Ye Zhao couldn't help raising his hand, his fingertips landed on the two scars on Nie Renyan's chest, and he rubbed it twice, completely different from the normal skin, causing him to frown slightly.

Nie Renyan had just finished drenching the hot water, and the temperature on his body was very high, and Ye Zhao's fingers were too cold, and the moment they touched his chest, he was shocked. His first instinctive reaction was: Not good! Forget that the injury hasn't gone away!

When Ye Zhao's almost cold fingertips rubbed lightly on his scar, Nie Renyan stiffened for a moment, he twitched the corner of his mouth, and thought to himself: "Fuck you, daughter-in-law, don't move your feet with a melancholy face, and do this again. If I touch it, I'll commit a crime, why don't we chat first? =_,=

Of course, he didn't dare to say these words. He picked Ye Zhao's obvious melancholy state to say such words, and he might not even be able to come to the forest for a long time in the future.

Ye Zhao only rubbed it twice, and then withdrew his hand. He lowered his head and was silent for a while, then raised his eyes and asked Nie Renyan, "What's the matter...?"

Nie Renyan wholeheartedly thought that he was only shocked by these scars, so he would have such an abnormality. After all, no matter who it is, seeing a person who is healthy and suddenly injured, will be somewhat unable to react.

"Oh, these, I came across some tough crumbs before, and I didn't handle them properly, so they fell. But that was several months ago, and it's all right now." He tried to make Ye Zhao tense in a teasing tone. His expression relaxed, "Daughter-in-law, don't you think that with a little scar, I'm just overflowing with hormones?!"

Who knew that after hearing his words, Ye Zhao's brows were no longer wrinkled, and his expression was no longer stiff, but became completely expressionless.

He stared at Nie Renyan's eyes for a long time, seeing that Nie Renyan finally realized that something was wrong, and said in his heart: No way! Is it...

A second before Nie Renyan looked at Mao, Ye Zhao withdrew his gaze, and he left a sentence: "After washing, I have something to ask you." Then he turned and left the bathroom.

Seeing that the door was closed again in front of his eyes, Nie Renyan was stunned for a long time, thinking to himself: This is still a P! He quickly grabbed the towel and wiped the cold water droplets on Gān's body three or two times, took the bath towel on the side and put it around his waist before opening the door.

Ye Zhaozheng was sitting on his head with his arms crossed. He frowned in disapproval when he saw him coming out almost full. With his long legs, he got up and walked to the wardrobe. The bathrobe was handed to Nie Renyan.

Taking it over, Nie Renyan tied the belt and watched Ye Zhao sit back on the chair again. Like before, he folded his arms and leaned on the chair's head. His posture was very elegant, but his expression was so serious that Nie Renyan felt a little uneasy.

There was something lying beside Ye Zhao's pillow on his lower back.

Nie Renyan took a closer look, and his heart trembled for a while - the dagger is again!

This is a torture confession!

Nie Renyan subconsciously wrapped the bath towel around his waist a little bit. Don't ask him why he thought of the torture confession. His first reaction was to protect certain parts a little bit.

Ye Zhao raised his chin and motioned for Nie Renyan to sit down. He originally meant the place in front of him, but Nie Renyan nodded and sat down to the end with a stiff face.

Following his gaze, Ye Zhao saw the dagger beside him, he was stunned for a moment, and then looked at someone who only touched a corner of the tail of the tree without a word: "..." Why is it so serious every time Can the atmosphere be disturbed by him and not be serious?

"I just took it here." Ye Zhao's bulging veins on his forehead bulged and calmed down. He saw that Nie Renyan still showed no signs of moving, and added, "It has always been placed here, there is no other meaning."

Nie Renyan breathed a sigh of relief, got up, took a big step, and sat next to Ye Zhao.

Ye Zhao: "……………………"

"Hey, it's not good to use this kind of thing all the time." Nie Renyan took the dagger in his hand while he was not paying attention, lest he accidentally said something wrong later, Ye Zhao regretted using it again.

But the moment the dagger touched the skin of the palm, Nie Renyan felt a strange burning sensation for a moment. His fingertips moved instinctively, and the burning sensation disappeared inexplicably, as if he had just delusional.

He frowned and looked at the dagger in his palm subconsciously, but before he could see the pattern on the scabbard clearly, Ye Zhao's voice rang out: "What is the wound on the body?"

There was no ups and downs in his voice, it sounded less like a question and more like a statement.

Nie Renyan's hand holding the dagger froze for a moment, then raised his head to look at Ye Zhao, his thoughts went back and forth, and finally decided to try it out: "...This is what I did last month..."

"Last month?" Ye Zhao snorted very lightly, interrupting Nie Renyan's words, "Are you still going to go around in circles? Well, I ask, you answer."

"..." Nie Renyan was startled: it seemed that he really knew something.