"Cross" lowered her neckline, and Bo Qichen looked at her near the left collarbone, where there was a black cross.
Raising his hand, Bo Qichen's index finger gently touched the cross, his eyes were focused, and his voice was a little light: "Why do you want to tattoo the cross."
Warm fingertips rubbed back and forth against his collarbone.
Everyone has a sensitive part, and the sensitive part of Yan Qi is the collarbone.
Fortunately, it was not an incandescent lamp, so that under the dim light, Bo Qichen couldn't see Yan Yanqi's pink cheeks.
It seems that the position of Bo Qichen's subordinates, the fair skin is also pink, which makes people look even more breathing disordered.
After rubbing for a long time, Bo Qichen was more sure that this was really a tattoo.
Yan Yanqi raised his eyes, and met Bo Qichen's deep black eyes, looking at her without blinking, as if waiting for her to speak.
Yan Yanqi coughed lightly uncomfortably and spoke: "When I was in school, I secretly got a tattoo on the non-mainstream."
Of course, this is all nonsense Bo Qichen didn't care about the truth of her words, and as she coughed just now, the collarbones under her hands moved.
Suddenly, his dark eyes narrowed, and the emotions in his eyes were very complicated.
"You've got another wrist injury."
Withdrawing his hand, Bo Qichen could smell a fragrance around him, the smell of shower gel, and a touch of blood.
Yan Yanqi suddenly came back to his senses, "Ah" Glancing at the white gauze that was covered by her sleeves, she had just changed the gauze herself, and it seemed a bit serious.
Looking down, Yan Yanqi's hand was spread out, and there was a band-aid attached to the palm of his hand, seeing this, Bo Qichen frowned, "What's wrong with the left hand." ” "When I cut the rope, I accidentally cut it, a small hole."
Yan Yanqi touched his hair and pouted.
Bo Qichen's face sank, and he said with some displeasure: "Since you came to Hall 7, you have a bunch of wounds on your body."
"Eh" Yanqi blinked and was a little speechless, as if it was like this.
However, he is also very helpless, what can he do, who usually wants to be injured.
"From today onwards, if you have one more wound on your body, I will throw you to Antarctica."
Yan 7: "The domineering president has been launched.
Suddenly, the atmosphere quieted down, and Bo Qichen turned his gaze and stared at a certain place motionless.
Yan Yanqi looked at him strangely, and then seemed to remember something.
"Seventh Master, you haven't eaten for two days, the porridge I just boiled, you can drink a little and rest."
Yan Yanqi picked up a bowl of porridge, and then came to him, looking at someone expectantly.
"What did you do" Bo Qichen looked at her in surprise, his dark eyes drooped, looking at the bowl she was holding in her hand.
It seems that the porridge inside is still steaming "Ang" Yanqi pouted, she really didn't know how to cook, so she was only responsible for turning on the fire and went upstairs to take a shower.
So if she did it, she would still be a little weak-hearted.
Seeing that she wanted to speak and stopped, Bo Qichen probably guessed it.
"I can't cook, it's a bug.
I washed the rice and lit the fire, and the rest was like, "Well, it's all in plain sight."
A touch of warmth crossed Bo Qichen's eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
"Feed me."
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