, and I will bloom in half a month."

Wen Tian: "???" is blooming?

He followed the source of the sound and finally looked at the two pots of plants by the window. The pots were planted with two peonies, and one of them had a small bud on the top of the main branch.

Wen Tian looked closer in confusion, and saw the peony with a flower bud swaying slightly. The familiar voice began to speak again, "What's this person doing so close to my flower bud? I'll go to the disciple!!"

Wen Tian: "..."

He looked around in shock, but it was impossible for people to hide in the bare corner of the wall. He was worried that someone would make a prank, so he pushed the window open and looked out, but there was no one outside the window.

Another peony flower shook its leaves and expressed its agreement, "But this person looks so beautiful."

Two voices chatted in a nagging manner. Wen Tian listened to them talking from the warm sun today to the time they were about to bloom a few flowers this year, and he felt dizzy as if he was in a dream.

Why did everything go wrong after sleeping?

Wen Tian rubbed his eyebrows, and mechanically stepped back to the bedside, deceiving himself, lay down in the quilt and closed his eyes.

However, the two thin sounds did not disappear as he wished. Instead, they became more and more excited. The whole plant was shaking slightly. If it were usual, Wen Tian would definitely think it was blown by the wind, but now listening to their chat with his own ears, Wen Tian couldn't even deceive himself.

When he was unlucky, he could even drink cold water to get stuck in his teeth. Wen Tian didn't know whether he had encountered a monster or was infected, but the breath he was holding in his heart made him ignore these uncontrollable factors. He bulged his face and moved the two pots of peonies outside angrily, and then closed the door and window vigorously, isolating the voice of his speech.

Peony was moved outside to bask in the sun, quite happy, "The sun is so warm, how did he know that we want to bask in the sun..."

Wen Tian: "..."

He lay on the bed with a split headache. He couldn't sleep at all. After tossing and turning for a while, he could only sit up depressedly and hammered the quilt with anger.

After venting, Wen Tian pricked his ears and listened to the movements outside. A wall was separated by the sound, and the sound was almost inaudible. After listening hard for a while, Wen Tian ran out to move the flowers into the house.

He squatted in front of Peony, and asked directly: "Are you fairies?"

The peony with buds shook the leaves and asked his companions around him, "Is he talking to us?"

Another peony answered it with a very steady look, "It seems to be."

The peony with flower buds let out a deafening scream, and the leaves swayed, "What should I do?! He actually understands our words. Is he a monster?!"
Chapter completed!