Three thousand weak waters reflect the fading

The next day Jingzhuan woke up very early.

The pain in his back kept him awake almost all night, and he fell asleep drowsily at dawn.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a face in front of his eyes. Both of them were sleeping on their sides, their noses were facing each other, their breaths were interlinked, and they were extremely intimate.

Jing Zhui took a breath in fright, and before he could take a closer look, the man opened his eyes: "You're awake."

"Why are you here again?" Jing Zhui realized who this person was after hearing the voice, and felt powerless again.

Cang Ming sat up, he didn't cover himself with the quilt, and he didn't take off his clothes, it seemed that he was simply sleeping next to him.

"Take off your clothes." Cang Ming said.

"Ah?" Jing Zhui had just woken up, his mind was not getting better, and he didn't realize what he said for a while.

Cang Ming lost his patience, and reached out to pull Jing Zhui out of the quilt. At this time, Jing Zhui was only wearing a white singlet, and his upper body was easily stripped of his clothes.

Jing Zhui suddenly came to his senses, immediately grabbed his hand, and said hastily, "What do you want to do!"

Cang Ming pulled his hand down, still ignored him, took off the clothes on his upper body, and then pressed him on the bed with his back facing up.

Cang Ming left his hand, Jing Zhui wanted to struggle to get up, but Cang Ming held him down again: "Don't move."

Cang Ming's fingers accidentally touched the place where he was injured yesterday, the pain made him gasp, and his movements froze in place.

Jing Zhui heard some sounds of taking something out of his clothes, and then felt something sticking to his back, rubbing back and forth on the protruding part of his shoulder blades, which relieved his pain a little, it was cool and very comfortable.

Knowing Cang Ming's reason for coming, he couldn't help feeling a little funny, and joked, "Why, you waited so long just to give me medicine?"

The hand that wiped the medicine paused almost imperceptibly, and was easily concealed by the owner of the hand, Cang Ming did not deny it: "Yes, you are touched?"

Seeing him confess so readily, Jing Zhui had nothing to say, so he found a comfortable position and lay down on the pillow, carefully feeling the feeling of Cang Ming's fingers caressing his back.

Seeing him like this, Cang Ming pinched his waist and said, "You still have a massage."

Jing Zhui shrank back from being pinched by him, turned his upper body to look at him and said, "Isn't it?"

Jing Zhui was already thin, with smooth and fair skin on his back, except for a bruise on the bruise. With his sideways movement, the ravine on his back and waistline were pulled into an attractive arc, and the scenery on his chest was propped aside. The slender arms and messy hair are looming, and the shape of the collarbone is more distinct because of the movement of the arms. There are hairs that follow the ups and downs of the neck to the shoulders, and they are laid on it obediently. Black and white complement each other, and there is a visual beauty. The quilt is random It hangs on the lower half of the waist, as if it will slip off at any time.

This look is really attractive!

Cang Ming's throat felt a little dry, while restraining his urge to lift the quilt to clean up the person in front of him, he pushed him back: "That's fine."

After speaking, I really started to massage, spread the ointment concentrated on the bruise with the palm of my hand, rub it and spread it to the whole back, for fear of hurting him, every time I knead the bruise, I always move lightly, like stroking touch.

Jing Zhui felt both pain and comfort, and blurted out: "Do you often give massages?"

"That's it."

"Really? Who is it for? Your father?" The scene of Cang Ming massaging an old man appeared in his mind, and he laughed out loud.

"Probably." Ignoring Jing Zhui's laughter, Cang Ming patted his back inch by inch several times before withdrawing his hand in full.

Jing Zhui gets up and puts on his clothes with his back to Cang Ming. Looking back, Cang Ming has already gotten off the bed and is walking towards the window.He also got out of bed, and because of applying medicine and massaging his back, the pain eased a lot.

When Cang Ming walked to the window, he turned his head and said with a serious expression: "The person who painted for you is not a simple character, you should be more cautious in the future."

"What do you mean?"

"Various aspects." After speaking, the figure disappeared in a flash.

Jing Zhui never went out. He ate something when he was hungry, and lay down in bed when he was sleepy. He waited for the man to deliver the painting. It was not because he wanted to see the painting so much, but because he had nothing to do anyway. It's better to think about how to inscription quietly.

Cang Ming came every day, morning and evening, and every time he just teased himself and then left, he didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd.

After waiting for several days, finally before noon on the fifth day, the boy knocked on the door and said that someone had brought something.

He opened the door, and saw that the person who brought him to the inn that day was holding a medium-sized cloth bag in one hand, and a cylindrical brocade bag in the other.

He took these two things, thanked him, and told the man to come pick up the painting at this time tomorrow, and returned to the room.

Jing Zhui casually threw the cloth bag containing the silver on the table, took out the painting scroll, and slowly spread it out on the desk.

Black hair, clear eyebrows, slender nose, slightly pursed thin lips, sharp chin, slender neck, looming collarbone...Jing Zhui watched his face gradually become complete as the scroll unfolded, his hands first There was a slight pause, and then the wooden shaft was gently moved backwards with fingers, and the drawing paper was completely unfolded as it rolled.

When Jing Zhui saw the complete painting, he couldn't help being stunned, did he look like this?

The portraits reflected in the mirror are all distorted, and he has never looked at the reflection in the water carefully. He only knows from other people's words that he may look good, but he doesn't know how to do it well. I understand why everyone praises him for being handsome when they see him.

He always thought that Cang Ming had the best appearance he had ever seen, but he never thought that he was no worse than him.

At this moment, he really wanted to find someone to ask, did he look the same as the person in this painting?

"It's really picturesque." There was a sudden admiration in my ear.

Jing Zhui is now used to Cang Ming's sudden appearance, so he calmly asks his own question: "Do I look the same as the person in this painting?"

"No." Cang Ming said bluntly, "You are more beautiful than him."

"Really?" Jing Zhui couldn't believe it.

"Believe it or not." Cang Ming shrugged.

Jing Zhui said to himself: "Then I really have a good skin."

"Yes, if a Painted Skin Ghost sees you one day, he will definitely not let you go." Cang Ming followed his words.

Jing Zhui looked at the painting, then at him, and muttered to himself: "I really can't tell the difference, then we are quite compatible."

Hearing this sentence, Cang Ming raised his eyebrows and said, "It's true just based on appearance. It's rare that you think so, why don't we follow God's will and forget about being together."

"It's a pity that my face doesn't grow on those who need it, but I chose a useless person as its master. I really wronged it."