Chapter 17 A man’s desire to win
Shen Yu looked at the gentle expression in his eyes calmly, and his eyes darkened unconsciously.
Two young merchants had already arrived in front of Gao Ling. They clasped their fists and saluted before explaining their intention.
It turned out that he saw the logo of the Gao family's caravan, and wanted to follow the caravan and enjoy the blessing of the Gao family like other scattered traders.
They claimed to be from the border town and were willing to give a quarter of their profits to Gao Ling in return.
When you go out, you have money to make, but also life to spend.
This is why so many traders would rather make less money and move forward as a team.
They are all fellow villagers. In the past, Gao Ling should have agreed by now.
But before he spoke, Shen Yu glanced over with a cool look.
Gao Ling changed the subject and said tactfully: "I'm really sorry, there are already several fur traders in our caravan. We made an agreement before departure that there will be no more fur traders in the caravan, so ...You should find another caravan.”
For a legitimate reason, the two merchants couldn't find fault, so they could only leave with regret.
Wen Wan's eyes were always on the two of them, watching eagerly as her "eight-pack abs" stepped back onto the carriage to find another place to stay.
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Since Shen Yu and Wen Wan traveled as husband and wife, they naturally stayed in a guest room.
After living together in the same room during that crisis, the two of them were quite familiar with each other this time.
Moreover, there are two beds in this room, which saves Wenwan the trouble of having to sleep on a soft couch.
After a day of hard work and even a fight, Wen Wan was really sleepy.
After she finished washing herself, she yawned and prepared to lie down on the bed.
"Come here."
Shen Yu's light voice came from in front of the square table.
Wen Wan looked up and saw him taking out a small, palm-sized porcelain jar from his bag and sitting upright behind the table.
She walked over with confusion on her face, "What are you doing?"
"Sit down." Shen Yu ordered softly.
Wen Wan curled her lips and reluctantly sat down opposite him.
Shen Yu frowned and patted the chair beside him, "Sit here."
There are quite a lot of requirements.
Wen Wan murmured, stood up and moved his position.
Shen Yu opened the lid of the small porcelain jar, applied a little of the plaster inside with his fingertips, and raised his hand to press it on her forehead.
Wen Wan took a painful breath and said, "Take it easy."
"Squeamish." Shen Yu complained, but the movements of his hands were gentler.
Wen Wan was a little surprised, "Actually, there is no need to apply medicine to this scratch. It will be scarred when you wake up tomorrow morning."
So she never expected that Shen Yu would hold her down and apply medicine to him.
Shen Yu didn't answer her words and just applied the plaster on the scratches on her face and neck without saying a word.
He has been practicing martial arts for many years, and his fingertips are rough, with a gravel-like touch, and are filled with hot body temperature, giving Wen Wan a tingling feeling wherever he goes.
She instinctively shrank back, a little embarrassed.
Shen Yu paused and his face became darker, "I'm already very light."
Wen Wan: "..."
Seeing that he had misunderstood her avoidance, Wen Wan coughed twice to relieve her inexplicably fast heartbeat.
"Are there any other injuries on your body?" He wiped all the visible places.
Wen Wan shook her head, "No."
Shen Yu didn't say anything, just put the small porcelain jar into her hand and said with a wooden face:
"Then it's your turn to help me apply the medicine."
Wen Wan: "Huh??"
Before she could understand what he meant, she saw his bony fingers already on the black belt.
In front of her, he untied his clothes layer by layer, and then...
Revealing his well-defined abdominal muscles.
Wenwan is sensitive to numbers and can count eight yuan at a glance.
"Uh..." She wanted to look away. After all, it was very inappropriate to stare at a man's abs like this.
But her eyes were really disobedient. Even though she tried hard, she still couldn't change her gaze.
Shen Yu raised the corners of his lips almost imperceptibly, then raised his hand and placed his fingers on one of his abdominal muscles.
"It's scratched here."
Wen Wan's eyes widened and the corner of her mouth twitched.
She was actually very curious. When the dewy lady pestered him, his clothes were clearly intact, so how did he get the scratch the size of a fingernail?
Is it possible that the dew lady is also a martial arts master and can catch people from the air?
Seeing her standing still, Shen Yu urged her impatiently.
"Hurry up."
Wen Wan glanced at her suspiciously, then took out a piece of plaster and applied it to his "injury".
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The scars were smaller than a fingernail, and she gave off the aura of "severely injured and incurable".
Shen Yu looked down and saw that she had spread the plaster almost all over his stomach.
Shen Yu: "..."
The Tao is one foot high, and the devil is one foot high.
He still underestimated this woman.
Even though she was extremely horny, she dared to do anything.
Wen Wan secretly pressed his abdominal muscles while applying the medicine.
It was just as expected, hard and warm to the touch.
A satisfied smile appeared at the corner of her mouth unconsciously, and she thought to herself that this incredible benefit was given by him on his own initiative, and it was not because she was shamelessly taking advantage of him.
Maybe she was too immersed in appreciating beautiful things and didn't notice that Shen Yu looked at her more and more deeply.
Just when her fingertips were still trying to climb further up.
Shen Yu suddenly held her wrist and said, "Okay."
Wen Wan was startled, raised her head, and met eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
At that moment, she suddenly had the illusion of being caught and raped.
Her cheeks began to blush uncontrollably.
"How do my abs compare to those two merchants?" Shen Yu asked jokingly.
After Wen Wan's head was struck by the beauty, she felt a little dizzy and subconsciously answered his question.
"That must be much easier to touch..."
Before she finished speaking, she woke up and stopped talking, almost biting her tongue in annoyance.
Shen Yu chuckled, "Unfortunately, I'm not a casual lover, so even if I have eight-pack abs, it's not something you can imagine."
Shen Yu let go of her wrist, feeling proud of winning a battle.
He slowly tied the clothes tightly in front of her again.
Wen Wan suddenly came back to her senses and her face turned from red to white.
So, he just did it on purpose?
Could it be that this is the desire to win between men?
Those two young businessmen exposed their abdominal muscles, making him lose face as her nominal husband, so he had to make amends in front of her?
Ha, man.
Wen Wan angrily placed the small porcelain jar on the table, turned around and extinguished the candle before climbing into bed.
"Go to sleep. I can't get it in reality. Can't I have sex with you in my dream?"
In the darkness, Shen Yu was startled at first, and then his face sank to the bottom of his face.
Is it fair?
How many more?
This woman is still stubborn!
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That night, Shen Yu didn't know whether Wen Wan had a few dew lovers in her dream.
But he didn't sleep peacefully that night. In his dream, there seemed to be a little lady with a vague face, constantly pestering him, wanting to see his abdominal muscles.
At dawn, he opened his eyes irritably and walked to Wen Wan's bed with a sullen face.
(End of chapter)