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The moment the palm print was slapped, it hurt so badly. After that, except for some swelling, I really didn't feel any pain.

Lin Sheng listened to Liao Muyang's devoted muttering, and turned his free gaze to meet Liao Muyang's eyes staring at his cheek.

The head that was lightly tapped by the palm shook, indicating that it didn't hurt, but the movement was limited to a small extent.

The faces of the two were very close to each other, and Liao Muyang's sight was a little limited because of the distance, so he moved away a little to stare at Lin Sheng's eyes and that slightly shaking movement.

The pair of usually dark, harmless and round grape eyes are slightly swollen, and they look very pitiful on this porcelain doll-like palm-sized face.

Brother Liao's heart, which is used to the ups and downs, suddenly shrank, which only made him sigh in his heart that he had broken the heart of an elder, and at the same time he became more determined in his DINK plan.

He thought that if one of the unlucky ones had a child in the future, he would rather he be a heartless village bully than someone like Lin Sheng who is obedient, soft, bullying and sensitive.

Although he has no resistance to such an obedient and soft child, after all, if he is bullied as a father's own child, he can be said to be like a big chimpanzee who is angry and has no head.

Lin Sheng looked at Liao Muyang's face that was obviously wandering in thoughts, and couldn't help but have a bit of guesswork, guessing what Liao Muyang was thinking.

It's just that Brother Liao didn't give Lin Sheng a chance, and the thoughts of stepping on the banana peel slipped back by itself.

The ointment on the cheeks was completely absorbed by the skin with the movement of rubbing. Liao Muyang moved his palms away, looked around and stood up.

He held up his right hand covered with ointment, rubbed Lin Sheng's head with his left hand like a habit, and then spoke.

"Wait, I'll get something."

Lin Sheng wanted to raise his hand to gesture something, but he didn't know what to gesture, so he just nodded his head as usual.

Liao Muyang stepped out of the room with a few steps and disappeared from Lin Sheng's sight.

Lin Sheng watched Liao Muyang completely disappear from sight, and then raised his hand to touch the half of the cheek where the ointment was applied, as if the high body temperature still remained a little on the cheek.

Lin Sheng gently leaned against his cheek with his fingertips, just now because of Liao Muyang's presence, his eyes either dodged or were at a loss, slowly stained with a little smile.

A touch of warmth, a bit like the comfortable sunshine in a winter morning.

Liao Muyang came back very quickly, about a minute or two passed.

Brother Liao carried a pair of cotton shorts that he would wear during sports in summer, and handed them to Lin Sheng.

"The wound on the leg was smeared with medicine, and it was too stuffy to dry."

"These pants are my smallest pair of shorts, but they should be a little too big for you, so you can wear them overnight."

Lin Sheng took over the light gray shorts, and listening to Liao Muyang's words, he didn't have the slightest feeling of giving up. He only felt that Liao Muyang's care and warmth made people sink.

Thank you, it's very comfortable to touch, and I won't settle for it.

Lin Sheng stood up from the bed. Due to his height, he could only look at Liao Muyang's chin at the same level, but this was considered a good thing for him, as it saved him from hiding his eyes from left to right.

Liao Muyang lowered his eyes when he saw Lin Sheng, and Lin Sheng always liked to lower his head, so his eyes naturally fell on the top of Lin Sheng's hair.

This bad habit of rubbing his head seemed to have been transferred from Da Mao to Lin Sheng, and his neat little black head was rubbed slightly messy again by the big palm.

"Hurry up and change your pants."

Maybe it was because he was rubbed too much, Lin Sheng's subconscious panic didn't show up to Liao Muyang so easily anymore.

He only waited for the hand to leave his head before he habitually nodded obediently, hugged his shorts, and walked towards the bathroom.

Just as he stepped into the bathroom, Liao Muyang suddenly remembered something and heard a voice behind him.

"Oh, by the way, dumplings, wontons, and steamed buns, which one do you want to eat?"

Hearing these words, Lin Sheng knew that it was time for dinner, so he turned around and gestured to Liao Muyang.

Is it dinner?I can make whatever you want.

Liao Muyang stared at Lin Sheng's fair hands, and translated each word in his heart.

He raised his finger and pointed at Lin Sheng's legs that were still slightly awkward when walking, and said, "Little friend, you are already like this, I don't want to squeeze the injured labor force."

Lin Sheng could hear Liao Muyang's deliberately relaxed tone, but the food he cooked suited Liao Muyang's taste, and it seemed that it was the only way to repay Liao Muyang's kindness to him.

So whenever there is an opportunity to cook, Lin Sheng doesn't want to let it go, otherwise this kind of unequal exchange that he always feels will disappear completely one day.

Liao Muyang leaned lazily against the wall with his arms folded, looking at Lin Sheng's stunned look, he seemed to have guessed some of the reason behind it, and did not give Lin Sheng another chance to speak, so he answered directly.

"I finally wanted to cook a meal, but no one has eaten it. Tsk, it's miserable."

Hit a snake and hit it seven inches, and persuade Sheng to sell miserably.

This sentence is absolutely true.

Listening to Liao Muyang's "self-deprecating" tongue constantly, Lin Sheng immediately regretted that he didn't directly answer what Liao Muyang should eat just now.

Liao Muyang looked at Lin Sheng's annoyed look, bent his lips and smiled silently, and continued talking.

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore, which one do you want to eat?"

The steps were given just right, Lin Sheng only raised his hand to gesture for the steamed buns.

Liao Muyang looked at his gestures, raised his hand and brushed his hair, thinking it was good, chose one that could only be steamed, and saved himself from asking which method he wanted to eat.

After all, Brother Liao can only steam things and dry things after boiling them.

Liao Muyang got an accurate answer, so he didn't linger in the room any longer, and after instructing Lin Sheng to change his pants, he came down to eat, and then went downstairs by himself.

Hearing Liao Muyang's footsteps, Lin Sheng was a bit slow-witted, and stood there for a while, then hurried into the bathroom and changed his pants.

In response to Liao Muyang's words, the trousers were indeed too big for Lin Sheng, and Lin Sheng tied the belt tightly so that the trousers hung on his waist safely.

The pajama pants that were replaced were also folded squarely by Lin Sheng, and temporarily placed at the end of the bed.

After Lin Sheng finished doing this, he stood at the end of the bed for a long time, his heart pounding with chaotic emotions.

He likes to get along with Liao Muyang, but he is a little timid to get along with Liao Muyang.

It's like something you like very much, if you hold it in your mouth and fear it will melt, and hold it in your palm for fear of falling, the best result is to put it in a safe place.

But this longing that you can't see when you raise your eyes makes you feel uncomfortable everywhere.

Lin Sheng lowered his head, sighed helplessly and helplessly, walked to the bedside, picked up his mobile phone and looked at the time, only to regain his senses in a panic.

Remembering that Liao Muyang told him to go down after changing his pants just now, he was in a daze for about ten minutes.

Thanks to the concept of time, Lin Sheng didn't hesitate anymore, opened the door and walked downstairs, but his footsteps were still as light and silent as a cat's.

Lin Sheng walked to the dining table and happened to see Liao Muyang coming out with something.

He looked like he was about to go up to help, but he was obediently fixed on the chair by Liao Muyang.

"Hurry up and sit on the chair to eat, the steamed buns are not good if they are cold."

Lin Sheng was sitting on the dining table, looking at the large bowl of steamed buns placed in the middle by Liao Muyang, he was stunned.

This time it's not because of his easily frightened physique, but because the scene in front of him has some visual impact.

After all, you have seen someone who eats Xiaolongbao is calculated by the basin.

Lin Sheng took a rough look at the steamed buns in the basin, whether there were ninety or not one hundred, he thought about his usual food intake of about fifteen, and was once again stunned by Liao Muyang's operation.

Liao Muyang came out of the kitchen, took a vinegar plate and chopsticks and put them in front of Lin Sheng before sitting down.

He raised his hand to hold the steamed bun and took a bite. He ate five or six in a row, but Lin Sheng was still in the state of not being able to react.

Liao Muyang watched him staring at the white porcelain basin in front of him, and instantly realized what he was staring at, smiled and said.

"Okay, don't look at it when you get back to your senses, it will be cold if you look at it again."

"The appetite is normal, my height and muscles are not for nothing."

Lin Sheng regained consciousness after hearing Liao Muyang's words.

But after regaining his senses this time, he was a little bit more embarrassed to be seen through, and finally stopped being in a daze, and listened to Liao Muyang's words, and worked hard on the big pot of steamed buns in front of him, three mouthfuls each.