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After Liao Muyang finished speaking, Lin Sheng obviously felt that the hand on his back was much lighter.

He was afraid of causing trouble to Liao Muyang, but the current scene seemed to be snowballing because of him.

The flat back restricts the arms, so she is not very fluent in sign language. After thinking about it, Lin Sheng moved her right hand to find the mobile phone in her pocket. For normal people, reading the words on the mobile phone is better than reading sign language. Comes easy and smooth.

It's just that this hand moved a little bit cautiously, when Liao Muyang read back a sentence that was neither salty nor dull.

"Don't move, you'll be fine soon."

Liao Muyang was always full of energy when doing things, so he said these words without thinking, and only waited for him to see the hand that was withdrawn at that moment before turning around, thinking about his tone just now, it seemed a bit unkind.

Looking at the motionless and obedient person in front of him, he felt like a milk cat looking for food on the side of the road, hiding in a small corner where no one could see, stealing food, and hiding away as soon as he heard the slightest sign of trouble.

It makes people feel pitiful and cute from the bottom of their hearts.

Most of the people who come and go around me are rough men who are five-year-old and three-year-old, so they don't care about the tone contained in the words, even if they shout at the top of their voices, they can't scare people.

But now it's different, Liao Muyang only suppressed his unscrupulous temper to Lin Sheng, as if he was afraid that his slightly harsher tone would scare away the children in front of him.

Liao Muyang kept moving his hands, thinking about the messy things in his mind, and in the end he just raised his eyebrows from a perspective that Lin Sheng couldn't see.

I thought that it might be because of the child's habit of cleaning up, the refreshing and not bland food, and the thin and soft cat-like appearance, which aroused his goodwill and the desire to protect against weak things in his bones.

It's as if he couldn't bear to bring back the big hair that he was eating and drinking.

Coupled with the idea that it would be best to kidnap a private chef.

To sum up, my behavior in the past two days is really a slide for my thoughts, and the way is unimpeded.

"If you're so timid, you won't shed tears when someone yells at you."

Lin Sheng regarded himself as a brick to build a wall, and lay motionless on the bed. He didn't let go of his dazed head until he heard Liao Muyang's words again.

Liao Muyang spoke in a calm tone, but with a bit of humor.

Listening to the slightly hoarse laugh, Lin Sheng was stunned for a moment, his cheeks that were prone to flush became a little hot again.

It was only after this that I understood Liao Muyang's words, and immediately wanted to take out my mobile phone to type, but I remembered what Liao Muyang said at the beginning, and I still maintained a brick-and-mortar professional ethics, honestly leaning on the bed, thinking about explaining to Liao Muyang after a while .

After all, it is not an honor for a boy who is about to be cowardly to cry.

Coupled with the fact that what Liao Muyang said was quite indistinguishable, Lin Sheng was even more concerned about maintaining one of the few good images.

It's just that Lin Sheng's expressive ability is really struggling like a landlubber trying to get into the water. Waiting for him to repeat a lot of words in his mind, the movements in Liao Muyang's hands have also been successfully completed.

"Okay, the bruises have been rubbed away, and the remaining red and swollen areas are not too serious, and they should be able to disappear tomorrow."

"Wait, there's still the neck, I'll take a look later."

After Liao Muyang said this, before Lin Sheng nodded and shook his head, he bent down, raised his hand to roll up the cotton pajamas on his chest, and then lifted it up.

At this distance, Liao Muyang's hot and humid breath hit Lin Sheng's skin.

Lin Sheng's back immediately had goosebumps.

This strange sensitivity caused Lin Sheng to clenched the fluffy quilt between his fingers, and remained motionless and stiff.

It's all men, Liao Muyang really didn't care how ambiguous the posture in front of him was, he just focused on flipping his collar and Lin Sheng's black hair that slightly covered the back of his neck.

The callused fingertips scratched Lin Sheng's skin faintly, and under the heavy stimulation, Lin Sheng finally couldn't help turning his head sideways, letting out his nose that was almost suffocating under the quilt.

The smell of medicinal wine in the room has dissipated a lot, maybe Lin Sheng has subconsciously gotten used to the smell after smelling it for a long time.

The hands on the neck and shoulders still hadn't finished the task, Lin Sheng carefully tried to catch a little bit of Liao Muyang's figure through the scattered black hair covering his eyes from the corner of his eye.

Lin Sheng couldn't explain the reason for this kind of uncontrollable little movement, but he just felt that looking at Liao Muyang would inexplicably set off a strange relaxation in his heart.

It was like a rubber band that had been tense and pulled for a long time was relaxed.

Liao Muyang rummaged through the places where Lin Sheng's skin slipped through the net, and his leaning movements became lower and lower.

The shadow in the corner of the eye was getting closer and closer to the line of sight, Lin Sheng hurriedly shifted his sight to the beige wall.

The temperature moving on the back is getting closer and closer, followed by that familiar but faint smell.

Lin Sheng's nose is particularly sensitive, a little bit of smell seems to be magnified several times in his nose, he gently took a deep breath through his nose, carefully discerning the mixed but clear smell.

The sweet tobacco is mixed with cool mint, and it also has a little malt aroma unique to beer.

It's like a snow-covered forest in the early morning of winter, and it's like a beer festival by the pool in hot summer.

Lin Sheng's thoughts kept slipping away as if stepping on a banana peel, he thought, tobacco, beer, these smells also come from Lin Shuping.

But for some reason, Lin Sheng couldn't smell any reassuring smell on Lin Shuping's body, but instead, he could only think of the physiologically nauseating smell of alcohol and cigarettes.

Lin Sheng thought about it, and silently asked himself if he had some double standards.

But the memory of the smell two hours ago, and the smell in the nose now are compared and compared, so it can't be faked.

Things are always reversed, everything is best tasted first, the smell of tobacco and alcohol is also the same, the difference between the two same smells, Lin Sheng can only give such an explanation to himself in his heart.

The wandering thoughts finally came to an end here, and just as Lin Sheng came back to his senses, a bell rang in his ear.

After finally relaxing a little, his back immediately stiffened again, and he didn't dare to look back at the phone screen, he was afraid, afraid that it might happen that Lin Shuping found out that he was not at home.

Such thoughts appeared in his mind, and the swollen pain in his lower back became vivid again in his memory.

"Well, just leave it at the door."

The conversation in his ear and the ringing of the bell interrupted Lin Sheng's almost masochistic nightmare.

Lin Sheng heaved his chest lying on the quilt a few times, his bright black eyes opened and closed a few times with his deep breathing, and then returned to their original shape.

He breathed a sigh of relief and thought, luckily it was because he had the same ringtone as Liao Muyang, not Lin Shuping.

Liao Muyang hung up the phone, casually stuffed the phone into his pocket, and straightened his half-bent waist completely.

He retracted his left leg that was half-kneeling on the bed, stood up, raised his hand and squeezed his sore neck, which had been bent for a long time, and turned it around before speaking to Lin Sheng.

"Okay, I've seen it all and there is no other place, you can get up."

Listening to Liao Muyang's words, Lin Sheng raised his hand and pulled back the pajamas that were on the top, and he returned from the prone position to the obedient sitting position of a primary school student.

It's still the same look with its head down and not daring to look at people.

Liao Muyang looked at his obedient and timid appearance, but didn't say much, only asked a question.

"Have you had dinner yet?"

Lin Sheng subconsciously shook his head, waiting for this slow reflex arc to react, feeling a little more annoyed at himself.

Enough trouble for the night.

"Hungry or not, I've ordered something."

With the previous foreshadowing, what Liao Muyang said this time, made Lin Sheng gesture with his hands and head that he was not hungry.

He raised his eyebrows, knowing without thinking that Lin Sheng was afraid that he would cause trouble for others, just thinking of some reason to take him down for dinner, but he thought that this slap in the face would happen so quickly.

Just ten seconds after Lin Sheng made the not-hungry gesture, his stomach made a gurgling sound, so don't make the protest too obvious.

Liao Muyang listened to the small grunting sound, pursed the corners of his mouth and let out a laugh twice, and didn't wait for Lin Sheng's answer, left a word, turned around and left the room, and didn't give Lin Sheng any reason to refuse. time.

"Go downstairs to help, but the things ordered have not been moved in at the door."

Listening to Liao Muyang's smile, Lin Sheng's cheeks rose to a new height.

Hearing the word "help" in Liao Muyang's last words again, he stood up instantly, and followed behind Liao Muyang not too far or near any longer.

He thought that he was living in someone's house for nothing, so he wanted to help out.

Those who have no contact with each other blindly benefit, and Lin Sheng feels uneasy regardless of his personality.