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

"Now I'll help you soak your feet, and you can take a bath later."

"........."

The silk curtain hanging on the bed was shaken by the wind, and a corner hanging in the air swirled on the pillow and flitted around in a circle, like the tail fin of a fish drawing rippling arcs on the water.

Jin Ling's hand that had been pushing Lan Sizhui's forearm stopped suddenly, and froze there randomly, at a loss for what to do.The soles of his feet were still being held in his hands, as if he had pinched the weak point of his Achilles' heel. He only needed to press it a little, knead it for even a second, and that strange and endless feeling, which overflowed into the depths of the bone marrow, would It will diffuse up from the contact point of the soft flesh of the arch of the foot.

"...Why are you even more stubborn than my uncle now?" The numb tendon stretched from the bottom of the foot to the knee, and was softened by the hot and humid cloth towel covering it. The muscles, bones and muscles of the whole leg were numb. , The slight strain caused by kneeling for a long time is gradually fading.Jin Ling let out a long breath, and tried his best to relax the insteps of his feet that were subconsciously tensed due to the stimulation. The words were muttered on the tip of his tongue as if he was talking to himself: "You used to agree with everything I said."

After being pressed and rubbed for a while, the soreness, numbness and itchiness that was difficult to describe at the beginning gradually subsided, replaced by the warmth of the feet soaked in hot water, the toes to the ankles were completely enclosed, The transpiration made his will loose, and for some reason he began to feel drowsy.

"Are you ready?" Jin Ling raised his hand to cover the lower half of his face, and yawned big: "I'm sleepy."

The circles of his eyes were red, and some tears overflowed from the sourness, sticking to the eyelashes and flapping them one by one in the blink of an eye, like beads on crow blue.

"Are you sleepy?" Lan Sizhui gently put down his right foot, lifted the cloth towel on his knee, and dried his calf, "It's easy to get sleepy after soaking in hot water."

Just now, press from the bottom of the foot, the inner and outer sides all the way to the top of the instep, it only takes one stick of incense.He dried those feet and put them on the cotton cloth of his sleeping shoes.The skin on that foot was a bit pale due to not seeing the sun for many years, and there were a few faint blue veins distributed on the instep, which made the skin texture appear to be transparent.

Leaving the hot water and being in contact with the coolness brought by the air made Jin Ling wake up a little bit. He shrank his lower legs and hugged his feet, staring at the insteps of his feet that had sunk into the cotton mattress on the edge of the bed, which had been kneaded red and limp. He leaned his feet together and rubbed them together.

A little numb.

Lan Sizhui cleaned up the basin, and said to Jin Ling, "If Ah Ling is sleepy, go to bed early after bathing, and I'll get you some water."

"Yeah." Xu Shi's Zuxin acupoint is connected to his whole body, and now he has been fumigated and massaged for a long time, not only his body is soft and transparent, but his head is also not very clear.Jin Ling sat on the edge of the couch with his knees hugged, tilted his head and subconsciously stared at Lan Sizhui's every move, until he saw him holding two wooden basins and pushing the door to leave the room, then he suddenly realized: "Wait a minute, Lan Sizhui Wish, I will go with you."

"I'll get my bath water myself." He didn't even look at the soft-soled bed shoes just now, he stepped into the boots that Lan Sizhui put on the side of the pedals, and was about to run over in three steps at a time.

The legs and feet that had just been loosened by rubbing were different from usual, and they were somewhat unable to use their strength. Jin Ling pushed open the wooden door first, and raised his right leg not too high.He hastened to stop the tendency of striding out with his left leg in a split, stabilized his figure, and without turning his head, he argued before Lan Sizhui said, "Hey, this door is low on the left and high on the right, it should be repaired." .”

"........."

Lan Sizhui glanced at Jin Ling, didn't say anything, just walked up a few steps quickly, and walked side by side with him to the compartment where the water was boiled at the back of the yard.

The water had already been poured out, and the two wooden basins were stacked together, and a towel on top was swayed by the evening wind, making Jin Ling's eyes itch from the shaking: "...how about I get it?"

"No need." Lan Sizhui lifted the wooden basin up, shook his head lightly and said, "It's not heavy, just walk with me, Ah Ling."

"Who wants to accompany you for a walk? I'm going to carry water." Jin Ling glanced at the smile on Lan Sizhui's face, and his eyes became more uncomfortable. Very tough: "I can do this kind of thing myself, don't always help me do it all."

"But……"

"No but, it's not that I have broken a leg or a hand. I want you to take care of me like this." Jin Ling said halfway, and suddenly laughed as if he thought something was very interesting, and then joked: "Ha, if my uncle is serious this time You broke my leg, it's not too late for you to take care of me like this."

"However, if your leg is broken, you will have to take care of me for a long time. I will be more demanding if you are injured for a hundred days. By then, you will be bored to death. How can you..."

"No." Lan Sizhui didn't listen to him, and answered him directly.

Jin Ling spoke with enthusiasm, and his legs and feet became smoother and smoother.The acupoint massage made the meridians unobstructed, and he walked with wind, and if he didn't pay attention, he would get far away, so he couldn't hear Lan Sizhui's answer that cut off his gibberish.

He vaguely heard Lan Sizhui talking, but he really didn't know what he was talking about, so he stopped in his tracks, turned around and asked, "Huh? What?"

"will not."

"Why not?" Jin Ling looked at Lan Sizhui's lowered eyelids, and couldn't get his head around for a while, forgetting what question he asked in the first place.He was a little confused: "Lan Yuan, what did you say?"

When Lan Sizhui heard this, he looked up at him in a strange way, choked for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "Why would I bother you..."

"........."

"I made an oath with Sect Master Jiang to always take care of you." Lan Sizhui followed behind him, the evening wind in spring blew his hair and the corners of his clothes, the snow-colored white clothes reflected the silver of the moon, flowing freely .He had to hold the wooden basin with both hands, and he couldn't hold Jin Ling with his hands, and he didn't want him to walk too fast or too far, so his voice was a little anxious and embarrassed: "I won't bother you, I won't."

"So..." The two were very close, as if there was an unbreakable bond and trust between them.Lan Sizhui spoke very slowly, but every word hit Jin Ling's heart: "So, it doesn't matter if Ah Ling relies on me a little bit."

"You don't have to do everything yourself, I can help you too."

It is clear that the toffee has been snatched away, why is it still sweet in my mouth after so long?

Jin Ling kicked the blue bricks under his feet with every step, he smacked his lips, and slid his lower lip over the tip of his teeth to bite lightly.

Lan Yuan usually looks elegant and dignified, but now he speaks more and more sweetly.

To coax him as a little girl?

"You are really..." Jin Ling glared at Lan Sizhui viciously, walked with him through the wall with his hands behind his back, and said, "You did it on purpose, knowing that I can't bear it when you say this and you still want to take this kind of thing." Talk to me."

He counted his steps, as if deliberately maintaining the same frequency of left and right feet as Lan Sizhui.Both pairs of boots are white toes, but one pair is plain white and the other has some dark gold patterns.Jin Ling took a few more glances, only to feel that there was something fuzzy in his heart that was scratching endlessly, so he took a few steps faster and staggered away from Lan Sizhui, staring straight ahead and no longer wandering around, even the corner of his vision was gone. .

"I didn't coax you. I said this before, maybe you don't remember." Lan Sizhui couldn't help laughing when he saw Jin Ling stepping awkwardly into the small courtyard.He pointed to the large pot that was warming on the stove and the two buckets beside him and said, "Then Ah Ling will help me now."

"Oh." The proposal was sincere, and Jin Ling didn't go into it. He and Lan Sizhui moved all the warm water in the pot to the back of the screen in the master bedroom.

The graffiti-covered wooden bucket stuck behind the screen was so big that it filled Jin Ling's entire line of sight.

"Where did you find the barrel!"

The tall bucket full of water is quite heavy, even if you hold it with both hands, it feels a bit heavy.Jin Ling had been thinking of putting down and resting before entering the door, but when he finally got there, looking at the masterpiece of his childhood scribbles on the bathtub, he felt shame and embarrassment welling up all of a sudden, and he forgot what was on his hand. Standing there straight, his eyes widened.

How could he forget this matter!There are a lot of things from my childhood to adulthood piled up in the side room, Lan Yuan even found this tub, wouldn't all the other things be seen now?

"You actually took this bucket!" Jin Ling's eyes were really sharpened by those childish little dogs and little flowers. He clenched the handle of the bucket in his hand, and he didn't even bark at Lan Yuan. Exasperated, he said: "If you don't take other buckets, you just take this one. Are you sick, Lan Sizhui?"

"...No, I," before Lan Sizhui could finish, was interrupted by Jin Ling anxiously: "If you still bring the little wooden duck, I'll never finish with you today!"

He put down the bucket in his hand with a bang, and some water droplets couldn't help but splashed on the corner of his robe.Not caring too much, he rushed over in two big strides to look at the wooden basin with saponins on the side cabinet.

Inside the wooden basin, there are only saponins and cloth towels neatly placed.

Nothing he imagined in his head.

Jin Ling let out a long breath, recalling that Lan Sizhui seemed to want to say something just now, he frowned and asked him, "What did you just say?"

Lan Sizhui was a little dazed: "I didn't choose this one on purpose, it's because there was only this tub in the side room just now."

"........."

This tub...

Jin Ling remembered that the last time he went back to Lianhuawu, he quarreled violently with his uncle. He got hot in the evening after taking a bath, kicked the original bathtub, and broke a part of the wooden boards on the bottom floor. It's leaking, and it looks like it can't be used anymore.

The next day his uncle still laughed at him: "It's just right if the kick is broken, you can finally use that flower tub that you were noisy about when you were a child." Jin Ling jumped out of the door angrily, and never spent the night in Lotus Pier again.

Who would have expected that Jiang Cheng's words would be followed today, and he could only use that embarrassing "flower bath bucket".

This tub was the one he made for Sect Master Jiang when he sneaked into the workshop when he was a child and hadn't painted it yet.The single ink color was painted gaudy by him, and finally his uncle saw it and gave it to him as it was.

Jin Ling felt dizzy when he thought about it.

Stretching his head and retracting his head, but just taking a bath in this bathtub, Lan Yuan has seen all the jokes, so what is this thing?

He made a gesture to reach out to pull the belt around his waist, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Lan Sizhui's figure hastily turning over, and his unsteady voice: "I'm going to get you a change of clothes."

"Cut." Jin Ling held back a muffled laugh, watched the snow-white corner quickly disappear by the edge of the screen, carried the bucket to fill the bathtub with hot water, took off his clothes and walked in directly.

He knew that Lan Sizhui was conservative and stubborn, it was impossible to watch him take off his clothes and take a bath, let alone laugh at his bathtub under such circumstances.

The hot water enveloped his whole body, and Jin Ling shrank into the bathtub, leaving only half of his face where his eyes and nose were exposed out of the water.He was leaning against the edge of the tub, with his head tilted back, most of his hair was soaked in hot water, forming a few large strands and sticking to his back, or a few disobedient strands floating on the water surface, sticking to his back. on the chin.

There was a slight sound of swaying water in the cubicle, and when Lan Sizhui took the clothes and gently opened the door, this was the scene he saw.

A gust of hot air rushed towards his face. Jin Ling didn't hear the deliberately light footsteps in the spacious wooden barrel behind the wooden screen. His hair was scratching uncomfortably. He raised his hand to brush the hair at the back of his head, and he was about to gather it up. With his movements, his smooth shoulders were exposed out of the water, and the line of the collarbone on his neck seemed to be elongated and clearly visible.

Holding the smooth cloth in his hand, Lan Sizhui froze in place.

This body has been embraced by him many times.Many different wounds on this body were also healed with medicine himself.From the front shoulders to the back, from the elbows to the fingertips, from the sides of the legs to the ankles, they have all been seen and touched.But now that the body has lost its clothes and is soaked in water, covered by a wooden barrel, something is always different.Lan Sizhui approached slowly, put the change of clothes on the side cabinet, took the hair that was a little heavier from the water with both hands, and smoothed it out of the bathtub.

"Blue Wish?"

The space behind the screen is divided by the heat into a cloud-like misty artistic conception, which makes people's spirits hazy.Jin Ling was soaking in the tub, and the drowsiness that had just been blown away by the night wind came back up little by little. He closed his eyes, but was irritated by the disturbance of his hair.At this moment, Lan Sizhui brushed his hair back for him, and as soon as his shoulders relaxed, he felt even more slack in his heart: "Why are you here?"

"Get you clothes."

The slightly slashed shoulders were not covered by the black hair, and at this moment it revealed its white texture, which seemed more delicate in the steaming heat, and one couldn't help thinking about its touch.Lan Sizhui saw Jin Ling leaning on the edge of the bucket, with one foot stretched out and the other bent, unable to support his upper body, fearing that he would fall into the water from sleepiness, so he raised his hand to press his shoulder.

"Hey, it's itchy. Don't scratch the back of my neck." Jin Ling raised his head high, and hummed softly in his throat: "You moved my hair to the front again."

He turned his head sideways and squinted his eyes to see Lan Sizhui behind him, his upper body turned and slid a trail in the water.Blinking, his right hand broke out from the water and stretched straight towards Lan Sizhui's forehead.

He paused again only an inch away from the corner of his forehead, his fingertips curled up a bit.

"Would you like to wipe your forehead?"

After all, he seemed to have remembered the reason, lowered his eyes and murmured: "Oh, you took it off a long time ago."

"I was going to use it to tie my hair."

Jin Ling brushed back the long wet hair that fell down his side cheeks, pushed all of it behind his ears, and said rather disgustedly: "It's too uncomfortable to wear."

"........."

"Would you like me to wash your hair?"

The light from the warm candle softly hit Lan Sizhui's face, and his voice became extremely soothing.Jin Ling was soaked in the water so soft and lazy, it was natural that Lan Sizhui was willing to wash his hair for such a troublesome thing, so he nodded, sat upright with his knees hugged, "Okay."

There is a handful of long hair in his hand, entangled in the water, and then rises due to the buoyancy of the water. Looking at it this way, it looks like ink that has entered the water.Lan Sizhui stood behind Jin Ling, picked up a ladle on the side, scooped up a ladle of hot water and poured it on the back of the top of his hair, slowly wetting all his long hair.

"A Ling, close your eyes."

The soap from the shampoo formed tiny bubbles, which flowed down the water and flowed into the bathtub.Run your fingertips through the hot and humid hair, straighten out the knots one by one, and then wash it thoroughly with a ladle of water.

Jin Ling sat quietly in the bucket, closed his eyes and started wandering again.The back of his head was firmly supported by Lan Sizhui's hands, so he could speak, "Lan Yuan."

"En." Lan Sizhui responded in a low voice, and relaxed his movements, carefully controlling the flow of water so that it wouldn't overflow Jin Ling's forehead.

"Do you really want to return the bell to my uncle today?"

"........."

Hearing his silence, Jin Ling opened his eyes anxiously, "Did I tell you...about that bell?" Subconsciously, he was about to turn his head to look at Lan Sizhui, but he was pressed Living.

"Don't move, be careful that the foam will fall into your eyes." Lan Sizui stopped his movement, and continued: "I know, the one you gave me is also Qingxin Bell, right?"

Jin Ling had no choice but to close his eyes as they were, but he was very puzzled: "You know?"

"Yes. Senior Wei told me."

"He... what did he say?"

"He taught me a spell." Lan Sizhui washed off the scum, wiped off the water droplets on Jin Ling's forehead with a dry cloth, and combed his washed hair with both hands, fastening it with a single hairpin. overhead.

As soon as the hand on his head was moved away, Jin Ling could not wait to turn around: "What spell?" He was so nervous that his eyelashes were trembling: "Did he say anything else?"

"...What else?" Lan Sizhui was also taken aback for a moment, he stretched out his hand to stroke Jin Ling's randomly raised bangs on his forehead, shook his head and said, "Apart from the induction technique, I didn't say anything... ..."

Lan Sizhui spoke extremely slowly, as if recalling the conversation that day, but Jin Ling couldn't wait for him to grind slowly, a little uncertainty was swelling in his mind, he bit his lower lip, and asked him softly : "Did he say that this bell... actually... belongs to people from Lianhuawu, it's..."

The four words "token of love" seemed to swell in his throat like a fat sea full of water. It was obviously swollen to the point of being blocked, but tiny fluff protruded in all directions, itching him so much that he wished he could get rid of it all at once. Cough it out of your throat.

"Uh, you know, it's like..." Jin Ling raised the corner of his eyes to look at Lan Sizhui's face, and then his eyes drifted to the skin that he always wears to wipe his forehead. He gritted his teeth and blurted out: "Just A keepsake like your forehead wiping, you know."

"........."

The dew-wet window printed the shadows of the branches and leaves outside the window, but inside the window there was an orange light flickering gently, and the light and shadow all over the place mixed with the shadows of people overlapping and scattered.

Lan Sizhui seldom showed such a shocked expression that he couldn't speak. He was still holding the semi-dry cloth towel after wiping Jin Ling's hair, and now his palms trembled in shock from this shocking words. Half of the cloth towel slipped into the tub, soaked up the water, and got completely damp.

"I...I am..." Lan Sizhui took a few quick breaths before uttering some incoherent words: "I don't know about this bell...I never thought about..."

What did he say when he held the bell?

"If this thing will harm Ah Ling at Lan Yuan's place, I hope you can return this thing." "I know, this is Qingxin Bell."

How can the token of the destined person be given and returned at will.Does he know?He really doesn't know anything.

Once some words are spoken, my heart immediately relaxes.As soon as Jin Ling finished speaking, he let out a long sigh of relief, and didn't steal a glance at Lan Sizhui again. He twisted his neck back in a fair manner, but saw Lan Sizhui's expression of astonishment to the point of guilt.

Lan Yuan is more nervous than him by doing this?

"Lan Yuan?" He heard Lan Sizhui's series of illogical words, and suddenly smiled: "I didn't mean to blame you, why are you panicking."

"I..." Lan Sizhui saw Jin Ling lift up his wet hand, lightly pressed the back of his hand with his slender fingers, and hummed softly: "You didn't know before, but you know now, I But I won't say it a second time."

"........."

He raised his neck, exposing his snow-white neck, as if deliberately trying to make things difficult: "At that time, I thought you would talk nonsense after hearing what uncle said. Why, you scared me half to death, don't you think you should pay me something?"

Lan Sizhui's hands were still clutching the white cloth towel that had been siphoned from the water in the tub, and the fingers were so tight that water would almost come out.He looked into Jin Ling's eyes, and his pupils flickered: "Then, Ah Ling...what do you want?"

"Do you have to tell me?" Jin Ling turned his whole body away, turned his back to Lan Sizhui, leaned back against the barrel wall in a relaxed manner, and pursed the corners of his lips: "Lan May you be stupid, if I said it myself What's the point of that?"

"what?"

"Forget it, you are really boring." He crossed his arms, "help me add some hot water."

Lan Sizhui did as he said, but he looked a little stupid and hadn't recovered yet.How did he do it?Jin Ling frowned, stretched out his hand to pull Lan Sizhui's arm, and said loudly, "My shoulder hurts, please massage it for me."

He put the bony and slender hands that were used to playing the piano and plucked the strings on his shoulders, patted lightly, and said: "I said, make it up, you press it."

The cloth towel was wrung out and placed on the wooden stand, Lan Sizui rolled up his sleeves and leaned against the tub. "Okay." He exerted a three-point force on his fingertips, and saw that the shoulder under his palm moved violently because he was afraid of tickle, and then relaxed again, without even turning his head. "Is it okay?" Lan Sizhui's palm brushed across his collarbone from the end of his neck, scraping off his not-so-straight shoulders and back, and sighed softly, "Does your back hurt?"

"...No." Jin Ling turned his head to look at that warm hand, but saw that the cuffs of his snow-colored jacket had slipped off several folds at some point, and had fallen into the water in the bathtub. , the color is deep.He clasped Lan Sizhui's wrist backwards with one hand, lifting it out of the water.

"Your sleeves are wet."

"It's nothing, I'll change it later." Lan Sizhui withdrew his hand and kneaded Jin Ling's tense back of neck with his fingertips.The muscles that were originally sore and swollen were kneaded and twisted in this way, and the numb tendons hidden in the flesh were scraped away. The fatigue and pain that had been trapped in the neck in the past were activated in an instant, and there were sudden and sudden strange movements. Come.

"what!"

He couldn't hold his breath for long, Jin Ling held his breath and endured the soreness and numbness in the hollow of his shoulder, and when he didn't pay attention, he was almost stunned by the sudden force, and let out a muffled moan that was so clear that it stuck in his nasal cavity. breath.

"Is it sore here?" Lan Sizhui changed the base of his thumb and massaged the acupuncture points gently around the meridian, trying to relax the tense muscles there little by little.

"No!" Jin Ling could only feel that uncontrollable exhaled voice whirling around his ears, it was so sticky that it didn't seem like his own voice.For a moment, the blood surged up, his cheeks were flushed, and the tip of his nose was sweating: "I'm in pain, and you didn't hit it hard?"

"Then I'll take it easy."

Seeing that Lan Sizhui was about to strike at his skin that was sore, swollen and numb when he pinched it, Jin Ling grabbed his hand and held on, saying, "You don't understand what I'm saying? I told you not to press it!"

"A Ling, if it hurts, it means there is a crux of the injury, it's better to rub it loose."

"...Your hands are too strong." Jin Ling curled his lips involuntarily, kneading his right shoulder with "lighter" strength, and inadvertently muttered: "Sister Ying is much lighter than you gone."

He thought his voice was very low, but it was mostly covered by his splashing water, so Lan Sizhui probably couldn't hear him.It's a pity that he didn't look back. When Lan Sizhui pressed the back of his neck, in order to find out the position of the meridian, he got close to him, so he naturally listened to his "whispering" every word. go.

"........."

"Ying, sister?"

"Ah? You heard that."

"Hmm." The hands with sharp knuckles were tightened and rested on the shoulders, and the person was also silent for a while.

Lan Sizhui straightened up, Jin Ling opened his eyes to look at him in some puzzlement, his upturned face looked a little provocatively innocent.

"What's wrong?"

"..." Now even those hands were withdrawn.

"Lan Yuan?" Jin Ling felt something was wrong, grabbed the edge of the tub and turned his upper body to see Lan Sizhui's expression, recalling what he had just said.

"Sister Ying," he looked at Lan Sizhui's lowered eyes, and knew what he had said that had misunderstood him, so he immediately explained: "She is from Lianhuawu, and she told me about that bell before."

"........."

So that girl not only pressed Jin Ling's shoulder, but also told him that the bell was for his sweetheart?

It was a lie to say that I didn't feel a little uncomfortable, Lan Sizhui opened his lips and wanted to change the topic, but Jin Ling sighed and said again: "Oh, don't think too much, I was young when I met her." He scratched his forehead, "Except for my uncle, Lianhuawu is the only one who can take care of me."

"But she's already married now... um!"

Jin Ling was rushed towards him so abruptly, he put his hands on the edge of the bucket to stabilize his falling body. Just as he was about to reprimand him, he was hugged by his shoulders again. There was a warm feeling between his brows. There was something soft. stick it there.He was forcibly interrupted after half a sentence, Lan Sizhui lightly covered his lips with one hand, lowered his head and kissed from the clean forehead, along the brow and the straight cartilage on the bridge of the nose, and brushed over his lips. The round upper lip, which was slightly opened, landed on the corner of the mouth and bit it lightly.

The hand on the shoulder was tightened, and she turned her head to kiss his cheek.

"Are you angry?" Jin Ling was a little dazed by the sudden string of pecking kisses, and almost smirked. He only thought that Lan Sizhui's appearance was extremely funny, so he wanted to tease him a few words: " It turns out that Lan Yuan will also be angry with you because of this kind of thing?"

"What's this called? Oh yes," he winked at Lan Sizhui's lips, making a "jealous" mouth shape.

"Not angry."

"Then what did you suddenly stop doing? You still want to bite me?"

"I didn't bite you." Lan Sizhui denied it not very quickly, "...I feel a little sad that she can accompany and take care of you when you grow up, but I'm not angry."

Jin Ling watched him calmly turn his blushing face away, as usual, intending to avoid talking about such physical contact.Said that he blushed and was about to be ashamed, but also stubborn when kissing him, Jin Ling only felt angry and funny in his heart, and simply shrank into the water, sinking himself into the water without saying a word.Leaving only a jade-white shoulder exposed above the water, he turned away from looking at him.

"...All right, Sister Ying is already married anyway." Jin Ling looked at the soapy foamy bath water, gave up the idea of ​​bubbling, and just buried his face in the center of his arms, with a muffled voice. He said: "When she got married, I saw that she lost the bell, and I asked her to tell me...that is, a token of love."

"If there is no sister Ying, Lan Yuan, you will not be able to receive my bell, let alone if you still want to kiss me now, will I not admit it?"

"........."

The lips that were always smiling and warm slowly moved closer, and the pair of deep black eyes were getting closer and closer. At this moment, she was looking at him with incomparable concentration. "Yes, I kissed you." Lan Sizhui said.

A chuckle sounded next to his ear, "Why are you laughing again?" Jin Ling pursed the corners of his lips in displeasure, but felt a soft and gentle kiss the next moment.

The imprinted kiss left as soon as it was touched, spreading from the lips to the cheeks, behind the ears, like a gentle spring breeze, and the breath sprayed on the skin was also warm and soft.

Jin Ling's eyelashes moved twice, and then he closed his eyes.

He seemed to understand the complicated thoughts that were running around in his head and heart, just like Lan Sizhui's appearance, it was only revealed for him.

"It's fine if you're willing to admit it." A drop of water on Jin Ling's forehead finally fell into the bathtub, and landed on the surface of the calm water with a thud. Shoulder?"

"Okay." Lan Sizhui looked at the round shoulders that were steaming red in the bathtub, and kneaded them with three-point force of his fingertips.The strength was intentionally lightened, but some spiritual flow was brought in, so that the stagnant meridians would dissipate faster.

The gentle spiritual flow flows along the meridians, which is naturally very refreshing.Lan Sizhui watched the shoulders under his hands gradually relax and soften, and he leaned back a little bit, "Is that all right?"

"Let's be so-so."

Knowing that this will be the result every time, why bother to not listen at the beginning but always have to go through such a round of awkwardness?

Jin Ling himself didn't know, nor did he want to know.He snorted, glanced at Lan Sizhui twice, and turned his head away.But the hands holding his legs secretly added some strength, and his knees were faintly visible under the water.

"Blue Wish."

"Ok?"

"I'm hungry."

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"Lan Yuan, I'm hungry."

"Ok?"

"I want to eat jujube paste cake, small square cake, three delicacies wonton, wine glutinous rice dumpling, tofu flower, boat point, green dumpling, eight-treasure rice."

"Pi snail shrimp, ginseng fish, peeled yellow croaker, grouper fish soup, yellow stewed carapace, honey sauce fire recipe, cherry meat, female oil boat duck, rotten paste, yellow braised chestnut chicken, water shield and whitebait soup, Wansan hoof, Ring oil eel paste, Jinxiang cake, three sets of duck, Soviet-style sauced meat and sauced duck..."