Chapter 65: The Opposite Boxing Coach

Chang Ning's face became ugly, he covered his abdomen with his hands, and frowned: "Stomach hurts..."

It was very painful, and the viscera in the abdomen seemed to be mixed together. Zhou Mian made a decision and carried Chang Ning into the bathroom at home: "Induce vomiting first!"

"Okay." Chang Ning nodded.

Chang Ning thought that his actions would be rough, making himself cry and scream in pain, but when fingers with broad knuckles were inserted into his mouth, pressed his tongue, fiddled with his throat, and kneaded the soft flesh, his movements were gentle instead.

The saliva flowed out from Zhou Lan's fingers, Chang Ning squinted at the man beside him, he looked really fierce and vigorous, but the movement of inducing vomiting was extremely gentle, holding down his finger and pulling it slightly, motioning him to pull it out.

"I can't spit it out." Chang Ning raised his head slightly, blushing and looking at the two fingers soaked in saliva, dripping with saliva, and the owner of the fingers is frowning at the moment, his undulating chest muscles are strong, and the light above his head is coming down, the whole personHe was tall and strong, and the ferocious male hormone breath rushed towards his face, but the man coaxed him in a low voice: "It's okay, if you can't vomit, don't vomit, I'll take you to the hospital."

Zhou Wei grabbed a blanket and wrapped it tightly around Chang Ning's body, fearing that Chang Ning's smell of alcohol that had not dissipated would make him even more disgusting, so he covered Chang Ning's face.

Chang Ning kicked his feet, but to no avail.

When Chang Ning was sent to the hospital for treatment, his symptoms were much lighter. The doctor prescribed medicine and arranged for water suspension.

Last time, Xie Yuan should have been harmed by Fu Shui, Chang Ning thought in a daze, his complexion was not very good, but his spirit was not bad.

In the middle of the night, the corridor of the hospital was quiet. Chang Ning sat on the needle-hanging chair in the corridor, dripping water dripping down. Chang Ning smelled the smell of red wine on Zhou Lan's body, blushing, and felt that the smell of wine was not unpleasant for the first time.

"Thank you..." Chang Ning thanked him.

Zhou Mourn stretched out his hand to rub his hair, but didn't speak.

At this moment, System 68 is apologizing to Chang Ning: "I'm sorry, host, I should remind you in time."

"Knowing that you have a high degree of perception and will be misled by the original setting, I still encourage you to drink the talisman water." Even the system itself drank it.

Fortunately, didn't give Zhou Mouth a drink...Chang Ning didn't have the strength to communicate with it, so he closed his eyes and rested on Zhou Mouth's shoulder.

Early in the morning, a patient left the hospital to vacate the bed, so Chang Ning moved in and continued to sleep.

Waking up near noon, Chang Ning was almost embraced by someone, half of his face was covered by the quilt.

This is a single room, Chang Ning listened to the outside voice with bated breath, Zhou Lan's palm rested on his waist, the hot skin temperature passed over, making Chang Ning's face a little blush.

"Don't get so close." Chang Ning raised his knees to push him away, but Zhou Miao was clearly awake and on guard, and suddenly opened his eyes.

The two legs crossed each other, Zhou Cang seemed to be greatly stimulated, his pupils shrank slightly, he took a breath, and then his expression turned hard, his left leg squeezed between Chang Ning's legs, rubbing against the white and tender flesh between his legs.

Chang Ning was wearing summer loose trousers, the fabric was soft, Zhou Lan's palm gently held his leg from the trouser leg: "Xiao Ning...is he better? Is there any bruise on the place where your brother kicked you last night?"?”

The man's breathing was heavy, and the palms of his hands were very hot. The place where they touched was wet with sweat within a minute.

"I don't know, it hurts a little when you pinch it." Chang Ning shrank his legs, and the sensitive soft flesh was held.

System 68 said cautiously: "Well, after you fell asleep last night, he asked you a few questions."

Chang Ning felt like facing an enemy: "Did I answer?"

System 68 recounted what happened last night to him, and Zhou Wan asked what the glass of gray water was, why Chang Ning let him drink it at first, but then snatched it away and refused to allow him to drink it, and why Xie Yuan was always prevented from meeting Zhou Lan.

Chang Ning fell asleep and answered these questions vaguely.

Fu Huishui, afraid that Zhou Tong would drink up his stomach, because he was worried that Xie Yuan and Zhou Tong would be together.

"Finally, he asked if you heard about him chasing you."

I can't answer it myself, Chang Ning's eyes widened, and he was surprised in his heart, it's terrible!

System 68 picked up the little notebook he had kept, and carefully read it a few times: "You still said he is a hooligan, but he is much better than others, and you still like him a lot."

System 68 coughed: "But it seems that his understanding of liking may be somewhat different from what you said."

After asking this series of questions, it's like a weak and incompetent brother who likes the neighbors, and he doesn't hesitate to cast spells on people, wanting to touch the Qingsi of his sweetheart.Timid and cowardly, when he saw his younger brother who was daringly courting him, he felt envious, and in his heart he deceived his sweetheart and younger brother not to get too close.

System 68 said softly, "You slept too soundly, I didn't wake you up."

Chang Ning felt that his heartbeat was about to explode.He raised his hand to cover the lower half of his face, his lips pursed.

What did you say yourself?

System 68 whispered; "Host, do you still remember our mission? It's to restore the relationship with Xie Yuan. If Zhou Lan likes you, he will hate you to death!"

Chang Ning froze for a moment, it seemed like this.

But now it's not something I can control.

Zhou Wei pursed his lips and took a deep breath, restraining the impulse in his heart, the soft leg flesh under his palm almost drove him crazy.

He straightened his body, the quilt slipped from his broad back, and his bent arm wrapped around Chang Ning's left leg.

"Xiao Ning, let me see your legs."