Stand-in and Bai Yueguang [Transmigration Book]

Jiang Shenting froze for a moment when he heard the voice, and found it inconceivable that he actually heard Shen Jianqing crying.

Jiang Shenting got up and walked to the frosted glass door, listened carefully, and was basically sure that Shen Jianqing was sobbing, and Shen Jianqing's voice was still a little whimpering, as if he had been wronged.

Jiang Shenting reached out and knocked on the door, and heard the sound of water inside suddenly stop. He knew that Shen Jianqing should be able to hear himself at this time, so he asked, "Shen... Qingqing, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, senior, woo woo woo, I'm fine, it's just that when I was washing my hair just now, my head accidentally touched the wall."

The other party seemed to be crying. Jiang Shenting didn't know if he was sober, but he could hear the grievance in Shen Jianqing's voice.

Hearing that Shen Jianqing met him, Jiang Shenting cheered up again, and asked with concern: "Are you okay? Did you get hurt?"

"It hurts a bit, but it's okay, no bleeding."

Jiang Shenting was already very worried, but he was even more worried when he heard that Shen Jianqing had touched his head. He couldn't help urging: "You should finish washing and come out sooner."

"it is good."

"But I'm going to hit the wall first."

Jiang Shenting: "..."

Jiang Shenting could already imagine that Shen Jianqing had just been bumped into his head by the wall, and now he hit the stone with a pebble, smashed the wall with his hands and cried again.

But, fortunately, there was no crying from Shen Jianqing from behind.

Shen Jianqing quickly turned on the shower faucet again. Hearing the sound of rushing water inside, Jiang Shenting continued to retreat to the bed in worry.

He waited for a while, then heard the sound of the glass door opening, turned his head and saw Shen Jianqing came out with a towel around his neck, his hair was wet.

It was obvious that I washed my hair just now, and it hadn't been dried yet. At this time, the bangs on my forehead were still dripping water from time to time. Some drops of water fell on the tip of Shen Jianqing's clean nose, and some dripped directly on the clothes , Instantly absorbed by the cotton pajamas on the body.

Jiang Shenting frowned at this scene, the water on the hair dripped for a while, the clothes were wet to sleep, and the bath was wasted.

Shen Jianqing obviously hadn't sobered up yet, and walked in front of him in a daze, then drooped his shoulders and began to take a nap.

Jiang Shenting couldn't help but reached out and took the dry towel off Shen Jianqing's neck.

After taking off the towel, he seemed to consider that Shen Jianqing was not energetic, and it might not be good to stand for a long time, so he stretched out his hand and directly pushed the person to the side of the bed to sit down, and then began to wipe the other person's hair with the towel.

"Why didn't you blow dry your hair?"

Jiang Shenting was talking, using both hands, covered Shen Jianqing's head with a dry towel, rubbed it gently, trying to absorb all the water on the hair into the towel.

His movements were very gentle, slowly rubbing Shen Jianqing's head, as if he was afraid of hurting Shen Jianqing.

"I'm too lazy to blow it, I can go to bed early after wiping the towel clean."

Shen Jianqing sat on the bed and felt the massage service on his head. He felt very comfortable, and couldn't help but feel sleepier, and slowly closed his eyes.

Jiang Shenting watched Shen Jianqing's head slowly drooping under his hands, and then he took a gentle breath. He had almost dried Shen Jianqing's hair at this time.

But it is impossible to directly wipe wet hair into dry hair with a towel. Shen Jianqing's hair is still wet at this time, and he is a little worried that the other party just fell asleep like this.

In this way, tomorrow morning either he will have a headache or catch a cold, Jiang Shenting stretched out a hand and patted Shen Jianqing's shoulder to wake him up.

"Well……"

Shen Jianqing looked up at Jiang Shenting, his head was dizzy and sleepy, he was woken up just after taking a nap, and he was in a very bad mood.

But Shen Jianqing was still very good, he didn't lose his temper, instead he reached out and pulled Jiang Shenting's big hand from his shoulder, put one of his cheeks against Jiang Shenting's palm, and continued to close his eyes, Maybe he thought Jiang Shenting wouldn't wake him up like this.

This action seemed to directly use Jiang Shenting's hand as a pillow.

Jiang Shenting's palms were tightly pressed against Shen Jianqing's cheeks, and the smooth and tender touch of his small face made his heart tremble. He could feel that the other's face was very hot, probably because he had just taken a shower.Or it was because he drank alcohol before, and the heat made his palms start to sweat.

Before Jiang Shenting had time to think about it, he soon noticed something strange. His fingers happened to be sticking to Shen Jianqing's mouth. Itchy.

Just when Jiang Shenting was about to withdraw his hand from under Shen Jianqing's cheek, his movements stopped suddenly, and he froze in place, his expression changed.

The strange wetness on his fingers made Jiang Shenting complexioned, and he couldn't help biting his lower lip.

It turned out that Shen Jianqing didn't know what happened, and put his middle finger that was stuck on his lips into his mouth, and slowly sucked it.

Shen Jianqing's teeth bit his finger lightly, the force was very light, it seemed to be unconscious, the small tongue licked it from time to time, and there was a sound of smacking in his mouth, and after a while, his finger was full of saliva .

Jiang Shenting felt the moist numbness on his fingers, and suddenly a strange feeling arose in his heart. When Shen Jianqing licked his fingers with the tip of his tongue, he couldn't help rubbing his fingers lightly on Shen Jianqing's tongue, feeling it with his heart. temperature on the fingers.

"Well……"

It may be that Jiang Shenting's fingers were a bit too much, Shen Jianqing felt a little uncomfortable, he spat out Jiang Shenting's fingers, then continued to smack his mouth, and snorted softly.

His ending sound was a little hoarse, as if he was acting like a baby, but Jiang Shenting's heart softened when he heard it.

Jiang Shenting withdrew his hand from under Shen Jianqing's cheek, stretched out his hand and directly grabbed Shen Jianqing's hands and pulled him up.

When Shen Jianqing got up, although his feet were standing on the ground, his whole body seemed to be boneless. His head was directly buried in Jiang Shenting's chest, and his whole body weight was also on Jiang Shenting's body.

Jiang Shenting could only continue to help the person to the bathroom, took down the hair dryer hanging on the wall, adjusted the wind to a gentle temperature, and dried Shen Jianqing's hair on his chest.

Jiang Shenting was very careful, blowing for a while, and from time to time, he would touch his hair to see if it was dry, or move the hair dryer over if he touched the undried hair.

Since it was very dry with a towel just now, Shen Jianqing's hair was completely dry after a while, but Shen Jianqing himself was not awakened by the sound of the hair dryer.

Instead, he rubbed his forehead comfortably against Jiang Shenting's shirt from time to time, and even hugged his waist tightly with both hands.

Jiang Shenting hung the hair dryer back on the wall, and looked down at Shen Jianqing, who was breathing calmly, who seemed to be asleep again.

Jiang Shenting's gaze was a bit complicated, but he didn't hesitate for long, he had already pulled away Shen Jianqing's arms around his waist, hugged Shen Jianqing, and carried him all the way to the bedside.

And just as he was about to put him on the bed, Shen Jianqing in his sleep suddenly reached out and took his arm, and took him to lie on the soft bed together.

In an instant, Shen Jianqing was crushed under him.