"Brother." Ye Zijin called sweetly, with a pair of sweet little pear dimples showing at the corners of his mouth. Yan Jue breathed a sigh of relief. At least the little ancestor didn't cry anymore. He wiped the sweat on his forehead. , No matter how hard I work, as long as I can't see this little ancestor cry, no matter how tired I am, I feel it's worth it.
"Brother, are you tired?" Ye Zijin said, looking at Yan Jue's sweating profusely. The weather was not very hot, but Yan Jue was still breathing heavily. He rolled up his sleeves and wiped Yan Jue's forehead. Sweat on.
"Brother, I'm not tired. Come on, little Jin'er, sit a little closer. Brother will give little Jin'er some medicine." Yan Jue put the medicine box on the small table and turned around and said to Ye Zijin.
Ye Zijin sat down obediently. Ye Zijin's skin was very tender, and it was as if a purple flower had been added to her fair skin. Yan Jue gasped in distress. No wonder Ye Zijin cried. She was indeed It hurts.
"Does it still hurt?" He felt his body shaking slightly, like a thin piece of paper. Yan Jue was really afraid that the paper figure in front of him would break into pieces in the next moment.
"It doesn't hurt." Ye Zijin took a breath and said, then looked away, not looking at Yan Jue. How could Yan Jue not understand Ye Zijin? His eyes were probably still watery now and he was worried that he would feel uncomfortable if he saw it.
"Do you dare to move around on the broad tree next time?" Yan Jue said, but the movements of his hands were a little lighter.
Ye Zijin shook his head, obedient like a little white cat, exposing his soft belly for his master to play with. From being drunk yesterday to today, Ye Zijin has been really good.
Being good made Yan Jue feel even softer, like a ball of marshmallows, soft and sweet, surrounding his taste buds.
However, Yan Jue soon discovered that something was wrong with Ye Zijin. Ye Zijin’s obsidian eyes had now turned into emerald green gems, like a pool of water in early spring, and like a willow tree swaying in the spring breeze. It was particularly charming. , still the same feeling of water, just like when I first met him, it has never changed.
But such a sudden change made Yan Jue tremble in his heart. How could the color of his eyes change? It would become the same as in the previous life. How could this be possible? Although Yan Jue's heart was already turbulent, but his face was... Didn't show it.
He was obviously absent-minded, and Ye Zijin felt it immediately. He didn't understand why Yan Jue was in a good mood just now, but now he was depressed again. Although Yan Jue smiled by himself, the smile Ye Zijin knew Yan Jue had when he was happy was definitely not the same. In this way, Yan Jue seemed to be hiding something from him.
"Yan Jue, Yan Jue, are you unhappy?" Ye Zijin looked at Yan Jue and said. He carefully observed the expression on Yan Jue's face with his eyes, for fear that he would miss something.
"What are you doing? How can I be unhappy? If I am unhappy, I will be angry because of you, my little ancestor. Look, I only blinked and you got yourself covered with injuries. Brother, I feel sorry for you, it’s uncomfortable, I can’t do it.” Yan Jue said angrily.
"Okay, okay, if brother is really worried about me, he can stay with me for the rest of his life, so he doesn't have to be afraid." Ye Zijin said ghostly.
Yan Jue looked at Ye Zijin's green eyes, his eyes darkened, he covered it up and continued to play with Ye Zijin. It's just that the leaves suddenly
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