It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

In the afternoon, the rain was so full that Zhuo Yiqing was afraid that Wen Ai would catch a cold and came over to see his condition.

The person on the bed was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed, and the quilt was so high that most of his face was covered.

Zhuo Yiqing pulled the quilt down and asked Wen Ai to expose his entire face, and gently tapped on the tip of his nose: "If I don't come, you will sleep with your nose all night long. ?"

Wen Ai didn't react at all obediently, a faint pink sleep appeared on his cheeks, and he looked at him like a pink pig.

Zhuo Yiqing touched his forehead and made sure that there was no fever. When he was about to withdraw his hand, one couldn't hold back, and he touched his side face all the way, wrapping the soft cheeks in his palm. , Can't put it down and rub gently.

"Hmm..." Wen Ai tilted his head and rubbed the palm of his face unconsciously. Zhuo Yiqing's heart was tickled. She sat down on the edge of the bed and hugged the person into her arms. Wen Ai leaned softly. On his chest, he slept defenselessly.

Zhuo Yiqing lowered her head and kissed Wen Ai once, between her eyebrows, eyes, cheeks, ears, and finally lingered between her neck. He put his hand into Wen Ai's collar and carefully fumbled on the back of his neck, a piece of smooth and delicate, without slight bulging of fragrance glands.

"A cunning little thing." Zhuo Yiqing's voice was low and hoarse, and she gently grabbed Wen Ai's earlobe with her teeth, "It really hides secrets."

It is possible for Wen Ai to wake up at any time, Zhuo Yiqing did not take any further action, gave him a restrained hug, put him back on the bed, tucked away by the corner.

In the early morning of the next day, a scream of chickens penetrated the entire bamboo house. The Wen Ai person was still in his dream, only feeling that his brain was stabs, and he opened his eyes and awakened instantly.

He stretched out and walked out of the door, and saw Zhuo Yiqing squatting in the yard, holding a big colorful bird under his hand, the big bird with its sharp beak continuously uttered harsh chicken calls, and his body was still dead. Struggling.

Wen Ai rubbed his eyes: "You are..."

"Wake you up?" Zhuo Yiqing quickly tied the big bird's feet together with a thin twine. "This is a pheasant. Most of it was rained down by yesterday's heavy rain and stayed in our wood shed all night. , I saw it when I just went to get firewood to burn."

"It looks like a bird." Wen Ai stared at the pheasant's feathers curiously. "It comes in all colors, and it's too thin."

"How about running fast." Zhuo Yiqing pulled the rope to stand up, the pheasant that was lifted upside down in the air flapped its wings vigorously, "This thing can still fly, and I just let it fly by inadvertently. Coming from the yard, I almost couldn't catch it."

Wen Ai: "I want to touch it."

Zhuo Yiqing squeezed the pheasant's head to prevent it from pecking people: "Touch it."

"It's slippery." Wen Ai stroked the pheasant back and forth a few times before suddenly pausing, "Is this a male or a female?"

Zhuo Yiqing lifted the pheasant's **** up and looked at it simply and roughly: "Mother."

Wen Ai's eyes lit up: "Then raise it! You can lay eggs later!"

Zhuo Yiqing shook his head: "No support."

Wen Ai didn't expect him to refuse so simply, puzzled: "Why?"

Zhuo Yiqing glanced at him: "It will definitely be me who feeds and shovels shit, troublesome."

Wen Ai vowed: "I will help."

Zhuo Yiqing raised her eyebrows: "Okay, then you go out and build a chicken coop first."

Wen Ai stood there thinking for a long time, then said blankly: "How to build?"

"Look, it still fell on me." Zhuo Yiqing was happy, and walked to the kitchen carrying the pheasant. "Want to eat fried or braised?"

"Wait, wait." Wen Ai caught up to him and took his arm. "It's a big deal, I'll help you with other things."

Zhuo Yiqing stopped and turned to look at him: "Do you really want to raise?"

Wen Ai nodded: "Yeah."

"It's not impossible." Zhuo Yiqing grinned at him, "You call me brother, I will keep you fat and fat."

Wen Ai loosened his hand and pulled him: "Why do you keep thinking about this..."

"If you bark, not only this one, but I can also go to the mountain to catch a few for you and raise them together. Then there will be many chicks." Zhuo Yiqing tempted, "How about?"

The pheasant had given up struggling long ago, with his head hanging down. The whole chicken was stunned. Wen Ai looked at its unlovable appearance, pursed his lips, and muttered, "...brother."

Zhuo Yiqing drew his ears: "I didn't hear it, speak louder."

Wen Ai took a deep breath, stood on tiptoe to his ear, clenched his fists in both hands, and yelled out full of breath: "Brother!"

"Hiss——" Zhuo Yiqing was so shocked that he rubbed his ears, crying and laughing, "How can you be so fierce...Okay, I will catch you pheasants in the afternoon."

Zhuo Yiqing temporarily bolted the pheasant into the wood house and turned to Zhang Luo for breakfast.

Wen Ai moved a small bench and sat in the yard, through the open kitchen door, watching Zhuo Yiqing's busy back.

Wen Ai: "System, I think I am at a loss. You said that he is a medicine man and helps me raise a chicken, but he needs to negotiate terms with me?"

The system sent him a dynamic emoticon pack of applause: "It’s hard for you to remember that he is a medicine man. If you don’t know, you think you are the landlord and he is a tenant! Not only does the plot say that he will abolish his martial arts, but also It will be tormented in all kinds of ways, not to mention all kinds of things, even if you have not done it in all ways?"

Wen Ai: "Didn't I take it in one stroke..."

System: "Is someone brought you before? Do you want to finish this mission?"

Wen Ai: "Then I tortured him too. He does so much work every day, and I feel back pain when I look at it!"

system:"……"

Wen Ai: "Anyway, the rules pursue effect rather than process. I am still on the correct plot line so far."

system:"……"

Wen Ai was guilty: "Why don't you speak anymore?"

System: "What else can my small system say? I hope you don't deviate and do it all the way to the end."

After lunch, Zhuo Yiqing changed into a neat set of bunting clothes, filled a small bag of rice, and packed his tools to go up the mountain.

Wen Ai ran over: "I will go too."

Zhuo Yiqing glanced at the bamboo basket in his hand: "The road on the mountain is not easy to walk, what are you going to do?"

Wen Ai: "It rained yesterday, and there must be mushrooms in the soil. I'll pick some back and see how you caught the pheasant by the way."

Zhuo Yiqing put the hemp rope on her shoulder: "Do you know which ones are edible?"

"Don't forget, I'm a doctor." Wen Ai pushed him out the door, "Go, go up the mountain."

Neigu is backed by a mountain that is not big or small, and can climb to the top in an hour.

Yesterday's torrential rain poured the entire mountain through. Everywhere was muddy, wet and slippery, with a deep footprint. It took some time for the two of them to climb halfway up the mountain. Zhuo Yiqing observed the surrounding environment and decided to look around here first. After turning his head to explain to Wen Ai, he got into the waist-high grass.

Zhuo Yiqing went to the pheasant coop, and Wen Ai carried a bamboo basket and looked down for mushrooms. After plenty of rain, many large and small mushroom umbrellas grew up under the roots of many trees. Wen Ai picked a big one and hummed a little song in his mouth.

Wen Ai circled a few old trees, and when he stood up, the basket in his hand was full. He stretched out his arms and stretched out. After waiting for a while, Zhuo Yiqing came back from the grass. .

"Only found a deserted rabbit nest, let's walk up and look." Zhuo Yiqing said, taking out two mushrooms and putting them in the bamboo basket in Wen'ai. "I saw it on the way back, so I picked it up. Come down."

Wen Ai took a look, and immediately slapped Zhuo Yiqing's hand to the ground: "You still ask me if I recognize it, but I picked poisonous mushrooms first."

"Poison?" Zhuo Yiqing patted each other with both hands, "What kind of poison?"

Wen Ai kicked the mushroom on the mud floor with his foot: "This is a sharp mushroom, and it is not poisonous. After eating it, it will fall asleep, and it will fall into deep sleep when it smells the smell. People with insomnia can put it on the pillow ."

A dim light flashed under Zhuo Yiqing's eyes: "I think it looks so earthy and ugly, I thought it could be eaten."

"You'd better find a pheasant nest with peace of mind. Let's divide the labor." Wen Ai paused, and suddenly looked at Zhuo Yiqing, "You didn't pick anything else?"

Zhuo Yiqing curled her lips: "No, just these two."

Wen Ai turned around carrying the basket: "Oh, then let's climb up."

Zhuo Yiqing touched the slightly bulging cloth bag at the waist: "Okay."

The two of them wandered around the mountain for an afternoon, and only returned to the bamboo house at dusk. Zhuo Yiqing locked the three pheasants caught in the wood house together, had dinner with Wen Ai, and then went to the yard to start construction Chicken coop.

The pheasant is too wild, and its wings can fly. The common chicken coop can't be closed. It must be built with a cover on the top.

Wen Ai sat by and watched Zhuo Yiqing tinker with the pile of wooden boards. By the time he went to bed, the rough shape of the chicken coop was already out.

Zhuo Yiqing picked up the dozing Wen Ai and sent it back to the house: "Go to sleep, and get it tomorrow."

"Yeah." Wen Ai squinted his eyes and touched the bed. "Help me blow the candle."

As soon as the voice fell, the room went dark.

Wen Ai was awakened this morning and had tossed for so long in the afternoon. At this moment, he fell asleep on the pillow, completely unaware that the door never made a sound from beginning to end.

Zhuo Yiqing is still in the room.

He walked slowly to the bed, took out a sharp mushroom, put it under Wen Ai's nose and shook it——

Wenyi slept deeper.

Zhuo Yiqing smiled at the corner of her mouth, stroked Wen Ai's face with her hand, and then moved all the way down his neck and flexibly opened his belt.

Wen Ai's body was as delicate as his face. Zhuo Yiqing stroked his chest back and forth. The smooth and delicate touch made Zhuo Yiqing uncontrollably increase his strength, changing from gentle caressing to rude kneading.

Wen Ai was very uncomfortable, and hummed pitifully, his voice soft and waxy.

Zhuo Yiqing's lower abdomen burst into flames, and he straightforwardly took off his shirt and leaned forward to press on it.