[Chailing] I want to fall in love, but my partner always pretends not to understand!

Lan Sizhui almost forgot about the clothes, he glanced at the crooked white clothes folded in his hands, and said "Hmm" with some difficulty.

The clothes are still the original clothes.

But in Jin Ling's body, after such a round in his hand, some things are no longer the same as before.

Lan Sizhui raised his head and glanced at Jin Ling, not daring to linger too much on his smiling face, and suddenly lost his words.

It seemed that what was being washed was not the underwear, but his heart. It was rubbed repeatedly until it became hot by the hands he had held many times. The cloth slipped between the white and slender fingers, just like those Jin Ling deliberately folded and pressed straight. The creases on the skin were so deep that it was impossible to smooth them out with hands.

All wrinkled and folded over the atrium.

The cold sandalwood air of the past is no longer on the snow-colored blue-edged dark pattern clothing, but now it is full of the fragrance of Venus and snow waves.

It was exactly the same as the breath that he could smell when he got close to him on weekdays.

It's not as strong and aggressive as the incense from the girl's house.It's just faint, with the preciousness of the fairy in the flower and the warmth of the fruit tree, flowing into the unsuspecting heart.

Lan Sizhui subconsciously wanted to touch the tip of his nose to cover up the almost uncontrollable corners of his lips, he let go of his tightly pinched fingertips on the corner of his clothes, and when he was still close to the wing of his nose, there seemed to be no trace of it. The fragrance is more intense.

The hand has been closed on the cloth for a long time, and it is naturally stained with fragrance.

The heartbeat is really strong.

Lan Sizhui covered his lips with his hands instead, coughed lightly and said, "Many, thank you."

"........."

"Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

Originally feeling a little awkward, Jin Ling stared in front of Lan Sizhui's eyes in a daze and remained silent, but now he was suddenly thanked solemnly, and his whole body felt uncomfortable.

"What's there to thank, I haven't thanked you yet, but you should thank me first."

Jin Ling swallowed deeply nervously.

"I..." Lan Sizhui was taken aback by him, he sighed, and couldn't answer for a while.

A Ling is very strange today.

When he opened his eyes just now, he was the only one left on the couch.

He knew that he would wake up naturally at around [-] o'clock, so Jin Ling might have gotten up before the time of mao o'clock today.

Lan Sizhui took a look at the clean underwear that he put on the bedside.

Do you want to grab the clean clothes before you leave?

…………

Forget it, apologies in advance-

"A Ling," Lan Sizhui took a step forward, as if he was about to put his hand on Jin Ling's shoulder, "I'm sorry. I thought..."

"........."

"Stop talking." What was he expecting?How could he expect Lan Yuan to hug him and say some compliments?

The Lan family can only be like that.

But he still couldn't help thinking that even a sentence of "you are so kind" or "I like it very much" is better than nothing.

Jin Ling closed his eyes, then opened them to look elsewhere. "Sorry" and "Thank you", are the two words he hates the most.

In just a short while, Lan Yuan took up both of them.

"I don't listen to sorry," he said.

Although, his "uncle" once walked up with his hands behind his back and told him: "In a person's life, there are two nasty things that must be said."

"One day you'll cry and say it."

At that time, he dismissed it, and even "poohed" and said: "I won't say anything, who can do anything to me."

"........."

He didn't like those words at all, he didn't like the emotion in them.

Jin Ling silently put his hands behind his back.

I feel really smart.

Putting his hands behind his back, so that Lan Sizhui wouldn't notice that he was so tense that he clenched his fingertips together.

He also wouldn't notice the newly scalded red marks on the roots of his fingers and palms due to the ironing of the clothes.

He hesitated and took a few steps on the spot, feeling that he was really stupid.

The hands behind his back made it difficult for him to leave now.Now Lan Sizhui is in front of him, and the curtain of the outer room is behind him, but his hands are behind his back, and the scald marks will be exposed when he turns around.If you withdraw your hand at the moment of turning around, it is simply trying to cover up.

Jin Ling used the pad of his thumb to lightly rub the base of the reddened finger. The place that was originally just red now seemed to be swollen. It felt strange to the touch, as if a small ball of water had accumulated The liquid is under the skin, there is a little numbness, and it is a little itchy.

It seemed that he had lost his sense of touch, so he couldn't help exerting some force.

"Well--"

Jin Ling couldn't help frowning and hissing in a low voice when his fingernails accidentally touched those small blisters.

"........."

In the end, I still couldn't get away with it.

Seeing him biting his lower lip, Lan Sizhui felt a little tired, and then hid his right hand to hide it from him, knowing that something was wrong: "A Ling, give me your hand!"

After relieving the pain of that moment, Jin Ling knew that he couldn't hide it, and he couldn't wave his hands in front of Lan Sizhui to pretend he was doing well, so he could only take a few steps back hard with his neck stuck, his heels hitting the short ones behind him. The table leg made a muffled "boom".

Instinctively, he bent down and reached out to touch the sore place on his heel, and the red marks of the burn appeared in his sight without reservation.

"........."

The willow branches outside the window swayed wildly in the spring breeze like a fool, and Xi Suo shook like a weak patient.

Jin Ling didn't look up, he cleared his throat and coughed again.

"Ha. No, nothing..."

His words were stagnant and he couldn't continue, his hands were stuck on his heels and he couldn't move forward or backward, so he had to stand up slowly, folded his hands and wanted to turn around and go to the outer room.

Jin Ling didn't dare to look at Lan Sizhui, but couldn't help but wonder what he would think.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard footsteps behind him, his arms sank in an instant, and the snow-colored hem swayed under his lowered vision.He turned his head, and under his eyelids, he suddenly met Lan Sizhui's bright red amber eyes under the sunlight.

It's just that the eyes are no longer gentle and calm as usual, but rather anxious.

The pity and thought contained in those eyes seemed to flood out of that translucent iris, following the appearance in his memory over the years, gradually overlapping together.

It was easy for him to lose his disguise and not to be brave.

The wrist of the right hand was grabbed, and it was emptily encircled in the palm.He wanted to pull back, but he didn't want to see that the loose shackles only allowed the wound on his hand not to be scratched and crowded, but he couldn't get out one or two.

The silver bell around his waist jingled with his movements.

Then, as if the small ball in the middle had been taken away, there was a sudden hoarse sound.

Lan Sizhui looked at the person who was no longer struggling in front of him, lowered his gaze, and saw that the white palm was glowing red, and there were scattered small blisters on the base of the fingers, which looked shocking.

"what happened?"

Jin Ling was caught and couldn't let go, so he could only answer honestly, "It's burning."

"I know it's burning." Lan SiZhui saw that he still didn't intend to talk about it, and felt anxious, and said in a deep voice, "A Ling, what did you do to make this happen again?"

It's his fault for waking up late today, if he was with Ah Ling, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened.

If he had washed the clothes yesterday, Ah Ling wouldn't have gotten up early.

He seemed to be talking to himself: "...Blame me."

Lan Sizhui's voice was shallow, but the strength to hold onto his wrist was a bit scary, and he had to pay attention not to touch the wound, his fingertips turned white.

"Blame your size, what's the use of blaming you? I iron the clothes myself, so I can't blame you." Jin Ling couldn't hear him blaming himself like this, and said anxiously: "I did it all myself, and it's not a problem. "

He moved his fingertips and flexed his wrist in front of Lan Sizhui, as if he was anxious to show something to calm his mind: "Look, it's really all right."

Lan Yuan didn't know who he had learned from this frowning look, it really didn't match his face, and Jin Ling couldn't help shaking his head.

This kind of panic is really rare, but every time he sees something about himself, he has to look like this, and he is completely different from the usual calm Lan Sizhui, which makes him a little bit overwhelmed.

She was born with a pair of peach blossom eyes, so she just needs to smile more.

Before he could turn his wrist a few more times, Lan Sizhui pressed it down for him: "I'll give you medicine."

The scalded blisters need to be popped and applied with medicine to heal. Jin Ling watched Lan Sizhui go to light the lamp, and then asked the inn person to borrow a needle, feeling terrified for no reason.

He is really afraid of these sharp things. The silvery embroidery needles under the orange-red firelight look very much like the slender legs of an eight-legged spider, or the thin thorns hidden under the pink leaves of the purple-leaved barberry. It pricked his hand and scratched the skin, leaving a long thin line of light-colored blood that made his skin itchy.

"Or, I'll do it myself."

Seeing that Lan Sizhui's hot thin needle was covered with blue ochre, which was weird and dangerous, Jin Ling blinked a few times suddenly, but his eyes were stuck on the sharp needle point and couldn't be torn off.

He decided to make a quick decision, but it was just to make a fuss, guessing that Jin Ling himself hadn't done anything.

Lan Sizhui looked at him with some doubts, and originally wanted to say something, but the thin needle in his hand had already been snatched away by his dexterous fingers.

"What's the big deal." Jin Ling looked at the tip of the needle, and the words were slurred in his mouth by the act of swallowing.

He shook the wrist of his right hand, shaking the whole hand as if it was about to be dislocated, as if to shake off the sense of fear attached to that hand.

Holding the thin needle in his left hand, pinching it tightly, Jin Ling closed his eyes for a moment, as if he was about to poke upwards.

Only he knew that his hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

"A-Ling, wait a minute." Seeing his gesture, Lan Sizuo's heart tightened, fearing that he would stab her, she quickly persuaded him: "You can't use one hand, so give it to me."

Looking at Jin Ling's hands that suddenly stopped and his shoulders that relaxed because of a secret sigh of relief, even if he didn't say a word, he understood.

Ah Ling is always like this.

"What are you yelling!" Jin Ling was still hesitating at first, tentatively poking up, but was interrupted by Lan Sizhui's sudden sound, and almost stabbed his hand in panic.

He almost reached the end of the needle, and it looked like it was going to be out of hand at any moment.

Now that Lan Sizhui had found the stairs for him, Jin Ling carefully returned the needle.He watched his hand being held by Lan Sizhui's palm, and he was already gesturing on it to pop those small blisters, his wrist could not help but flinch: "Boy, be careful."

As he said that, he still seemed a little worried, and said again: "It won't bleed, will it?"

Jin Ling was really nervous, turned his toes to the side, rubbed the hem of his boots on the ground slightly, and his eyes wandered.

To be honest, he really didn't dare to look at it.

The palm of Lan Sizhui's hand holding him was extremely stable, his thumb was warm and cool, pressing against the creases of the palm, his eyes were all carefully focused on the base of the finger, Jin Ling felt that the eyes seemed to have a substance, focused on the There was heat in that place.

"It's okay, it won't hurt." The light-colored lips parted slightly, uttering words that made people feel at ease.His eyelashes drooped down, covering a large thin shadow, looking extremely soft.

Jin Ling thought, if he wanted to comfort himself for a while because he was afraid of getting a needle, he would have to refute it vigorously.

"You don't need to look at it, Ah Ling, can you help me find a small bottle with a blue cap in the Qiankun bag?"

"..."

For some unknown reason, Jin Ling suddenly felt dry in his mouth. He put his other hand on his lap and clasped the folds of his clothes, and then tightly rolled it into his palm.

He was not surprised at all by Lan Sizhui's words. Jin Ling thought about it seriously, and then turned his head to look at the Qiankun bag at hand.

Lan wished he always looked like this.

His hand felt cold, and then it seemed like water gushed out again.When Jin Ling looked at it from the corner of his eye, the thin needle that frightened him had already been put away, and a soft cloth was gently pressing on it.

Really, it doesn't hurt at all.

Even the back of the hand that was held in the palm still had some slight itchiness, rubbing against the lines of the palm, and ironing it with the cool heat.

"All right."

Lan Sizhui saw that he was still twisting his neck, but his eyes had already wandered over, still wanting to see him, so he couldn't help but softly said: "There is no need for needles anymore."

He took the blue-capped vial, and the translucent ointment melted on the reddened fingertips. The coolness covered the burning of the burn, and penetrated into the flesh and bone crevices, making Jin Ling subconsciously twitch slightly, but Being held tighter.

"Don't move, Ah Ling." A light and slightly transparent gauze was wound up, and it was wrapped around twice to fit the smooth line of the palm, and tied into a beautiful knot.

Jin Ling stared at the bow-shaped knot that seemed to be tied in a certain order deliberately, and all the events of a certain night came to his mind.

He only felt ashamed and annoyed on the face, and he muttered in his heart: Lan Yuan really wanted to take revenge on what I bandaged him last time.

But the wound was impeccable. He turned his wrist and moved his fingertips without any stiffness at all.

It's just that the knot is so cute.

The bandages were all wrapped up, but Lan Sizhui still didn't seem to want to let go of him. He looked at the snow-white bandages quietly, and suddenly looked up into Jin Ling's eyes: "I don't worry...you Back to Jinlin Terrace."

He opened his lips several times, but choked him again, and finally lost his logic when he said it: "When you go back, don't..." He paused, "Take care of yourself."

"Do you want to go back to Jinlin Terrace with me!"

Lan Sizhui's eyes flickered suddenly.

"No, I... I was joking." Jin Ling didn't expect him to be thinking seriously, and quickly shook his head, "Not now, but, at the latest, next month... No, mid-month, mid-month. "

"I invite you to come." In the manner of Jin Zongzhu.

He is the most honorable guest.

"........."

"A Ling, don't force yourself." Lan Sizhui let go of his hand, but suddenly stood up and leaned over, wrapped his arms around Jin Ling's shoulders, and hugged him tightly.

"I'm sorry, I...can't help you much."

"Don't tell me I'm sorry, I don't want to hear it."

Jin Ling was stunned by this sudden hug and froze for a moment. He rested his chin on Lan Sizhui's straight shoulder line. He couldn't see Lan Sizhui's expression, but he noticed an imperceptible tremor.

With a faint scent of sandalwood lingering on the tip of his nose, he stretched out his arms to wrap around the slender body.

"Anyway, I will never say these three words to you, so you have the right to be even."

"Don't talk about it again."

It's rare.

Lan Yuan started to "show weakness" to him?

That would have to be coaxed.

"Don't worry, I'm amazing!" Jin Ling arched his head sideways into Lan Sizhui's shoulder socket, pressed his forehead against the warm pulse, pressed his fingertips against his back and patted him lightly a few times.

"I'm better than them all."

The wind outside the window has stopped, and it is a good time for spring.Fragments of sunlight penetrated into the gaps in the branches and plated in Lan Sizhui's eyes. His breathing was stagnant, and then he closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

"........."

"it is good."