Be Good Chapter 1291: Will not support you to lie down

This pair of black boots made her brother angry with her for a long time, so Yuan Changhuan remembered it very clearly.

Yuan Changhuan looked at him, "Answer me?"

"Aren't you shy when you touch my feet like this?"

"I haven't been touched by anyone yet." Long Quyuan's robe slipped to the ground, wiped the two blood blisters on his ankles, and replied with a smile.

Seeing that he could still smile so nonchalantly, Yuan Changhuan pursed his red lips, his face tensed.

Looking at her complexion, Long Quyuan restrained himself a bit, "Don't be angry, I don't hurt."

"I said it hurts just now, but now I say it doesn't hurt. How can such two big blisters not hurt?" Yuan Changhuan finally said, "Is there a needle? It needs to be pierced."

She also didn't care about how his two bubbles came about, so she dealt with it first.

Seeing her suppressing her panic, Long Quyuan was very satisfied, and lifted his chin lightly, "It's on the table."

Yuan Changhuan discovered that at some point, acupuncture needle packs appeared on the table, neatly arranged on one side.

Finding a suitable golden needle, he took out the gauze from the drawer and carefully popped the red blood bubbles.

Wrap it with gauze.

After the dressing was done, Yuan Changhuan suddenly thought why she was so nice to Long Quyuan, and she was not his wife.

Stand up suddenly, let go of the hand holding Long Quyuan's ankle.

"Boom."

With a bang, Long Quyuan's feet were thrown by her on the side of the couch, making a crashing sound.

Looking helplessly at the place where he had bandaged up, there was a faint color of blood.

Yuan Changhuan immediately grabbed him again and put him on the soft couch, "Are you a fool, can't hold on?"

He just had a blood blister, not a broken leg.

Long Quyuan looked at her innocently, "I don't know that you want to let go."

"Excuse." Yuan Changhuan curled his lips in disgust, "Who knows if you're a fan of porcelain."

Wants to hold her accountable.

Yuan Changhuan thought of this possibility, and immediately sat away, pinching his chin with his fingers, and squinting at him, "Now tell me, how did you get on your heels?"

Why does it blister.

And still in that kind of place.

Long Quyuan did not speak.

Yuan Changhuan's eyes fell on the black brocade boots he swept under the soft couch.

Response, "Is it the problem with this pair of shoes?"

While speaking, he picked up the pair of shoes and put them under his eyelids to see clearly.

But was blocked by Long Quyuan, "No, don't read it."

When did Long Quyuan have such a guilty look, Yuan Changhuan pressed his hand forcefully, "Lie down!"

Long Quyuan, who was pushed down on the soft couch, lay down.

As if he was afraid that he would **** it first, Yuan Changhuan pinched his black boots and looked to the other side.

This pair of boots is still the one she gave him before.

"Since it doesn't fit your feet, why do you still wear it?" Looking at the deformed part of the boots, Yuan Changhuan squeezed them, knowing it clearly.

Looking at her holding the boots he wore and standing in front of him, Long Quyuan's eyes were half closed, as if he was tired and didn't want to talk.

"Say it!"

Yuan Changhuan gritted his teeth and stared at him, "Why?"

Quite a while.

Long Quyuan seemed to be afraid of her getting angry, his thin lips parted slightly, and his tone was low, "I never wear shoes, I'm just not used to it."

"Since you're not used to it, why do you have to wear it for so long." Yuan Changhuan looked at him like he was a fool.

Before she thought that Long Quyuan was an ordinary person, and when she saw him barefoot, she felt sorry for him and gave him a pair of shoes.