Once, when Mu yuan came to New York, his friends were on vacation. He thought that he would not come out for a drink together. Mu Yuan said he would go to see Xie Jinghuan and refused. Later, he mentioned it again, and Mu yuan still refused.

Although he doesn't know why, jack also knows that Mu yuan doesn't want to contact his circle of friends, just like he doesn't want to contact Yeling, Xie Jinghuan and others, he hasn't mentioned it again since then.

But he can sensitively perceive that the reason why Mu yuan doesn't want to contact is different from him. He really doesn't like it, even... There is a slight dislike.

After asking several times, he didn't say, and Jack stopped asking.

"Neither." Mu yuan looked at him tenderly. "I'm trying to avoid suspicion."

"Now don't avoid suspicion?"

"Your recovery is the most important. Of course, if you don't think you need it, don't cry." Mu yuan was also very talkative and hooked the hand of the small robot. "Anyway, I have a robot to accompany me. It's not boring at all."

"Speaking of it, are you not afraid of others seeing the robot's face?"

"What are you afraid of? Just wear a mask."

Jack, "..."

This discussion ended in nothing. Dr. Budd also brought Jack's case. Mu yuan looked at the case and felt pain in his heart. It was too uncomfortable.

Anxiety, irritability, insecurity, vulnerability

Strong as Jack, when will he be commented like this? He has been trained so severely by West Point for once, and no one needs to worry.

He is such a powerful existence that no one can ignore.

It has always been his goal and driving force.

In a twinkling of an eye, a week passed.

While Jack was treating, the dosage was finally reduced to three pills a day. Mu yuan was finally able to go down under the care of Jack and the robot. He hadn't walked the road for more than half a year.

The thigh muscles and nerves atrophied a little, and they didn't work hard. They were all muscles, but now they were all loose and soft meat. Jack would comfort him. It was all right. He hugged him soft and comfortable, and was beaten by Mu yuan.

He doesn't look down on his chicken like figure now.

How can I counterattack with such a figure?

He also controlled his diet very well. After he could go to the ground, he began to do some light-intensity exercise, try not to pull the wound, and he could exercise his muscles, and began to plan his diet.

He is a man who wants to counterattack!!

I read it three times every morning and feel very aggressive!

In the bedroom at night, a light is dimly on, and Jack is helping him stretch. Mu yuan wants to sit on his stomach, but he is stopped by Jack. He is afraid that his wound is not healed, so he can only do some stretching exercises.

In the small town in autumn, the weather was very hot. Mu yuan wore a pair of shorts, revealing a pair of white and slender legs. After stretching, Jack manicured his nails again.

"Haven't you just trimmed it?" His toes shrink and shrink, mischievously began to roll, occasionally kicked Jack's small arm.

"Grow fast."

"Do you mean to see my toes missing two nails?"

"Very beautiful!"

"Beautiful, you head!" It's not beautiful at all. It's ugly. Fortunately, he doesn't care much about his appearance, let alone his toes without fingernails.

"Ah, itch..." Jack accidentally touched his knee socket, Mu yuan was paralyzed, itching his scalp numb, Mu Yuan said, "my body is so sensitive now..."

Jack, "..."

Mu yuan and Jack looked at each other in silence for a moment, and Mu yuan's face suddenly turned red, like a ripe honey peach, fascinating under the dim and ambiguous light.

Mu yuanbomb, "I... didn't hint!"

Shit, why is this like a hint? Heaven and earth conscience, he just wants to say that his body is really a little sensitive.

Jack's eyes darkened, one hand propped up beside him, and one leg crossed over and pressed his leg. His deep ice blue eyes seemed to be pearls under the night light, bright as the stars. He stared at Mu yuan's lips, put one hand on Mu yuan's waist, and swallowed slightly, and expressed what was the hint more fully with body language.

"Really?" He rubbed the tip of his nose against his cheek, and his moist breath was like a net, covering Mu yuan. "He was seriously injured and his body was very sensitive."

He leaned over and suddenly bit his earlobe. Mu yuan's face turned red. It was neither pushing nor not pushing. Jack gently pushed, and he lay down in the soft quilt. Jack leaned over and kissed his lips, "let me try. Is Xiao Yuan really sensitive?"

The burning kiss rushed to his deep throat. He was like an attacking beast attacking his prey, full of absolute possessiveness.

……

"Xiao Yuan is really sensitive."