Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Lin Jiu's hands can fight ghosts and draw talismans, but he is not very good at delicate work like making clay figures.

After washing up, Jingzhi acted coquettishly and cutely all the way, pestering him to come to the study, and then continued to pinch the unfinished little Jingzhi.

Lin Jiu smiled helplessly and walked to the desk carrying Jingzhi who was hanging behind him.

The moonlight filled the yard, and Xiaoyu's hair on the ground was blown everywhere by the breeze.

Wencai took the broom and swept it intermittently, looking towards the study where the light was on.

From time to time, Jingzhi's sweet laughter and Lin Jiu's helpless whispered scolding could be heard from inside.

Wencai was a little curious, so he tiptoed towards the window where the sour smell of love was emanating from, and looked at the two people who were leaning against each other.

"Brother, what do you mean by cold violence? I don't think Master has any of that."

Qiu Sheng wiped the table and glanced inside. "Tsk, Master still has a temper in front of her?"

Wencai paused in his sweeping motion, the broom pressed down on his hair, scratched his head and asked Qiu Sheng:

"I know about cold violence, but is there hot violence?"

At this time, Qiu Sheng was holding the little white cat on the table and looking at it carefully.

Isn't this thing Master's?

Why are you here?

"Senior Brother?" Wencai turned around and called again.

Qiu Sheng threw the rag and it hit the basin of water on the chair.

He propped up the tabletop, which was polished to a gleam, with his arm, and nimbly jumped over to Wencai, smiling and asking:

"You really want to know?"

Wencai nodded obediently.

Qiu Sheng's mouth corner suddenly curled up, he snatched the broom from Wencai's hand, and swung it at his butt, "Hahaha, this is called hot violence!"

Listening to the sounds of two people running and playing outside, Jingzhi looked up and lost interest, then lowered his head and concentrated on looking at Lin Jiu's hand.

That’s right, don’t look at the sculpture, look at the hands.

These hands are usually quite flexible when doing things, how could they have pinched her into this shape?

Jingzhi glanced at the little Jingzhi lying next to him. He had long arms and short legs, and his eyes took up half of his face, which made him look a little silly. He was speechless.

At this time, Lin Jiu was pinching a piece of clay of uneven thickness, intending to make a small skirt for Xiao Jingzhi.

However, even after being pinched into almost a dumpling, the skirt still remained in shape.

Lin Jiu paused, then rolled the mud pieces into balls as if nothing had happened and started over again.

He secretly raised his eyelids and glanced at Jingzhi who was holding her face, and happened to meet her eyes which were focused on him.

His face gradually became hot, Lin Jiu twisted the small white mud ball with two fingers and said awkwardly:

"I'm sorry, I'm not very good at it."

Jingzhi shook her head, still staring at him straight, "It's okay, don't worry, I don't want it tonight, just take your time."

Lin Jiu breathed a sigh of relief, tilted his head slightly, and moved his sore neck.

Jingzhi: "Can I give you a massage?"

Although she asked this, before Lin Jiu could say okay, she had already stood up, walked behind him and started pinching his neck.

The skin on the back of her neck felt a little cold, and Jingzhi's brows gradually frowned. "Ajiu, it's time to put on more clothes. The nights have been getting colder these past few days. Don't always walk around in just a shirt."

After loosening the muscles on his neck, Jingzhi didn't let go of his hand. Instead, he circled it to the front and buttoned the first two buttons of his shirt. "You are really something. You always don't button your shirt properly."

The voice suddenly came very close, and a warm breath came to my ears, "You don't button your clothes properly every day... What? Are you trying to seduce me?"

Lin Jiu's earlobes gradually turned red, and he raised his hand to hold her little hand that was pretending to be buttoning his shirt but was actually groping around on his chest muscles.

"I'll do it myself."

Tsk, he's quite alert.

Jingzhi pulled his hand away, and his eyes suddenly fell on Xiaolin Jiu who was sitting in front of his desk, "Ajiu, where is the little kitten I pinched?"

Lin Jiu was not done with his shame, his eyes fell on Xiao Lin Jiu's empty shoulders, he slapped his forehead, "I just took it out... I'll go out and look for it."

Seeing him walk hurriedly to the door, Jingzhi leaned over and sat in his seat, smiling.

That’s great, the little kitten carries his meals with him.

Before he could finish being happy, Lin Jiu, who had just opened the door, walked to the door and was hit on the head by someone.

"Bang!"

Jingzhi's pupils shrank. Looking at Lin Jiu who was covering his head and hunching over, she kicked the chair away and ran towards the door.

"who is it?!"

Wencai was so frightened that he took two steps back. Seeing Qiu Sheng bending over and trying to run, he grabbed Qiu Sheng's belt and said, "Yes, it's him. It's none of my business!"

Lin Jiu rubbed his head and looked at Qiu Sheng who was frozen in place. He couldn't help but cursed, "You little bastard!"

"Ajiu, are you okay? Let go of your hand, let me help you."

Jingzhi looked at the wooden sticks that were broken into two pieces on the ground, and finally with a cold face, he couldn't help but get angry at Qiu Sheng:

"Wencai, go to sleep! Just let Qiusheng sweep the floor!"

Seeing that she was not sure whether her eyes were red with anger or she was worried about to cry, Lin Jiurao was in so much pain that he wanted to die, but he also endured the pain and tugged at the corner of her clothes, "I'm fine."

He stretched out his hand towards Qiu Sheng and said, "Give me the thing."

Qiu Sheng understood immediately. He searched in his arms for a long time before finding a small kitten, only slightly bigger than his finger, and placed it in Lin Jiu's hand. "Master, I didn't mean to do that. I was just joking with Wencai. I didn't expect you to suddenly show up."

"If I hadn't been beaten today, this stick would have fallen on your junior brother's head." Lin Jiu rarely showed any anger towards him. Instead, he shook his head and sighed, "Qiu Sheng, you're twenty, not ten. When will you be more steady?"

Qiu Sheng clenched his hands, mumbled "I'm sorry", and then stood in the corner as if he was being punished.

Lin Jiu waved his hand at him, "Forget it, didn't you hear what Jingzhi said? Go sweep the floor."

"Oh!"

Master's heart has become softer and softer.

This time, Jingzhi didn't need to explain. Qiu Sheng, who felt very guilty, went to the kitchen to cook eggs for his master and brought some medicinal wine.

Lin Jiu was not angry, but Jingzhi was a little angry.

She glared at Qiu Sheng unhappily and snatched the things from his hands, "Why don't you go sweep the floor?"

"Go, go, go now!"

……

Look back at Lin Jiu.

But he didn't care about the redness and swelling on his forehead, and was carefully putting the little white cat back on Xiaolin Jiu's shoulder. The coldness in Jingzhi's eyes faded and was quickly replaced by a hint of heartache.

He walked over quickly and put the tray on the table. "Are you dizzy? It's already like this, and you're still caring about this thing."

Lin Jiu raised his head and smiled gently, "Help me apply the medicine."

Jingzhi: "...I am the only one willing to take care of you."

Although his tone was a bit tough, his hands were quickly moving the hot egg, and then he rolled it gently onto the small bump on his forehead.

Jingzhi: "Is it hot?"

Lin Jiu: "It doesn't hurt."

Jingzhi:...Well, it seems that he is in pain and has started talking nonsense.

She stopped asking questions and rubbed him gently.

Lin Jiu held the handle of the armchair so tightly that a hint of white appeared on his fingertips. He still maintained a good smile on her face.

Jingzhi's eyelashes trembled, her heart was swollen and painful, and tears finally rolled out of her eyes.

Her slightly trembling lips covered the corners of his forcedly raised mouth, "Are you stupid? If it hurts, you should scream. I don't want you to endure it in front of me."

Lin Jiu held her cheeks with both hands, and used his thumbs to gently wipe away her tears from the inside out.

His heart also swelled because of her distressed tears and gentle actions.

Lin Jiu, who had been passive all the time, finally took the initiative to press her lips and sucked them lightly.

The lips stained with tears are salty and sweet.

Lin Jiu was very satisfied. He only took a brief taste, then slowly stepped back and looked directly into her eyes.

"It does hurt a little, can you rub it for me again?"

As the old saying goes, the crying child gets the candy.

He, Lin Jiu, can also take off that serious mask temporarily and be willful for once?