Chapter 71: This young master is so fucking stupid 2
After putting her in the tent, Xia Zihao felt the coldness all over Yu Yuanyuan's body. He put the quilt on her body, but it was not tight enough. He felt it was not enough, so he rushed directly into Wu Lehaotian and Bai Qi's room.
The tent pulled up all their quilts and covered Yu Yuanyuan again.
Looking at the four thick quilts on Yu Yuanyuan's body and her whole body being wrapped tightly, he walked out with satisfaction.
As soon as we walked out, three men were stuck there with severe sleepiness.
"Xia Zihao, you disturb our dreams."
"Seeing sex and forgetting friends"
"If you fight, your hands will be itchy anyway."
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When Yu Yuanyuan woke up, she felt as if she was in a furnace, something seemed to be weighing heavily on her body, she couldn't open her eyes, and her whole body felt paralyzed.
After struggling for a while, he slowly opened his eyes. It seemed that he was a little depressed by his environment. He was stunned for a few seconds before sitting up.
Looking at the quilt on his body, "What's going on?"
The tent was suddenly opened, and Xia Zihao got in, staring at Yu Yuanyuan with big eyes.
Only then did Yu Yuanyuan realize that Xia Zihao's face was stained, the corner of his lip was a little scratched, and the right side of his face was also a little bruised.
She immediately panicked. The young master had never been injured since he was a child. If he knew about it, it would definitely be her responsibility. She didn't care about the cold war between the two of them and asked worriedly: "Master, are you okay?"
What's even weirder is that Xia Zihao's face is not angry, but has a smile on his face
The young master couldn't have been beaten stupidly
"Master?"
"It's okay, it's nothing for a man to be injured like this." Xia Zihao said with a heroic look, "Give me some medicine."
What an inconsistency...
Yu Yuanyuan quickly found yesterday's ointment, pulled Xia Zihao to sit on the bed, dipped her hand in the ointment and gently applied it to his face
Xia Zihao looked at her with that sticky, drowning look again, which made her scalp tingle.
Yesterday, they were still shouting about beating and killing, but now they are like this again. Yu Yuanyuan’s hands are trembling a little.
Xia Zihao glanced at her meaningfully, "Yu Yuanyuan, did you dream last night?"