Since then, I have become the most beautiful boy among the anchors

The boy's hair was originally black and soft, as well-behaved as his own, lying on his head docilely, but at this moment he randomly grabbed it and tied it into a little chirp with a rubber band.Zhang Jing showed his smooth forehead, and his greenness faded away, as if he was no longer that 16-year-old boy who could act like a baby.

He changed into a suit of clothes, a well-tailored white shirt matched with black trousers, which outlined his figure, and he rolled up his sleeves slightly, revealing his fair arms.

Jian Min glanced at Zhang Jing's wrist, remembering that the boy was lying on his back and said in a hoarse voice: "Bracelets and anklets were bought for me by my grandmother when I was sick when I was young, and she said that the master had them consecrated, and wearing them would keep me safe. In fact, she also knows that this is all superstition, just to comfort her heart. As long as it can make grandma feel at ease, I am willing to wear it all the time."

Jian Min looked at the boy, he seemed to be so sincere all the time.

To the old lady, to him, to Deng Zixuan, to his aunt...

Zhang Jing showed him a smile, like the soft and silent spring rain that moisturizes things, slowly seeping into the heart and lungs, which makes people feel very warm.

His pale pink lips opened and closed, and he called, "Mr. Jane."

A smile flashed across Jian Min's eyes, and he entered the room.

The room is small, and everything from the plaid green cotton curtains to the small orange lights makes people feel very warm.In the center of the room is a double reclining chair, covered with a fluffy soft blanket and a stuffed doll.

Jian Min walked to the reclining chair with long legs, leaned half on the reclining chair, there was a small bump on his neck, which comfortably cushioned his neck.

He folded his arms, and waited patiently for the next slumber service.

Zhang Jing sat on the chair in front of him and greeted him with a smile. His voice was very soft, as if whispering in someone's ear, which made people feel very at ease.

Jian Min has always been smart, judging from the peaceful sleep last night, he only needs to enjoy the next "service" and does not need to respond.

"Sir, you look very tired." Zhang Jing said to help him cover the blanket, and then reached out to help him stroke his hair. His movements were very gentle, "Have you washed your hair? Dry it, or you will get a headache." He spoke in a breathy voice, stood up and walked around behind him, dabbing his hair with a towel.

Jian Min closed his eyes, enjoying the young man's caress.

"Almost." The boy took the towel, inserted his fingers into his hair to gently straighten him, and massaged his scalp from time to time, "Sir, do you want to massage your temples?"

Zhang Jing asked and answered by himself, and slowly rubbed his temples with his thumbs twirling, with neither light nor heavy force, very comfortable.

After rubbing his temples for him, Zhang Jing sat back again, "Is the work hard? How about some cotton candy? It's soft and sweet." He talked to himself, and turned halfway to get Xiaofang Glass jars on the table.

It's filled with fluffy, squishy marshmallows, available in white and pink.

Zhang Jing tapped the bottle with his fingertips and made a crisp sound: "What color do you like?...Pink? I like it too. Pink is as sweet as me."

Hearing this, Jian Min opened his eyes, and saw the boy pick out a pink marshmallow from the jar with tweezers, and brought it to his mouth.

It melts at the entrance.

"How is it? Isn't it very sweet?" Zhang Jing smiled at him, as if showing off his child who passed the double hundred exam, "Is it too sweet? Do you want to drink some scented tea to relieve the boredom?"

Zhang Jing mixed the dried scented tea in the wooden jar with a small wooden spoon. With a rustling sound, he put a small spoonful of scented tea into the tea cup and brewed it with boiled water.

Jian Min didn't watch his movements, but closed his eyes and listened to those subtle sounds, feeling unprecedentedly relaxed.

"It's a little hot." Zhang Jing stirred it with a small spoon, making a tinkling sound.He gently blew on the water in the glass, "Sir?"

Jian Min opened his eyes, the tea cup had been delivered to his lips, he took a sip to dilute the sweetness in his mouth.

"Sir, come here, close your eyes." Zhang Jing stretched out his hand in front of him and slowly gestured for him to close his eyes.

Jian Min could smell the dried scented tea in his hand, it was dry and still had a little floral fragrance.

"Sir, haven't you shaved?" Jian Min didn't take care of his beard for two days, and there was a little stubble on his chin.

In the next second, Zhang Jing's cool fingertips slid across his chin, and the young man smiled and said in a breathy voice, "Sir, it's a little prickly."

Jian Min was short of breath, and wanted to open his eyes to look at him, but was stopped, "Sir, I want to shave you." He heard the sound of pouring water.

Zhang Jing soaked the towel and wrung it dry, folded it squarely, applied the warm towel to his chin, and squeezed shaving cream into the palm of his hand after a while.

After the lather was produced, he stood up and slowly approached Jian Min's face, without any distraction, he applied the shaving cream to the bearded area.

Jian Min opened his eyes, he looked at Zhang Jing fixedly, no emotion could be seen in his dark eyes.

As far as he can remember, he has never been in close contact with anyone, and there are very few physical touches. Even family members rarely have physical contact.

But ever since he met the boy, he never refused the boy's touch, he didn't hate it, but wanted to pamper him.

"Sir..." Zhang Jing begged in a low voice, wanting him to close his eyes again. As long as he stared at him like this, he would be very nervous. His hands trembled so nervous that he couldn't even wipe off the bubbles, but the other party still refused to let him go. .

Zhang Jingshen took a deep breath, suppressed the tension in his heart, gradually regained his composure, and smiled at the other party: "Don't you believe in my skills, sir? Don't be afraid."

After a while, he whispered, "I'm more careful with you than ever."

Jian Min's heart trembled slightly, he saw the young man's face turned red, he was not at all as comfortable as he was at the beginning.

The two were very close, and their breaths were intertwined. Zhang Jing didn't dare to look into each other's eyes, and looked down at his chin, but Jian Min's gaze was too strong for him to ignore, and the air became sticky. He couldn't breathe, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he looked a little pitiful.

"Sir, I'm going to shave." Zhang Jing took the razor, his hands were shaking, and he dared not do it.

"Jingjing." Jian Min called him in a low voice.

The two words were like a reassurance, and Zhang Jing held the razor steadily.The cold blade was pressed against Jian Min's face, and Zhang Jing slowly shaved his chin with the razor along the direction.He looked focused, as if he was working on some great work, and his movements were cautious, for fear of scratching Jian Min's skin.

The young man's warm breath brushed against his face, itching, the light-colored lips inlaid with small beads were slightly opened, and he exhaled in small mouthfuls, obviously nervous, Jian Min could hear his heartbeat, beating again and again, so fast amazing.

After finally cleaning up, Zhang Jing hurriedly stood up straight, he didn't dare to look into Jian Min's eyes, and he didn't dare to look at his lips, for fear that he wouldn't hold back, so he kissed him.

Wash away the remaining foam with warm water, and then dry it with a warm towel. He carefully raised his eyes to peek at Jian Min. Seeing that the person had already closed his eyes, he couldn't help but stare at him. He did it on purpose just now, a cunning adult... …

But the "work" has to continue, he is a professional person.

"Sir, do you want to hear a story?" He pulled out a book, put the book on his lap, and started turning the pages.

The boy's moderate voice sounded in the room, Jian Min's attention was attracted by his voice, and a feeling surged in his heart.

Peace of mind.

With the boy by his side, he would feel at ease like never before.

Jian Min didn't know when he fell asleep, and woke up halfway, he half-opened his eyes, and dimly saw that the boy was still reading page by page, he closed his eyes again, and fell into a deep sleep.

After waking up, he will regain his consciousness. Just as Jian Min was about to stand up, he felt his legs were a bit heavy. When he lowered his head, he saw Zhang Jing curled up on his lap and fell asleep. He didn't move anymore, letting the boy rest.

Zhang Jing woke up after a while, he couldn't sleep well, he was always afraid that Jian Min would wake up, and when he opened his eyes, he would bump into a pair of pupils.

He paused for two seconds, with a big "It's over" written in his mind, he tried to get up in a panic, but his body was limp from sleep, before he could get up, he fell back, half leaning against Jian Min's arms.

shame.

If you want to use force, you can't use it, so you simply cover your face and say in a muffled voice, "Sir, don't get me wrong, I am a serious professional."

Jian Min's voice came from the top of his head: "Is it a serious job to sleep on the customer's lap and not get up in the customer's arms?"

Zhang Jing let out a cry like a small animal from his throat, which was obviously embarrassing.

He didn't sleep yesterday, and he didn't sleep much today. He stayed up until four o'clock before thinking about sleeping quietly, but he didn't expect to sleep in the arms of the guest.

And he was sleepy, sleepy and tired, and he didn't even want to lift his fingers.

Jian Min touched the top of his hair and asked, "Are you still open to other people?"

Zhang Jing showed his eyes. He blinked and said in a low voice, "It's gone. It's only for Mr. Jian."

Tailored.

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