long life

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When Yu Xiu washed the dishes and came out of the kitchen, he saw Zhou Jing bending over to search for something in the cupboard, but he didn't seem to find anything. He straightened up slowly while supporting his back, and didn't notice Yu Xiu's approach.

"What are you looking for? Do you need my help?" Yu Xiu approached him from behind, and glanced at the messy cabinet.

Zhou Jing looked at him sideways, and smiled, "I remember when I first moved to the apartment, I brought a box of plasters with me, but I can't remember where I put them now."

"Is the one you brought when you moved still usable?" Yu Xiu couldn't help frowning, thinking that he might have other injuries on his body.

Zhou Jing himself was a little uncertain, but he felt unbearable pain when he moved his lower back a little, and he didn't think about whether he could still use it.

Yu Xiu leaned close to him, looked back and forth at Zhou Jing, and asked, "Where does it still hurt?"

"Just..." The injured part is really hard to tell, Zhou Jing pointed to the place on the back of the waist near the tailbone, and replied in a low voice: "It hurts a bit here, and I accidentally hit the edge of the table this afternoon."

Yu Xiu stared at the place he was pointing at, lost his mind for a moment, and still said: "Let me take a look, it may not be solved by applying a plaster."

"what?"

Before Zhou Jing could recover, Yu Xiu had already turned his shoulders and changed direction. He repeated patiently in a deep voice very close to him: "I'll help you see if Yan is serious."

Zhou Jing lowered his head and responded softly. He was only wearing a light gray knitted sweater, which was a loose and casual style. When Yu Xiu lifted his clothes, Zhou Jing still shivered unpreparedly.

Smooth and firm waist and abdomen, with thin muscles and no excess fat.

Although Yu Xiu took baths with Zhou Jing several times when he was young, and they have met each other honestly, but today is different, at least when he was young, his thoughts were very simple. Right now, he just glanced at it briefly, and Yu Xiu breathed easily. It's starting to get a little messy.

When his fingers reached the edge of Zhou Jing's pants, he seemed to hesitate, and quickly hooked them with his hands and continued to pull them down.

The place where it was hit left a large black and purple bruise, which was in stark contrast to the fair complexion, and it hurt to look at it alone.

Yu Xiu furrowed his brows tightly, touched the mark lightly with his fingertips, and asked softly, "It's all turned purple and black, does it hurt?"

"Hmm...it's okay." Zhou Jing's voice was faintly uncomfortable, and the cool wind pouring in and the heat of his fingers made his body tremble slightly imperceptibly.

"Is there any active oil for treating bruises at home?" Yu Xiu put down his clothes with downcast eyes, with restrained anger in his voice.

Zhou Jing hummed, and said while arranging her clothes, "The red paper box on the left side of the cupboard is the safflower oil I brought, but it has never been used."

Yu Xiu bent down to look for it, and took out the red paper box from a corner of the cabinet. With the experience of old plasters, he took a special look at the date on the safflower oil, and found that the shelf life was nearly one year, so he took the bottle away with confidence. out.

"Brother, you go lie down on the bed, and I'll give you a massage later." After Yu Xiu finished speaking, he shook the bottle in his hand.

"You don't need a massage, the bruise will be fine in a few days."

Zhou Jing felt that there was no need to be so troublesome, and the usual bumps and bumps were also painful for a while, so she endured it and passed it.

"How can that work? A few massages are better than enduring the pain all the time." Yu Xiu insisted on letting him lie down on the bed, looking at his posture and wishing he could carry Zhou Jing over by himself.

Zhou Jing felt that Yu Xiu has been busy today, and now he has to serve himself, and he felt really sorry, so he hesitated and said, "I can actually apply medicine myself."

Yu Xiu stared at his zongzi-like hands for a long time, and said with a teasing tone, "Brother, are you sure you can apply the medicine yourself?"

Zhou Jing was speechless for a moment, forgetting that he still had a bandage on his hand, but the pain in his lower back was unbearable, and pressing it was not harmful, so he compromised and lay down beside the bed.

Yu Xiu unscrewed the bottle cap with a smile, took out a pack of tissues from the bed cabinet and walked past. Zhou Jing had already lifted up his clothes, and his posture of waiting on the stomach was cute and full of inexplicable lust, and Yu Xiu couldn't help being startled.

He focused on the bruise as much as possible, occasionally boldly scanning Zhou Jing back and forth with his eyes, taking a panoramic view of the whole scene.

I poured some safflower oil on the palm of my hand and rubbed it repeatedly to warm it up. When I pressed hard on the bruise for the first time, I heard Zhou Jing let out a small whimper from his throat, and his whole body curled up slightly like a spasm.

"Does it hurt?" Yu Xiu asked him softly, and the strength in his hand was also much less.

Zhou Jing buried her face in the mattress, and replied muffledly, "It's okay, just press it a few more times and you'll get used to it."

Yu Xiu let go of his hand, and repeatedly pressed and rubbed the affected area with the root of his thumb until the skin was a little red all around.

After gradually getting used to the pain, Zhou Jing felt inexplicably comfortable. Yu Xiu's big hands rubbed repeatedly on the lower back, as if they were next to a stove.

He was really sleepy, and he fell asleep drowsily before the massage was over.

Yu Xiu's wrists were a little sore when he helped him press the third time, and the bruise seemed lighter than at the beginning, and I don't know if it was a psychological effect.

Just when he was about to ask Zhou Jing how he was feeling, Yu Xiu heard his even breathing coming from the quilt.

He was stunned for a while, and after confirming that Zhou Jing was asleep, he couldn't help but chuckled. After cleaning the safflower oil stains on his back, he stared at Zhou Jing's white back for a while.

Right above the bruise was a black mole the size of a grain of rice. Although it was not big, it looked very eye-catching, and Yu Xiu could not help but recall his childhood.

At that time, he felt that a little black on a piece of pure white would affect the appearance, so he always liked to pick his brother's back with his hands. Compared with before, he now felt a little inexplicably attractive.

While recalling, he lowered his head in a mysterious way, and kissed the mole deeply.

The skin under the lips was slightly cool to the touch, and there was a faint scent of lemon on the clothes. Yu Xiu couldn't help closing his eyes, thinking, if this kind of delicateness melts between the teeth and tongue, how tempting it would be.

Thinking like this, he kissed deeper and deeper.

Zhou Jing seemed to be aware of it, his body shook slightly, and an unconscious sigh escaped from between his lips and teeth.

Yu Xiu seemed to be agitated, and his breathing gradually increased. He moved away from the mole, and licked all the way up his back. The knitted sweater was pushed up by his hands, almost reaching Zhou Jing's neck. He could feel it. Zhou Jing trembled finely between her fingers, and felt that something was gradually hardening on her body...

A burst of soft music suddenly sounded, interrupting the brief loss of control, Yu Xiu suddenly raised his head, quickly turned over and picked up the phone.