Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

A pair of newlywed lovers, in terms of thickness, although Jingzhi's has become much thinner due to amnesia, he is still thicker-skinned than Lin Zheng, who is conservative.

The strange, sweet and deep kiss was interrupted and seen by so many people. Lin Zheng wanted to dig a hole in the bed and bury himself in it.

The intense shame suppressed his love for her for a moment. Lin Zheng no longer stuck so closely to her, but moved his hips away, moving more than ten centimeters further away.

Of course, her head still followed and lay a little higher on his chest.

The top of his head just hit his chin.

Glutinous rice water, isn’t that the taste?

Jingzhi had been marinated for more than a day and a night, and she had absorbed the flavor, but he still felt that she was fragrant and had the taste he liked.

He restrained himself and lowered his head to take a breath of the fragrance of her hair, then lowered his eyes and gently moved her head away.

His hand touched the button and was about to untie the tightly tangled hair, but his eyes involuntarily fell on her pink face.

She seemed to be in a good mood, with the corners of her lips slightly raised.

The little eyes that glanced up from time to time were filled with smiles and a sense of satisfaction that "it's finally like this".

Lin Zheng's eyes paused, and the corners of his mouth silently raised the same arc as hers. In order to avoid doing anything impolite to her again, he forced his eyelashes closed and focused on the button.

He was solving it.

Then he heard her whisper to him teasingly, shyly but with all her courage:

"Ah... Zheng, my neck hurts. I haven't even moved my head much. How did my hair get tangled like this?"

The blush on Lin Zheng's face, which had faded slightly, flooded back to his face at this moment.

The fingertips that had been steady began to tremble again, "I, I... I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

Kissing is mutual, and since she didn't move much, the culprit could only be him.

Her words made him involuntarily recall the scenes of the "hand-to-hand combat" just now.

The constant approach of the soul, the slight trembling of the body, and the sudden satisfaction of possessiveness, all these feelings piled up and overturned the table of his reason.

At that moment, it was as if fireworks exploded in his mind.

Joy is endless, with waves of joy surging up unstoppably.

She took the initiative, she put her hands around his neck, their tongues running in both directions chasing each other, it was a kind of tingling love that flowed into the blood vessels.

His lowered eyes fixed on her face.

His eyes darkened, his heartbeat quickened, and just as he strained his neck to raise his head to relive the beauty just now, she grabbed his chin and gently pulled it down.

"What? Are you trying to do something bad again?"

Jingzhi smiled lightly, dimples looming. She tapped his lips, which were a little hot, and her fingertips moved all the way down to the lock of hair. "I never thought Ah Zheng was this kind of person. I used to think you were serious and reliable. And... save it first."

What is this kind of person?

Lin Zheng pursed his slightly hot lips, lowered his head to untie his hair, and secretly complained to himself that he was not like this to others.

I don’t know if it was because he was too aggressive and his hair was tangled in his buttons too tightly, or if it was because her hair had been soaked in warm water overnight and became rough when she dried it.

Lin Zheng tried to untie it for a long time but couldn't get it untied. He was so anxious that his palms began to sweat.

Jingzhi took his hand, pressed her thumb into his slightly damp palm and rubbed it twice. "Since it's difficult to solve, there's no need to force yourself. Just cut off the buttons and your hair. Is your dress... expensive?"

"Not expensive."

As soon as he finished speaking, his lying lips were flicked by her.

Jingzhi frowned slightly, "I can still tell what material it is."

His lips were a little swollen from being hit by her, and Lin Zheng subconsciously stuck out his tongue and touched it.

Jingzhi, who was about to talk to him, suddenly looked away, and with a bit of shyness, she suddenly grabbed a piece of clothes on his chest and scratched it gently.

"...expensive." Lin Zheng said suddenly.

He took care of her all day and night without taking off his clothes. He had no time to take a shower. Besides, the bathroom was occupied by her, so the clothes he wore were still the brand-name shirts he had carefully selected that morning.

"But it does not matter."

As he spoke, he supported himself on the bed with one elbow, cupped the back of her neck with his palm and gently pushed upwards, "Be careful, can you stand up? Come with me to the desk to get the scissors."

The tip of her ear was stained with blood. Jingzhi met his gaze and said proudly: "Why can't you leave? I didn't kiss you until your legs were weak!"

As she spoke, as if to prove herself, she tilted her head slightly, rubbed the hand on the palm of his hand, took his hand, and pulled him straight up.

Lin Zheng chuckled as he felt a strong pull on his arm.

He almost forgot that Jingzhi was quite strong.

While feeling shy, I couldn't help wanting to get close to her.

As the two of them half-hug each other as they walked over, Jingzhi suddenly heard him speak in a very low voice, as if it was a private word that he was afraid of being heard but had to say:

"I will work hard."

What are you working hard for?

Jingzhi was stunned for almost seven or eight seconds before she realized that he was following up on what she had just said.

Try hard... kiss her until her legs go weak?

Jingzhi suddenly raised her chin, and just as she was about to see what expression the conservative man had when he said this, her scalp was hurt by her sudden action.

Lin Zheng touched her head and pressed it down slightly, "Don't move."

As he said this, he opened the drawer next to him with his left hand, took out a pair of scissors from it, and put them on his button.

The moment he cut it, he carefully held the button that was entangled with her hair and put it in the drawer.

"Why did you put it away? Throw the hair away."

Lin Zheng's eyes flickered slightly. He put down the scissors, took out a black rubber band, and quickly closed the drawer. "Let's get down to business first."

"…What's the matter?"

He didn't say anything, but just held the rubber band in his mouth, pressed her to sit at the table, picked up the comb on the table, and gently helped her to take care of her hair.

Lin Zheng combed her hair with neither too much nor too little force, and looked very experienced.

Jingzhi held her face with her hands and was about to ask a question, but suddenly she thought of Azhi downstairs, so she swallowed her words back.

He has a daughter, and he has to be both a father and a mother, so he is very experienced. No wonder he cooks so deliciously.

Jingzhi slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

She lowered her left hand, gently scratched the neat table with her index finger, and muttered softly:

"Hey, do you remember that one time... you let something slip. You called me Zhizhi, and I heard it."

Lin Zheng, who was braiding her hair, froze up and mumbled, "What...when? I don't remember. No, no, did I say that?"

"That's when the little zombie punched you there." Jingzhi rubbed his face quietly, his smile sore, and then whispered: "...Is it because I spoke up for you that you like me?"

Lin Zheng gently pinched her hair and silently replied in his heart, that's not the case.

If he realized that he liked her, it might be... when she was in the hospital and pulled up the curtain to ask him for two talismans?

Or maybe it was... when she took his car, took him for hamburgers, and asked him for herbal tea?

Lin Zheng took out the rubber band from his mouth and tied the tail of her braid in circles.

She touched the neat fishbone braid at the back of her head and turned to smile at him.

The clear eyes are full of joy and trust.

That bit of trust seemed to touch him. Lin Zheng stood behind the chair, recalling the day they first met.

It seems to be this bright smiling face full of trust.

He might... fall in love with her at first sight.

Jingzhi stood up and walked to the mirror. She stiffened her neck and twisted her body to look left and right, with a shy look of joy on her face. "A Zheng, you have such a deft hand."

Lin Zheng is eager to get an answer.

He took two steps closer, placed his hands lightly on her shoulders, looked at her in the mirror, her cheeks slightly red, and asked in a low voice:

"When did you... start liking me?"

"Uh..." She turned around and sat down on the chair again, winking at him mischievously: "I won't tell you!"

Lin Zheng took two steps closer, his hands behind his back, constantly picking at his fingers. His head lowered lower, looking at the ground, and he said seriously: "I... I'm not sure when I fell in love with you, but when I first saw you, maybe..."

"Just... a little bit of affection."

He was almost silent at the end.

Jingzhi leaned on the back of the chair, studying his mouth shape as if trying to solve a mystery.

"And then?" She felt secretly happy.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with confusion, "...what then?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and tapped her fingers that were gripping the back of the chair. "It's your turn to speak."

Jingzhi pretended to be stupid and turned around, facing away from him. "Who said I have to tell you what you said? There is no such rule."

Lin Zheng widened his eyes. Is it true that there is no such rule of interaction between men and women?

It wasn't until she couldn't hold back a chuckle and shook her shoulders that Lin Zheng realized she was teasing him again.

I feel a little helpless and a little ashamed.

Lin Zheng lowered the corner of his mouth, walked to the bed, and sat down with a little effort.

The bed creaked suddenly, as if it was the mouth of his inner emotions.

Jingzhi didn't stand up, but turned around, without leaving the stool, and dragged the chair towards him with her hands.

"Are you really angry?"

He turned his face to the right.

"Doctor Lin?" She turned around and caught up.

Called back again!

The corners of Lin Sheng's mouth turned further downwards, a light hum came from his nose, and his face turned to the left again.

"A Zheng?" She gripped the back of the chair with both hands, leaned forward, and followed his face with her eyes.

The wound was accidentally stretched, and she frowned but did not cry out.

Lin Zheng, who had been keeping an eye on her, quickly turned his face away. He felt distressed and said unhappily:

"I told you not to move."

As he spoke, he lowered his eyes and added, pretending to be indifferent:

"You don't have to answer that question. I don't have to hear it."

She accurately caught the grievance in his tone. Jingzhi put her hand on the back of the chair and held her face, pretending to be indifferent and said:

"Oh... I seem to remember, um... maybe... that time..."

As he spoke, his eyes wandered around and suddenly turned to the right.

Lin Zheng's body trembled, and after a beat of delay he withdrew his gaze, touched his nose, coughed, moved his position, and made all kinds of small movements at the same time.

The ears were so red that they couldn't be covered by the short hair.

"That time, when was it?" he hummed softly.

"Heh..." Jingzhi stretched out her hand and gently stroked his hot earlobe with her index finger.

Lin was hiding, so she leaned over to reach him.

He then leaned back, and she simply stood up, supporting herself on the bed on the left side of his body with one arm and pinched him.

Lin Zheng was lying on the bed, with nowhere to hide, so he had to turn his face toward the window and let her rub his red ears like dough.

She was intoxicated by the soft and hot touch of her fingertips and sighed with satisfaction, "The first time I saw your ears blush, I wanted to do this."

Lin Zheng's thoughts began to diverge.

All the way, I was thinking about the moment when she fell in love with him.

All the way thinking about the first time his ears blushed in front of her...

As I was thinking, the bed suddenly creaked on both sides, as if someone was crawling forward.

Just as his eyes came back into focus, a shallow breath hit his cochlea.

The ears, which were already red, began to feel hot uncontrollably.

The skin on the back of the neck was also covered in blood.

"The door, the door is not locked!" he stuttered.

Before he could finish his next sentence, his earlobe, which was scalding to the point of burning, was gently pressed by something soft and warm.

As if he was put into a steamer, Lin Zheng felt that his whole body was about to burn and smoke.

Why...why did she suddenly kiss his ear?

"you you……"

She leaned on top of him with a smile on her face, looking at how awkward he was. The curve of her beautiful eyes became more obvious.

"What are you talking about? If you can't say it, it's my turn to speak."

She smiled and looked into his trembling eyes with tenderness:

"Zheng, I don't know when I fell in love with you. I used to think you were so funny. You'd blush when I teased you. I've never seen anyone so innocent."

"Does it matter when it started?"

“Anyway…”

She drawled her words deliberately.

Lin Zheng was lost in thought as he repeated her words blankly, "Anyway...what?"

His question suddenly made her rosy cheeks turn red.

Jingzhi rolled over, sat up, and faced him sideways, lowering her head and saying, "Anyway... I kissed you, you should know what I mean."

"It doesn't count!"

He then sat up and tilted his head to look for her hidden eyes.

"What doesn't count?"

Jingzhi stood up like a spoiled brat, pulled away the chair, squatted down to pack his suitcase, and said, "Anyway, I'm done. I'll go downstairs and ask about Xiaoyu's situation, and then I'll go back."

"It doesn't count." Lin Zheng repeated stubbornly.

The wrist that picked up the clothes was suddenly pinched in his palm.

His eyes fell on the panties she was holding in her palm, and the eyes that were chasing for an answer immediately looked away.

His face flushed as he stammered, "I just... told you everything. I... am not someone who likes to be ambiguous with unclear relationships."

He pressed her hand down, gently lifted her chin, stared at her intently, and said word by word:

"Jingzhi, can you give me an accurate answer? Only then... can I feel at ease to continue to be with you."

She was somewhat eye-opening.

Isn't it true that modern people become boyfriend and girlfriend naturally after an ambiguous kiss?

He is the only weirdo who needs to make things clear and talk it out, and get the woman's approval before they can continue to be together. How can he be so principled?