Starry Sky Railway: The Fishing Sword Master is kept by Fu Xuan

The old man was very tired.

"I just didn't wake up yet, it's nothing."

Fu Xuan took a sip from the cup, and then quickly frowned.

"Hot~"

"Is it still hot? It's really a kitten's tongue... Come, let me blow it for you."

Yu Chen hugged her from behind, gently massaging her belly, and blew air into the cup.

"Huh~"

Fu Xuan's little face was gently scraped by the air he blew, and it didn't cool down but became hotter.

She looked at the face so close, and suddenly found that there was a layer of black stubble on the perfect jawline.

She gently let go of one hand and touched it. It was hard and a little itchy, which was a wonderful feeling.

Beard! Amazing, she doesn't have one!

"Do you want to shave it?"

Fu Xuan tilted her face up and played with his chin, always thinking that the tingling touch was very interesting.

Yu Chen stopped blowing, and suddenly lowered his head and rubbed her face with his chin.

"Mmm...! It hurts!"

Fu Xuan instantly frowned and struggled, and the cup in her hand was unstable for a while. Fortunately, Yu Chen reached out and put it back on the table in time, so as not to stage a wet temptation.

"Didn't you have fun just now?"

Yu Chen happily let her go. There was no way, she was too cute, and she was still struggling in his arms like this, which was a bit embarrassing.

"No...!"

Fu Xuan glared at him and touched her delicate face that had just been rubbed hard. She now seriously suspected that there were a few more red marks on her face.

Yu Chen looked at her with a smile, "If you like, I can keep it longer~"

Fu Xuan's mind suddenly appeared the scene when she first met him...

"Don't be a decadent uncle, just shave it off!"

She made up her mind instantly. Although that look was quite attractive, it was still better now!

Fu Xuan glanced at Yu Chen again, and then nodded in approval.

"I'm going to be sad... What do you mean by decadent uncle?"

Yu Chen tightened his arms around her waist, and asked Fu Xuan with a resentful look.

Fu Xuan snorted, "When you first came out of seclusion, you looked like a decadent uncle!"

"How can it be so exaggerated?"

Yu Chen pouted a little dissatisfied, and then touched his chin, and imagined what he looked like at that time.

Well... he was still so handsome!

"So, can you put me down? It's really nothing... It's embarrassing to act like a child like this!"

Fu Xuan suddenly said, his tone was a little dry, and his face was a little rosy.

"No!"

Yu Chen decisively refused, without a trace of turning back.

"Why?"

Fu Xuan asked with a pout, his nose wrinkled slightly, and his expression was a little dissatisfied.

Yu Chen glanced at her and said lightly: "Because now I want to hold you,

And the fact that you said you are fine is still to be discussed...

You looked uncomfortable just now!"

"I was... not awake!" Fu Xuan retorted, and then glared at him and whispered: "Bad guy!"

"You can scold me as much as you want, but I won't let go!"

The Sword Saint had an expression of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, picked up the cup and took a sip, and then handed it to Fu Xuan's mouth.

"It's ok now. If you leave it in the air any longer, it will get cold and your stomach will hurt again!"

Fu Xuan took it with a pouty mouth and drank it slowly.

The warm heat flow entered her stomach and her body felt much more comfortable.

And he kept massaging her, relaxing and comfortable. She didn't look at Yu Chen's face anymore, humming softly, trying to pretend that she was unhappy.

But her body was held by him, and she couldn't escape no matter what, so she could only lean on him and feel his warmth.

Originally, her lower abdomen was aching slightly, and although she still felt it now, it was much better.

She frowned and thought, she shouldn't have eaten anything bad recently...

She should have caught a cold yesterday, after all, that day hasn't...

Fu Xuan's thinking was slightly stuck, she squinted her eyes and counted with her fingers...

Shui Yin, a faint blood color, Tian Kui...

"Ah..."

"What's wrong?"

Yu Chen listened to her weak sigh and asked softly.

"Nothing..."

Fu Xuan paused for a moment, then glanced at him,

but found that he was looking at him dimly, so he had no choice but to explain, "I know why I feel uncomfortable.

"..."

Yu Chen blinked, then asked: "Is that so, do we need to see a doctor?"

"No need, it doesn't hurt too much, it will be fine in a few days..."

Fu Xuan's tone was a little low, because the day had come earlier for some reason...

"Oh..." Yu Chen blinked, looking at the little face with a little tiredness, his heart suddenly trembled.

He suddenly seemed to know why...

"It really doesn't hurt that much, right?"

His voice unconsciously lowered, becoming more and more gentle.

"I told you it's okay! "

The irritable emotions in her heart gradually accumulated, and Fu Xuan shouted subconsciously, with a somewhat aggressive tone.

Then her nose was sour, and she regretted it again, and the guilt in her heart was rippled.

She looked up quietly, a little worried that she would hurt his heart.

"I'm sorry..."

"Fu Xuan, you can't say this to me~"

Yu Chen interrupted her chanting, and the love hidden in his deep eyes fell on her quietly.

"Whether you scold me or beat me... As long as Fu Xuan says it, even if you pierce my heart with a sword, I won't hide!"

"Don't say such things!"

Fu Xuan pursed her lips and stared at him, looking at the face that was looking at her gently, and the strange sour feeling in her heart gradually grew.

Her big eyes gradually shone with light, biting her lips as if she wanted to endure, but the more she looked at him, the more she couldn't help it. The guilt gradually became stronger.

Why is he so good to herself...

"What's wrong? So will it still hurt?"

Yu Chen looked at her expression as she stared at him with tears in her eyes, and his mood suddenly became nervous.

Why did she start to cry just by looking at him?

"I want you to hold me..."

She suddenly whispered, her voice trembling.

"I'm holding you,

It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt..."

Yu Chen thought she was feeling unwell, so he rubbed his hands, warmed them up, and then put them on her belly, trying to give her a little more warmth.

His eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he felt more and more uncomfortable looking at Fu Xuan's little expression.

"I don't want to hold you like this, I also want to hold you..."

Fu Xuan continued to look at him and spoke, with a pouty mouth and a wronged expression.