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"I'm in."

At the end of the time, Liao Muyang went up to the second floor and knocked on the door of the guest room while he was pinching a cigarette.

Lin Sheng heard the three knocks on the door and the voices that came in parallel, and quickly stood up from the bed with his waist supported.

But before he reached the door and opened it, Liao Muyang turned the handle and opened the door.

Lin Sheng looked at the person in front of him, and only slightly lowered his head to fix his eyes on Liao Muyang's chest. This feeling of wanting to look but not daring to look was somewhat inexplicable, but it was very in line with Lin Sheng's personality.

A hot bath was enough to gradually revitalize the temporarily numb wounds blown by the cold wind. Lin Sheng's hand holding his waist seemed to have become an unknowing habit during this period.

Liao Muyang's gaze seemed to be aimed at the camera, and the target was clearly fixed on Lin Sheng's hand covering his waist.

A series of frightened animal-like movements of the person in front of him made Liao Muyang's expression a little helpless. He stared at the fluffy black hair, and unconsciously lowered his tone that was not aggressive.

"Is your waist injured?"

Lin Sheng finally raised his head when he heard the question that came lightly, his eyes were just like Liao Muyang's impression, dark and bright but filled with a bit of wet timidity.

Lin Sheng carefully looked at Liao Muyang's normal expression, and Liao Muyang also guessed Lin Sheng's thoughts very closely.

He raised his finger and pointed to the hand on Lin Sheng's waist, and said.

"Your hand has been covering your waist."

Liao Muyang's words awakened Lin Sheng instantly. He subconsciously let go of the hand on his waist, but his chest heaved and heaved because of the amplified pain at the moment when he let go, and took a deep breath.

Liao Muyang looked at Lin Sheng's appearance as a little quail and sighed silently in his heart.

I was just worried that Lin Sheng would think too much, the expression on that face was still faint and lazy, and Lin Sheng's thoughts were somewhat pitiful, and he didn't express his thoughts at all.

Lin Sheng pinched two fingers uneasily, his heart was in a mess.

I thought that my expressive ability is already poor, plus I am a mute who can't speak, the current situation can only be described as embarrassing and rude.

And when Lin Sheng was thinking about how to break the deadlock, the staring eyes of the two finally eased a bit because of Liao Muyang's action of putting the medicine box on the bedside table.

Liao Muyang casually sat on the edge of the bed, and said to Lin Sheng who was still standing stupidly.

"Don't stand stupidly, lie on the bed, and I'll rub some medicine for you."

These words are like a small firecracker exploding into a calm lake, the waves are not big, but it can still scare away many swimming fish.

The voice came to Lin Sheng's heart, he first thought that the wound on his back must not be shown to Liao Muyang.

Every time after being beaten, Lin Sheng knew the hideous look on his body. He didn't want to destroy the slightest impression of himself in Liao Muyang's heart, even though the impression might not be good from the beginning.

After reacting to that moment, he thought again, taking medicine is too troublesome, Liao Muyang is already showing great kindness by taking in someone he doesn't know, how can he bother others anymore.

This kind of cognition seemed to have taken root in Lin Sheng's consciousness, and he immediately stretched out his hand and gestured in slow motion.

Thank you, it's not serious, I just knocked it accidentally, no medicine is needed.

Liao Muyang translated Lin Sheng's gesture word by word in his heart, and raised his eyebrows slightly while translating.

I thought to myself that this child is obviously talking nonsense, if it is really not serious, then there is no need to cover the wound all the way like a baby.

It's just that our brother Liao's ability to make up and talk about it is absolutely super god level. Lin Sheng, a flustered little quail, can only be pinched firmly.

"I studied nursing before, and I have occupational diseases and obsessive-compulsive disorder. If I know that someone is injured under my nose and don't deal with it, I will be so annoying that I can't sleep all night."

"I hate lack of sleep, so you better not make me lose sleep."

These words really worked, Lin Sheng immediately raised his drooping head, and hurriedly waved his hands at Liao Muyang, signaling that he didn't want him to suffer from insomnia.

After the action was over, Lin Sheng lowered his head sadly, annoyed that he couldn't come up with a better solution.

The pair of black grape eyes with the small fan-like eyelashes fluttered and blinked for a few rounds, and finally lay down on the soft and trapping bed without making a sound, and the cotton white pajamas It was lifted lightly to the chest.

Lin Sheng's skin was very fair, so pale that it was sickly pale.

Liao Muyang, who was stabbing at those wounds that were red, swollen and bruised over time, pursed the corners of his mouth.

People are more or less visual animals, and it is difficult to change the solidified and weak appearance in cognition. Coupled with the dazzling colors in front of his eyes, even Liao Muyang, who has seen countless wounds more serious than this when practicing boxing, can not be moved , also gave birth to some inexplicable emotions in an instant.

Like a shy ostrich, Lin Sheng buried her cheeks tightly in the fluffy quilt.

The quilt was thick, Lin Sheng was buried a little short of breath, and the hot air exhaled from his nose turned into hot and humid water mist.

Liao Muyang didn't open his mouth to speak all the time, his waist and back lost the cover of his clothes, and he felt a little cold in his physiological reaction, Lin Sheng's sensitive personality couldn't help thinking wildly.

The silence of the room made the atmosphere a little stiff. Lin Sheng was afraid that Liao Muyang would think too much, so he lowered his hands under his face and wanted to pull back the clothes that were being lifted up.

Just when he summoned up the courage to move his hand slightly, it collided with Liao Muyang's words to break the silence at the same time.

"It's all bruises that need to be rubbed open. It will definitely hurt when you rub it, but it will heal faster than not rubbing it. Just bear with it."

Liao Muyang's voice was slightly hoarse, and considering the timid Lin Sheng who looked like a quail in front of him, he specially suppressed the inner anger, and entered Lin Sheng's ears again, making his small white ears unconscious It gave birth to a bit of pink.

Lin Sheng's head buried under the quilt nodded up and down, which seemed to be in response to Liao Muyang's words.

Liao Muyang looked at the fluffy and soft black hair, endured the urge to squeeze it in his hands, opened the medicine box on the side, and took out the medicinal wine inside.

The wound on Lin Sheng's body looked serious, but in fact it stopped at the dazzling step. It was just that the wound on the pale skin was infinitely magnified and ferocious.

Liao Muyang was very skinny when he was a teenager, and he was often injured in fights with boys of the same age. He was familiar with the way, and when he saw Lin Sheng's injury, he just reacted after a while.

The bottle cap of the glass jar of medicinal wine was unscrewed, and the pungent medicinal smell inside completely dispersed and invaded the room.

Lin Sheng is not used to this smell, but what he thinks most in his heart is that he has invisibly troubled Liao Muyang again, and this fragrant and warm room outside is because he has been stained and lacks some reasons to like it.

Liao Muyang poured the medicinal wine into the palm of his hand, and rubbed his hands with all his heart, trying to heat up the medicinal wine, but he didn't have any extra thoughts to take into account Lin Sheng's overly sensitive wild thoughts.

Waiting for the medicinal wine in his hand to be rubbed hot, Liao Muyang lowered his eyes to look at the slender but colorful back, his vicious eyes locked on Zi's most serious waist in an instant, and his callused hands covered it. .

The moment Lin Sheng felt the warmth in his waist, he unconsciously shivered along his back. This tingling feeling was indescribably weird.

But the numbness along the spine didn't last long, and was completely covered by the pain of the wound being rubbed.

Lin Sheng's brain was a little dazed, and he didn't have time to recall the weird feeling just now, so he only clenched his teeth, enduring the bursts of swelling pain.

Fortunately, the pain was not as good as the pain of being severely beaten, and Lin Sheng could bear it by gritting his teeth, not to mention the comfort of the wound being loosened after being rubbed open.

In Lin Sheng's mind, he recalled the pain of the wound that had never been cared about before. The pain was so unbearable that it was hard to bend over and back. It was engraved in his bones like breathing, which was unforgettable.

The warm palms on the back were like handfuls of warm water, warming Lin Sheng's heart that had been cold for a long time.

Once the sour emotions are on the rise, it is difficult to calm down easily. This unreasonable care and even the pungent smell of medicine in this room are no longer so annoying.

Lin Sheng sniffed, and accidentally lost control, and his voice was amplified several times.

And this voice came to Liao Muyang's ears, which made him feel that he had hurt the cowering little quail in front of him, so he had to gather some strength from his subordinates, and spoke to Lin Sheng.

"The medicinal wine won't work if you don't rub it hard. I'll try to use as little force as possible. If you bear with it, you'll be fine."