They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Chapter 207 It's a wolf, not a milk

I leaned to the side and fell asleep, breathing evenly.

Huang Ziliang had only been leaning against the edge for a short while when she fell asleep.

He had mentally prepared himself, and even prepared to be touched inappropriately, but she fell asleep.

Perhaps because of the injury, he has become much more docile in his sleeping position.

She could only move her feet, not her hands. She simply lifted her foot up, revealing most of her snow-white calf, and placed it on Huang Ziliang's lap.

Huang Ziliang didn't dare to move, after all, he knew that the pain made it hard to fall asleep.

But fearing her feet would get cold, he slowly pushed her feet inward.

He had never seriously looked at what Wu Ziyan looked like.

She was asleep at that moment, and only then did she turn to look at that face.

Her fair and smooth features, long eyelashes, and thick eyebrows gave her a touch of heroic spirit.

But more than anything, there was a softness; her lips, which should have been rosy, were now somewhat dry and pale.

He placed his finger on the tip of her nose; she was rather pretty.

But he quickly withdrew his hand. What was he doing? Taking advantage of someone in distress?

After a while, Wu Ziyan frowned deeply.

I don't know if it was a nightmare or if I could feel the pain even in my dream, but I could still make hissing sounds from time to time.

Huang Ziliang propped himself up and gently patted her other shoulder with one hand.

It's like a mother comforting a child, murmuring, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

I don't know if it was this rhythm of patting that made her feel comfortable or what?

Her tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.

They maintained that position for at least an hour, and no one came in yet.

Huang Ziliang also half-closed his eyes, slowed down his movements, and began to doze off.

Wu Ziyan's eyes darted around again, looking like he was about to wake up, and finally he slowly opened his eyes.

I saw Huang Zi was lying on his side, trying to lull her to sleep, but she was also getting drowsy at this point.

She had another mischievous thought in her mind. She wondered what kind of expression Huang Ziliang would make if she played a trick on him.

She took his hand and placed it on her chest; his hand didn't touch anything hard, but something soft.

At this point, my mind gradually cleared, and I realized that my hand had moved.

He actually touched that place he shouldn't have.

Her skin was as white and smooth as jade, almost dazzling.

He immediately closed his eyes and withdrew his hand, realizing that Wu Ziyan was teasing him.

"How was it? Was it easy to shoot? How did it feel?"

"Miss, please take care of your health."

"Stop talking nonsense and answer me."

"Soft."

"And yours, can I touch it?"

Huang Ziliang immediately stood up from the bedside, while Wu Ziyan looked somewhat aggrieved.

She looked at him and asked him a question, but didn't immediately take action.

"Miss, no, you know I... I can't."

"How can a man say he can't do it? Come here and let me see, then I'll know if you can or not."

"Miss, please don't tease me."

"Alright, alright, I'm not teasing you anymore. Now, could you pour me a glass of water? I'm a little thirsty."

Huang Ziliang actually believed her and poured her water from the kettle.

They then used a pillow to elevate her so she wouldn't choke when drinking water.

But as soon as he brought the water glass to Wu Ziyan, she hooked her other arm around her shoulder.

The water splashed onto her chest, but thankfully it didn't get on her wound bandages.

He could have easily broken free and shaken Wu Ziyan off, but he was afraid of aggravating her wounds.

They stared at each other, but Huang Ziliang's eyes didn't hold the tenderness and longing that Han Yuxiu had; instead, they held an unfathomable depth.

"Oh dear, the water's all spilled. Can you help me wipe it up?"

Huang Ziliang took a handkerchief and wiped her chest.

Her hand covered his, causing his hand to stop, and he dared not move it up or down.

"Ziliang, listen to my heart, it's beating so fast, what's wrong?"

"Because the young lady has just woken up, her blood is flowing back to her, so her heart is beating faster."

"Then why do you think I'm blushing?"

"Because Miss is slowly recovering."

"Then why is your face blushing, Ziliang?"

"Ziliang thought the young lady was beautiful and was delighted with her."

Wu Ziyan thought she had misheard something.

Huang Ziliang thought she was pretty and felt happy about it.

To be honest, she was a little unaccustomed to this sudden turn of events.

But since we've come this far, it feels like something's missing if we don't say it.

"Ziliang, do you want to kiss me and see? I will never make the first move. If you feel uncomfortable, just let go."

Huang Ziliang swallowed hard; he didn't really have a concept of kissing.

If there were any, they would only be disgusting memories, of messy kisses falling on his body.

Like scars, they burned him.

But the person in front of her had pure eyes and a simple mind, even though she had just been intimate with someone else.

She never considered that he was a replacement for anyone; in her eyes, he was just herself.

He stared into her eyes and asked, "Miss, is Ziliang really okay with it too?"

"I'll wait for you to get over this hurdle."

His hand gripped Wu Ziyan's chin, his thumb stroking her lips.

It made her really curious; she hadn't expected Huang Ziliang to be so skilled.

With his head slightly tilted and eyes closed, his cool lips gently touched Wu Ziyan's lips.

I didn't seem to feel much, just physical contact.

But instead of the nausea he had imagined, he tried to go further, releasing her chin.

Slowly, I explored her from her jawline to the back of her head, gently cupping her hands and running my fingers through her hair.

He tentatively probed with the tip of his tongue, but Wu Ziyan did not respond; she was now in a completely passive state.

It's not that I don't want to, but that I don't dare.

If you do anything too extreme that makes him feel nauseous, that would be bad.

Seeing no response, he continued to explore inside, his pearly teeth slightly parted as he gently touched it.

Honestly, there was no physiological aversion, and of course, I didn't feel much either.

He felt no tingling sensation, not even a tingling sensation reaching the top of his head.

He slowly released her head, his eyes still clear.

It seemed like it was just ordinary lip-to-lip communication, without any emotion.

"Are you alright, Ziliang?"

"Miss, there's something sweet in your mouth."

Is this a serious summary? It made Wu Ziyan blush and her ears burn.

She wanted to find something to cover herself up, but after thinking about it, she could only bury her face in Huang Ziliang's chest: "Don't look at me."

"Why, miss, you are beautiful."

Alright, alright, she understands now. This Huang Ziliang is a wolf too, not a milk at all.

He was even touching her head. She was the one teasing Huang Ziliang, so how did she end up making her feel so ashamed?

"Alright, Miss, Mr. Lingchuan should be almost done with his work. I'll go and call him to come and take care of you."

Wu Ziyan shook her head against his chest; her face was burning hot.

She didn't even dare to look at Huang Ziliang's face, which seemed to say nothing had happened.