I'm badly injured, but I'm number one

Chapter 363 Changing clothes

Yan Ping sat up from the bed, his fingers touched something hard, he tilted his head slightly, and the quilt fell off his body.

He looked in the direction of his fingertips and fell into deep thought.

"Did you let it go?"

Wen Ye had already restrained his previous overly complicated expression, as if nothing had happened before.

He took a cloak with a fur collar from the side, put it on Yan Ping, and responded softly.

"Ah."

Yan Ping glanced at Wen Ye.

He asked when he would have something like this around him.

Except for Shen Pingan, everyone else in the Demon Realm was too busy trying to hide from him, so how could they possibly show up here on their own initiative?

The fact that he woke up and appeared in the house this time was probably related to Shen Pingan.

Yan Ping ignored the invisible resistance in the air, lifted the quilt and tried to get out of bed.

When Wen Ye saw this scene, his heart suddenly tightened. He grabbed Yan Ping's arm and his voice became a line, suppressing the barely noticeable tension.

"Yan Ping, where do you want to go?"

Yan Ping's eyes were not on Wen Ye at first, but when he noticed his hidden nervousness, he shifted his attention to Wen Ye, with a thoughtful look in his blue pupils.

"Wake up, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Ye breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his hand slightly.

"I'm fine, just wanted to ask."

Wen Ye didn't dare to say more. Yan Ping's memory could not be restored, and he was not sure what Yan Ping still remembered.

Yan Ping looked at the little expression on Wen Ye's face, a hint of thoughtfulness appeared in his eyes, but he didn't say much.

Wen Ye took out a new set of clothes and handed it to Yan Ping, "Senior, please wear this one. It's more comfortable."

Yan Ping listened to his ever-changing way of addressing him, and suddenly a sense of interest arose in his heart.

When I'm nervous, I just call him by his name. When I'm not nervous, I'll just call him senior.

Yan Ping originally wanted to get up and go to the main hall to see what had happened recently, but at this moment, he became lazy instead.

"You put it on for me."

As he spoke, he stood up and stood beside the bed, opening his hands lazily, as if allowing Wen Ye to do what he wanted.

Wen Ye was stunned for a moment, and his hands holding the clothes clenched suddenly.

He did change Yan Ping's clothes himself and had seen him in many places, but Yan Ping was unconscious at that time.

Changing clothes while awake like this would inevitably touch many places, Yan Ping...

There was a hint of blush on Wen Ye's pale face.

Yan Ping found it interesting. He tilted his head and deliberately made his eyes look colder.

"you are not willing?"

Wen Ye thought he had misunderstood and shook his head immediately. The strands of hair on his forehead swayed from side to side, and the blush on his face spread further.

He didn't hesitate at all.

"No."

Yan Ping's eyes were filled with more interest. He raised his chin and said, "Then let's change."

The distance between them was already very close, and Wen Ye only took two steps and stood in front of Yan Ping.

Yan Ping was clean and had no extra smell.

Wen Ye felt as if he had difficulty breathing. He raised his hand and placed it on the white inner garment. His fingertips seemed to be particularly sensitive and could feel the remaining warmth on Yan Ping's body.

He had clearly changed Yan Ping's clothes many times before, but never once had he undone the laces on his clothes when Yan Ping was awake.

A strange feeling of excitement rose from the bottom of his heart.

He didn't dare to look at Yan Ping for too long, all his attention was on Yan Ping's laces, and he pulled them open with a light pull of his fingertips.

The two were very close to each other. Wen Ye stood very straight. Even though he was still a teenager, he was slightly taller than Yan Ping.

Yan Ping originally saw that the young man in front of him seemed to be in a bad mood, and he had some bad taste in his stomach and wanted to tease him.

But now, he looked at the person who was only two feet away from him, and felt the subtle warmth brought by Shen Ping'an's breathing.

He felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

This feeling was a bit strange. After thinking about it for a while, Yan Ping didn't care about it. Instead, he held his breath and continued to observe Shen Pingan.

The laces of his inner shirt were untied, and he watched Shen Ping'an raise his hand and gently pull open his inner shirt from his collar, inevitably touching his body in the process.

After getting out of bed, the original warm feeling is fading away, and the cold touch returns to my body.

He felt that Shen Ping'an's fingertips were like hot magma, with a slight burning sensation.

When it touched his skin, it was like a warm bonfire on the snowy field, causing his body to shiver unconsciously.

Wen Ye looked at Yan Ping's pale and thin body and suddenly trembled. He was stunned for a moment and then reacted.

He put aside all the romantic thoughts in his mind and quickly put new underwear on Yan Ping.

"It won't be cold soon, Senior."

Yan Ping's expression was a little subtle. He glanced at Wen Ye and raised his hand in cooperation.

The feeling just now was a bit strange, but he was sure that his reaction was not cold.

He let his fingers hang down at one side and rubbed them, but still said nothing, allowing Wen Ye to continue changing his clothes.

After changing the inner clothes, it’s time to change the outer clothes.

Although Wen Ye was nominally Yan Ping's attendant, he had never done any service.

After changing into a complete set of clothes, Wen Ye felt warm all over.

When he looked up again, Yan Ping's hair was still inside his clothes.

He paused for a moment, then walked around behind Yan Ping, raised his hand and gently placed it on Yan Ping's neck. The touch was delicate and cool, and he could even slightly feel the pulse on the side of Yan Ping's neck.

Wen Ye didn't think much about it, but just gently fished it out to avoid hurting Yan Ping's hair.

He didn't notice at all that Yan Ping's body had become a little stiff.

It was difficult for Yan Ping to describe how he felt at that moment.

Especially the feeling of a pair of dry, warm hands sliding across his neck, and his vital parts being so close.

He felt an itchy sensation, as if it had reached his heart, and there was also a tingling sensation on his scalp that made his body unconsciously tense.

There is also a feeling of not wanting to be touched.

But among these feelings, the only thing missing was the intention to kill.

Yan Ping waited almost stiffly for Wen Ye to pull his hair out, and then he relaxed a little.

When the subtle touch faded away, Yan Ping raised his eyes which had been staring at the ground.

Failed.

You shouldn't tease Shen Pingan like this.

Two warm bells were stuffed into the palms of his hands, accompanied by Wen Ye's questions.

"Senior, are you still cold?"

Yan Ping finally came back to his senses. He looked up at Shen Pingan beside him. There was a hint of annoyance and concern in Shen Pingan's dark eyes.

Yan Ping knew that Wen Ye had misunderstood just now, but he didn't want to explain.

Mainly, it's just too weird.

Yan Ping shook his head, sat aside and changed the subject.

"Braid my hair."

He really liked the hair that Shen Pingan braided for him last time. It was convenient.

Wen Ye was stunned again, and a sense of joy suddenly rose in his heart.

But he didn't show it. He came behind Yan Ping, took out a comb, and slowly combed Yan Ping's hair.

He felt that Yan Ping was a little strange after waking up this time. Although Yan Ping had been very close to him before, Yan Ping would only let him get close to him very rarely.

It won't be like today.

Wen Ye's lips were slightly pursed, but still curled up uncontrollably.

My mood, which had been depressed for a long time due to mental problems, finally became cheerful at this moment.

It was like the dark clouds that had lingered in his heart for so long finally cleared away and let him see the sunshine.

Yan Ping sensed the mood change of the young man behind him, and he seemed to be a little happier.

The corners of his mouth also curled up slightly.

The people he supports should be happy. They are already sick and cannot be provoked.

I don't know what's going on in that mind all day long.