"Which one?" Yan Gui continued to ask relentlessly.
Wei Yang lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on Yan Gui's hand. The large bronze hand held a touch of white, which was indescribably ambiguous and confusing. She shrank back, but instead of pulling back, Yan Gui held it tighter.
She couldn't help but said coquettishly: "It's really okay, just like this."
Yan Gui said nothing, just stared at her, seeing how cautious and nervous she was.
He is not Konggu. If she says it's okay, Konggu will believe it, but he won't believe it.
Finally unable to resist Yan Gui's gaze, the other little foot timidly stretched out from the quilt. Yan Gui lowered his eyes and saw an area of redness and swelling that seemed to be about to break.
Yan Gui put down one foot and held the other one, saying in a hoarse voice: "No medicine applied?"
"No need to apply medicine, it's just a little red, it will be gone after a good night's sleep..." Wei Yang said hastily, fearing that he would punish Kong Gu. Before she could finish her words, she was shocked by Yan Gui's actions and could not say the rest.
Yan Gui in front of him lowered his head, brought her little feet in front of him, put his lips close to them, and kissed them lightly.
The warm breath blew over her, and a tingling sensation spread from Weiyang's feet, quickly spreading to her entire body. Her limbs and bones were struck by lightning, and in an instant they rushed straight to her head. It exploded like fireworks, shaking her slightly.
Yan Gui seemed to notice her strangeness and paused. Just when Wei Yang thought he was going to let go, he stretched out his tongue and gently licked the red and swollen area, over and over again.
Wei Yang tried desperately to pull back her feet. With a force, she pulled her feet back. Yan Gui, who was bent over, couldn't help but fall on her. She knew he did it on purpose. What a coincidence? He just happened to press her tightly under him, face to face.
Wei Yang, who originally wanted to struggle and push him away, suddenly changed her mind. She took the initiative to reach out and put her arms around Yan Gui's neck, pressing him closer. She opened her red lips slightly and kissed Yan Gui on the lips. Before he could react, she extended her tongue and imitated Yan Gui's actions just now, repeatedly, back and forth, brushing against Yan Gui's lips.
She actually repeated exactly what Yan Gui had just done!
When she stopped, Yan Gui propped himself up and half leaned over to look at the little girl under him, his expression a little stiff.
Wei Yang pursed her lips, smiled tenderly, and said in a soft voice: "Uncle, is it sweet?"
Her voice was soft, sweet and innocent, with a hint of coquettishness and provocation, but because of her nervousness, there was a slight tremor that she didn't even notice.
Yan Gui lowered his head and leaned close to Wei Yang's cheek. Gradually approaching, he noticed that the little body under him shrank slightly, and couldn't help but chuckle. The laughter came with Yan Gui's breath, and it seemed that he was about to get close to her.
Wei Yang tilted her head and said in disgust, "It stinks."
His tall body immediately stiffened. Stinky? He had clearly washed himself clean when he came, how could he smell
Yan Gui looked at Wei Yang suspiciously, but still stood up and got out of bed.
His little girl actually disliked that he smelled bad.
It’s not that Yan Gui hasn’t smelled bad before. When he was fighting the enemy, he didn’t take a bath or wash his face for more than ten days and nights. His hair became clumpy and his body was itchy all over. It was a common occurrence.
As long as he was not fighting or in the army, no matter how cold the winter was, Yan Gui would wash himself clean. Unlike his four brothers, they were often chased and beaten by their sisters-in-law, who asked them to wash their feet and change their clothes.
Yan Gui felt that he was cleaner than most men.