Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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Chapter 17

Xue Yu had never encountered such a scene before. He was so embarrassed that his ears turned red, and his hands that were holding the man's collar were shaking. He even forgot to ask why Xie Qingyun, who was supposed to be in the hospital, suddenly appeared here.

"How, how did you..." Not only was his mouth kissed so thoroughly, but even his voice was made hoarse.

Xie Qingyun's eyebrows raised, his black eyes were as cold as the cold spring water in an ice cellar, he clenched his five fingers because of the sound, the only two thoughts that flashed through his mind were.

Fu Yang used to go out early and come back late for fear that seeing Pei Xueyu too much would shorten his life. What's wrong with him now?

Second, Xue Yu seemed to be panting heavily. He was so delicate that his lips were red. How long did they kiss?

If he doesn't come back, will they continue to kiss?

Xie Qingyun suppressed the brutality in his eyes, walked up to Xue Yu, patted his back to help him breathe, and frowned when he saw him panting so hard: "...You can't breathe?"

Xue Yu's face was pale, and it was easy for other colors to appear on it. His cheeks and the area under his eyes were a little red, and his chin was full of water, but he didn't bother to wipe it. He kept breathing in and out air, as if he had been holding it in for a long time.

He really didn't catch his breath. Fu Yang was so fierce that he almost devoured him dry. He was not good at this kind of thing.

Xue Yu let Xie Qingyun pat him, took a few breaths to calm down a little, and said to him: "You'd better come up with a reasonable reason so that I can accept your discharge at this time."

Xie Qingyun lowered his eyes, his face stern, but his movements of patting the soft skin were very light: "After you left, the nurse came for a routine check-up. She said that I was recovering well and could be considered for early discharge."

"Really?" Xue Yu asked suspiciously.

There are both good and bad consequences of being kissed until the brain feels dizzy. Xie Qingyun couldn't really explain the bad ones, but the good thing was that after asking this question, Xue Yu didn't dig into the matter.

He glanced at the face that was rubbed deep red by the man without knowing how hard he was doing, and then he moved his eyes to meet the gaze next to him that could not be ignored.

Fu Yang looked at him indifferently, took out a piece of paper to help Xue Yu wipe his chin. He was like a large dog who knew he had made his owner angry and was wagging his tail to please and admit his mistake. Xue Yu didn't even need to show any strength, he would do it immediately no matter what he said.

Xie Qingyun covered his eyes and suddenly asked, "How many times did you kiss him while I was away?"

Xue Yu: “…………”

He was asked this question twice today, in different occasions but in the same context.

His lips were still so swollen that he couldn't close them. Xue Yu pushed the hand away from his back and tried to pretend he didn't hear anything.

Xie Qingyun seemed to be surprisingly interested in this question. Seeing that Xue Yu did not answer, he guessed, "Nine times? Ten times? Or double it on this basis."

"Just once!" Xue Yu couldn't bear to listen any longer, and interrupted quickly, stammering.

He's sick... He's going to die after being kissed so many times.