Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Chapter 216 Who are you?

Looking at the disgusting cockroaches all over the ground, Lin Jiu secretly guessed that the wizard might come out to cause trouble at night.

After preparing everything, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief and lay down on the bed, planning to catch up on some sleep in the afternoon so that he would be energetic to fight the enemy at night.

On a summer afternoon, it is a very happy and refreshing thing to have a gentle breeze blowing beside you.

Then Lin Jiu felt something was wrong.

When did his rear window open?

He turned his head to look, but was blinded by a refracted light.

Lin Jiu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked towards the rear window.

When he saw who it was, he breathed a sigh of relief, but then sighed.

What is Brother Lin up to now?

Jingzhi lay on the wall, like a paparazzi, still holding her telescope, looking at him diligently.

"I will always, always, watch over you."

Lin Jiu sighed, turned his back, curled up his legs slightly, and closed his eyes.

“Slurp…slurp…”

Lin Jiuyi turned around and the person on the wall was gone.

He had just breathed a sigh of relief when he was almost startled by the white head outside his window.

Jingzhi rested her chin on the window frame, enlarged the size of the flame retardant in her hand to the maximum, and pointed it directly at the back of Lin Jiu's head.

"stare."

Lin Jiu frowned, pulled up the quilt and wrapped himself tightly, with a corner of the quilt also covering the back of his head.

There was a rustling sound behind me, and the bed shook slightly.

Why is this brat acting so recklessly?

She even dared to crawl onto his bed.

Have you taken off your shoes?

Lin Jiu couldn't help it any longer. He turned around and was about to talk to her behind him.

But he found that the telescope was so close that it almost touched the tip of his nose.

She was half-kneeling at the head of his bed, her posture more standard than that of a professional paparazzi.

Lin Jiu's hand under the quilt paused slightly, then stretched out to cover the two openings of the telescope.

He asked patiently:

"Brother Lin, what on earth do you want to do?"

Jing Zhi Ka Ba blinked twice:

"I didn't do anything, just looked at you. If you can't talk about it, you can't look at it either?"

"..."

He rubbed his brows and sighed uncontrollably.

"If you still hold a grudge against me for what happened last night, go ahead and hit me back. I won't fight back this time, seriously."

Lin Jiu closed his eyes and stretched his face forward.

Jingzhi looked at the tightly furrowed brows on that face and felt annoyed the more she looked at it.

Use your fingers to rub it away for him.

"What are you doing?" He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her with a look full of restraint and patience.

"Nothing." Jingzhi couldn't smooth out the wrinkles, so she pursed her lips.

She let go of her hand, took something out from behind her and handed it over.

"For you."

Looking at the thing in his hand, Lin Jiu's expression was very complicated.

"this is me?"

"Yes." She touched the back of her head and said guiltily, "Are they very similar?"

"Me bending over and vomiting?"

"Well...you added too much water. You were originally straight, but then you became bent."

"I changed my look. Do you look like the first time I saw you?"

"Look, that little mahogany sword can support your hand and keep you from bending to the ground. I'm smart, aren't I?"

Lin Jiu dragged the chassis and really didn't know how to evaluate this clay sculpture.

He said that she seemed to have been pinching something on the tree just now, and it turned out that she had pinched a small model of him according to his appearance.

It seemed like it, but he just couldn't be happy.

It feels like a bad friend took an ugly photo of you, saved it, and laughed at you in front of your face.

"Don't like it?"

Jingzhi clenched her hands and sat cross-legged beside him, feeling a little nervous.

"..."

Lin Jiu opened his mouth but still didn't answer.

He really couldn't say he liked this thing against his will.

She lowered her head and said dejectedly:

"I'm sorry, I haven't done it for a long time, so I'm not very good at it."

"Give me this, I'll make you a new one."

As she spoke, she reached out to grab what was in his hand.

"no need."

Lin Jiu lifted her up with both hands, Jingzhi cried out, slipped, and fell directly on his chest.

The two were caught off guard and their eyes met.

He could clearly see the surprise and apology in her eyes.

The air was quiet for a moment.

The distance of less than five centimeters allowed him to even feel her shallow breathing.

Lin Jiu shifted his body uncomfortably. He deliberately raised his voice and said seriously:

"Get up, what are two grown men doing so close to each other? It's so hot."

Jingzhi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her rosy lips felt a little dry, so she subconsciously licked them to moisten them.

The apology in her eyes disappeared, and what emerged was love and longing for him.

Seeing the obvious emotions in her eyes at such a close distance, Lin Jiu was stunned on the bed and even forgot to push her away.

He watched her get closer and closer, letting her slightly moist breath hit his face.

She, what is she going to do?

Was she going to... kiss him?

How can brothers be like this?

But for some reason, Lin Jiu couldn't make any move to push her away.

Obviously...the sculpture had already fallen on top of his pillow.

Obviously...his hands are free.

Lin Jiu, what exactly are you longing for...

Jingzhi looked at Lin Jiu, who inexplicably closed his eyes and whose eyeballs moved restlessly under his eyelids.

Suddenly, she curled her lips, stretched out two fingers and gently touched his lips, then patted his face and whispered teasingly:

"What? Do you really think I'm in love with you and want to kiss you?"

"I got you, stupid brother Lin!"

……

Like a breeze that came and went without a trace, Lin Jiu opened his eyes and saw only the white hem of her clothes disappearing over the wall outside.

There is still her fragrance in the room, and the warmth of her fingertips on my lips.

There is also a statue of him vomiting at the head of the bed.

Lin Jiu finally couldn't fall asleep that afternoon.

Sure enough, doing bad things will bring retribution.

She is so cruel that she dares to play with his heart!

Lin Jiu raised the statue high with both hands, then gently put it down.

There seemed to be some uneven feeling between the fingertips.

He raised it again and looked up.

[My heart is filled with longing for your green collar]

Lin Jiu's pupils shrank, his hands softened, and he almost smashed the statue.

As if coming from a long-buried memory, these words made him feel strangely familiar.

"Green Zijin, Youyouwoxin."