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Liao Muyang walked back home quickly, he just wanted to take a quick shower, his skin was dry after being wet by the rain, which made him feel nervous no matter what.

As soon as he went upstairs after taking off his sweater, his footsteps paused with his mind.

He stood there and thought for a while, then turned around and walked towards Lin Sheng's guest room, quietly opened the door and walked in. Seeing that there was no one on the bed and the light in the bathroom was still on, he felt relieved.

Exiting the room and closing the door softly in one go, he turned straight and walked back to the bathroom in his room. The battle bath, which took less than 5 minutes, seemed to be worried that the poor child had been waiting alone for a long time.

Liao Muyang held the towel wrapped around his neck with his left hand and wiped his wet hair. With his right hand, he took out the warmed milk in the microwave with his anti-scald glove.

He changed the container as usual, holding the ceramic cup and carrying the medicine box, and strode towards the guest room on the second floor.

He originally wanted to make a cup of brown sugar ginger tea for Lin Sheng to relieve the cold. After all, Lin Sheng's small physique seemed to him to be blown away by the slightest wind, not to mention the coldness of his heart after being drenched in the rain.

It's a pity that Brother Liao is a really casual rough guy. With his physique, sending him to the South Pole for an hour in the wind probably won't cause any serious problems. Naturally, Quhan's brown sugar ginger tea will not appear in his lonely kitchen.

Fortunately, thanks to the purchase yesterday, there was still a large jug of milk in the refrigerator. Liao Muyang thought that it was time for dinner, and warming milk to relieve the cold would be more practical than ginger tea.

He went up to the second floor and raised his hand to knock on the door twice, signaling to Lin Sheng that he was going to come in, and then opened the door.

It is naturally impossible to wait for Lin Sheng's answer, so this knock on the door is just a reminder.

Hearing two knocks on the door, Lin Sheng got off the bed unconsciously, staring at Liao Muyang in a daze with downcast eyes, and the white knuckles of the hands on the left and right sides, all showing that His flustered.

Liao Muyang looked at Lin Sheng's cautious look, and he was no stranger to it.

With one hand, he passed the milk towards Lin Sheng, and with the other hand, he casually put the medicine box on the bedside table.

Lin Sheng caught sight of Liao Muyang handing something to him out of the corner of his eye, and hurriedly took it before he could see what it was.

Fortunately, ceramics don't conduct heat very well, and Lin Sheng just felt warm when he received the temperature in his hand.

The sweet milky fragrance passed along Lin Sheng's hand to his pen, and this warm smell invisibly relaxed Lin Sheng's tension.

Liao Muyang tilted his head and wiped his head with a towel, while watching Lin Sheng holding the milk in a daze, he spoke directly.

"What are you looking at, drink it while it's hot."

After getting along with each other for these two days, Lin Sheng also understood Liao Muyang's character more or less, knowing that his character doesn't really like other people's excuses, so he simply stopped saying thank you.

Nodding obediently, he took a small sip of the milk and drank it.

Liao Muyang leaned against the wall, looked at Lin Sheng who was getting thinner and thinner in his pajamas, and clicked his tongue in his heart.

Turning his gaze a little, he landed on Lin Sheng's still wet hair, and the silent tut in his heart really tutted out.

Liao Muyang took two steps towards Lin Sheng, walked up to him, squeezed the towel in his hand, and rubbed it over the head of the person in front of him, sucking up the water droplets that slightly oozed from the hair.

Lin Sheng shrank subconsciously when he felt the movement on his head, his bright black grape eyes trembled and blinked slightly, and even his lips, which were sipping milk, stopped moving, like a little girl who was suddenly attacked while eating. quail.

"After showering and washing your hair, don't hurry to dry it. If you don't catch a cold, whoever catches a cold."

Liao Muyang's words reached Lin Sheng's ears, and it was rare for someone who would never refute, subconsciously raised his eyes to look at Liao Muyang's hair that was also dry.

Brother Liao looked at Lin Sheng's raised but immediately lowered eyes, and unconsciously raised his eyebrows, as if he understood Lin Sheng's deep meaning.

It seemed that the state officials were only allowed to set fires and the people were not allowed to light lamps, but Liao Muyang said patiently.

"Don't compare with me, I don't catch a cold once a year."

After Liao Muyang said this, he took back the towel, looked at Lin Sheng's half-dried hair, and finally stopped the drying technique that was a sign of baldness.

"Go sit on the bed and dry your hair."

Hearing these words, Lin Sheng obediently sat on the side of the bed, just about to put down the milk in his hand, and went to get the hair dryer, but was stopped by Liao Muyang.

"Keep drinking your milk, and I'll blow your hair."

Lin Sheng was really flattered by Liao Muyang's series of operations. Lin Sheng, who was restrained from talking too much, finally lost to the habit of fearing to trouble others.

The milk in his hand was still looking to be put down, but before it touched the table, Brother Liao heard a word and put it back in his hand.

"I move faster than you. I don't want to catch a cold, so I just drink milk obediently."

Lin Sheng's hand that was holding the milk was about to be put down, but he quickly withdrew it, and obediently put the "three moves" of milk back to his mouth.

Liao Muyang looked at the scene in front of him and raised his eyebrows in satisfaction.

He had completely figured out the character of the child in front of him, so he really had to speak more forcefully to stop him from refusing.

But this toughness is not the other toughness, it is impossible to be fierce, and most of them have a little favor that Brother Liao himself didn't realize.

Lin Sheng didn't say a word, just sipping warm milk with his head down, his cheeks covered by his hair were covered with warm powder because of the words "obediently".

One side is hidden under the still red and swollen palm prints, but the other side is obviously thorough.

Liao Muyang watched Lin Sheng drink milk with small movements, raised his hand to pick up the hair dryer on the side, plugged it in, and started blowing hot air towards Lin Sheng's slightly long hair.

Lin Sheng's hair is soft and thin, and it feels surprisingly good to the touch.

Brother Liao loosened his black hair with one hand, and turned on the hair dryer with the other. The hot air that blows out passed his hands before touching his scalp, cutting off the possibility of habitually blowing one place until it became hot.

The slightly long and thick hair is indeed a bit difficult to dry, but fortunately, the hair was half-dried before blow-drying, and it didn't take long for Liao Muyang to blow-dry.

Waiting for Liao Muyang to swipe left and right, and when his palms felt dry and warm, the hot wind moved away from Lin Sheng's head.

The sound of the hair dryer still didn't stop, Lin Sheng took a peek at it out of the corner of his eye, and saw Liao Muyang fiddling with his hair to dry it, but the time was too fast.

Waiting for Lin Sheng to look back and continue drinking milk, Liao Muyang's hair was almost dried.

Brother Liao really didn't pay much attention when blow-drying his own hair, and most of the drying that he did casually was done.

Liao Muyang rolled up the cord of the hair dryer, packed it up and put it back in its original place, Lin Sheng's milk also drank to the bottom.

He squeezed his neck, turned his low, somewhat sore neck, and after relaxing the numbness for a while, he turned around and bent over to fiddle with the medicine box.

"I have already said hello to your house. I said that you helped the old man who fell in my house. The old man insisted on you staying for one night. Your father agreed."

Listening to Liao Muyang's words, Lin Sheng's hidden line named Lin Shuping trembled violently, and various violent thoughts popped up in his mind.

It's a pity that Liao Muyang didn't give him a chance to think and speak, and the next sentence came one after another.

"Where did you hurt your leg?"

Listening to Liao Muyang's words, Lin Sheng froze for a moment, and moved the hands on his legs left and right, as if he didn't know how to make gestures to explain the injury of missing a piece of flesh on his knee.

He looked at it when he was taking a bath just now, and it was red and black with a large area of ​​blood scabs, which was very dazzling and even made people feel uncomfortable.

Liao Muyang took the medicinal wine, bent down and squatted in front of Lin Sheng, looked at Lin Sheng's legs under the wide pajama pants and opened the bottle cap, the familiar pungent smell permeated the room again.

Lin Sheng's long silence caught Liao Muyang's attention.

Liao Muyang raised his head slightly, fixedly looked at Lin Sheng with raised eyebrows, and said softly "Huh?"

Lin Sheng lowered his gaze, still wondering how to describe the wound in a daze.

And Liao Muyang looked at the obedient child in front of him, and looked away helplessly and sighed.

He simply put down the medicinal wine in his hand, pinched Lin Sheng's trousers, which were much wider, and rolled them up bit by bit.