How can I always be treated as a woman

With Jing Xing's elixir, Lan Wanhua confidently poured the traditional Chinese medicine in the thermos into the lotus pond outside the balcony.The brown liquid of the traditional Chinese medicine spread in the lotus pond, and Jing Xing saw a few small fish that came to look for food with their stomachs turned upside down.

After a late lunch, Lan Wanhua continued to process documents, and Jing Xing practiced calligraphy on the table opposite Lan Wanhua.Borrowing Lan Wanhua's pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Jing Xing started the live broadcast silently. In order not to disturb Lan Wanhua's work, the phone was turned off on silent, and still only took photos from the neck down!

For the sake of convenience, modern people usually use ready-made ink to write brush characters, but they don't know that the process of grinding ink is related to the quality of the final ink, and is also an important part of the success of a calligraphy work.

Although the ready-made ink has undergone standardized preparation, the thickness can be adjusted, and is suitable for beginners, but the glue is heavy and the pen is stagnant, or the concentration is not suitable, which somewhat loses the aura of the manual ink grinding process, and the final finished work is inferior. , should not be everyone's work.

The ancients said that when studying ink, you should pay attention to Zhongzheng and peace. That is to say, when studying ink, you should have a moderate level of weight and speed. ;Excessive force and too fast speed will make the ink vulgar; Jing Xing is of course well versed in the way of grinding ink, so the people on the live broadcast just watched Jing Xing grind the ink for more than ten minutes in a slow manner.

Bored viewers began to change their focus:

"Damn it! You can never get tired of watching the anchor's hand, the more you watch it, the more you like it!"

"This inkstone! This inkstone!"

"Please forgive my incoherent words, why does this inkstone boy look so much like General Yue Fei's righteous inkstone! The inkstone shape of the Song Dynasty, Wen Tianxiang's inkstone inscription!"

"Is the upstairs stupid? Hasn't the Zhengqi Inkstone disappeared long ago? Isn't this an imitation, no matter how it looks?"

"I don't know if the inkstone is a fake, but the ink in the anchor's hand is definitely the real thing! Qinyuanchun in 80! A certain treasure sells for 1! I just vomited blood into it two days ago, so I dare to collect it! The anchor actually took Come to study ink! The anchor is really rich, don't explain!"

"Just to put in a word, am I the only one who saw that the anchor is not wearing ancient costumes today?"

"And this table! Huanghuali! It's nothing if you don't wear ancient clothes. The anchor has a good figure and looks good in anything!"

……

Practicing calligraphy pays attention to calmness. Jing Xing turned on the live broadcast and stood by the table, and then began to study ink and write. He didn't pay attention to the platform any more, and naturally he didn't pay attention to the audience's comments.So, of course, Jing Xing didn't know what kind of low-key local tyrant he was looking for in the future husband!

After copying an "Orchid Pavilion Preface", Jing Xing rinsed the brush in a brush wash and hung it on the pen stand.Looking at the opposite side, Lan Wanhua is still concentrating on the document in front of him, writing and drawing with a pen on a stack of A4 paper, writing various comments and replies.

After taking a sip of the water in the glass, he realized that it was already cold.Jing Xing got up from his seat and changed the thermos in front of Lan Wanhua to warm water.Afterwards, Jing Xing took a copy of "The Little Prince" from the nearby bookshelf and began to read. Obviously, he had already forgotten about the live broadcast.

Time passed by minutes and seconds, and half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. Lan Wanhua still maintained the same posture, almost unchanged.

"Brother Lang, don't sit all the time. It's bad for your health. Let me take you out for a walk in the garden, okay?" Jing Xing walked to Lan Wanhua's side, interrupting his work, and said.

"I still have three or four documents, which will be approved soon. Jing Xing will wait for a while, okay?" Lan Wanhua stopped the pen in his hand, and turned his head to look at Jing Xingdao.

Jing Xing glanced at the documents on Lan Wanhua's desktop, and there were indeed not many left, so he didn't persuade him much.Taking two steps back, Jing Xing put his hands on Lan Wanhua's shoulders and neck, and gently began to knead them. The muscles under his hands were stiff and tangled, obviously the cervical spine was not in good shape.

In order not to disturb Lan Wanhua's work, at the beginning, Jing Xing moved gently, just to relieve the muscle tension caused by Lan Wanhua's long-term movement.

Perhaps in order not to keep Jing Xing waiting for a long time, Lan Wanhua accelerated the speed of document approval.

But 10 minutes later, Lan Wanhua stopped the pen in his hand, turned his head to hold Jing Xing's hand on his shoulder and neck, and said, "Jing Xing wants to go for a walk, shall we go?"

"Don't worry!" Jing Xing smiled, "Is Brother Lang's right shoulder often sore recently, and he can't lift his arm high?"

"That's right." Lan Wanhua smiled, feeling very relieved by Jing Xing's concern for him.

"Shall I press it for you? Just finish pressing it!" Jing Xing said with a smile.

"Okay." Lan Wanhua, who had never been to a massage parlor in her life, nor had she been massaged by others, agreed naively.

With permission, Jing Xing found several muscle nodes on Lan Wanhua's shoulders, and increased the strength of his fingers.

"Hiss—" Lan Wanhua couldn't help crying out in pain, and couldn't help but move forward to avoid it.

"It's right that it hurts! If Brother Lang doesn't pay attention, it won't be long before your neck hurts every time you move it!" Jing Xing pulled back Lan Wanhua's escaped shoulder, and began to knead the acupuncture points on his shoulder.

"Jing Xing be gentle." The sore, numb and painful feeling on his shoulders was really unbearable, Lan Wanhua tried to make Jing Xing let go.

"How can it be effective if it doesn't hurt! When I rub this tendon on your shoulder for you, it won't hurt anymore!" Jing Xing said, not taking the bait at all.

"Ah—hey." Lan Wanhua cried out in pain. He was used to being in a high position, and no one except his parents could control him. No one could force him to do things he didn't want.Lan Wanhua himself is a person who likes to enjoy himself. He can't even take medicine if he wants to, let alone go to a painful thing like massage and stretching!Therefore, Lan Wanhua's tolerance for pain is very low. At this time, when Jing Xing pressed him hard on the chair, he would cry out in pain twice, which was perfectly normal.

However, what was ignored by Jing Xing was that the people on the live broadcast platform didn't know about it!

"Hey? Did the anchor finally speak? The anchor's voice is so neutral, but it sounds good!"

"I think the host just forgot about us..."

"The anchor has not appeared in front of the camera for 5 minutes"

"What are you doing! Overlord is attacking hard?" This is the audience who just entered the live broadcast room.

"People who have been standing by the platform said that the anchor is giving people a massage."

"Damn it, it hurts to hear it! So the gentleness and gentleness that the anchor showed before is fake?"

"fake +1"

"fake +2"

……

When the interest came, Jing Xing, who gave Lan Wanhua a full-body massage, completely forgot about the live broadcast that was always on until the phone turned off automatically when the battery was low.For such an unreliable host as Jing Xing, without revealing more privacy, I can only say that fortunately, the phone battery is low!

"Brother Lang, my craftsmanship is pretty good, right? This is a skill that I learned from my dad!" Jing Xing used his thumb joints to support Lan Wanhua's soles, bringing the finishing touch.

Feeling that she had endured unparalleled torture, Lan Wanhua was glad that her little lover had finally had fun, and propped up her body slightly and sat on the layers of pillows at the head of the bed.After moving the joints, I really felt much looser.

Holding Jing Xing's hand with a little force, and letting him sit on the side of the bed to lean against her arms, Lan Wanhua chose an answer that made Jing Xing happy and saved him from suffering in the future: "Jing Xing's craftsmanship is, of course, Not bad. It’s just that the process was a little painful, I thought about it carefully, in order to avoid future troubles and my muscles suffering, it’s better to exercise regularly to keep my body healthy.”

"Brother Lang just thinks so!" Jing Xing was naturally satisfied with Lan Wanhua's words.Leaning in Lan Wanhua's arms, Jing Xing raised his head, looked at the relaxed face of his older lover, and for some reason, wanted to kiss.

After thinking this way, Jing Xing did the same.Stretching out his hand to support Lan Wanhua's face, it was a position on the bed, Jing Xing's soft and long hair drooped down, and slowly swept across Lan Wanhua's neck as the owner's height dropped.

Before kissing, do you want to ask Brother Lang for his opinion?Looking at Lan Wanhua's eyes that were getting deeper and deeper, Jing Xing was troubled.Forget it, let’s ask!

"Brother Lang, I want to kiss you." Jing Xing pursed his lips and said.

What Jing Xing answered was a dizzying turn.The body was restrained in a strong embrace, the lower lip was gently embraced, and gently pulled away from the white teeth, a numb feeling came along with slight pain, Jing Xing involuntarily closed his eyes.Lan Wanhua is such a gentle person, no matter how anxious her heart is, she will not make her beloved feel uncomfortable at all.

Jing Xing stretched out his hand to hug his older lover's back, at this moment, Jing Xing thought, even if he just handed it over to him, he would be willing.

Therefore, when Lan Wanhua's hand was inserted along his waist, Jing Xing did not refuse.

What kind of feeling is this?It's like the freedom of ups and downs in the spring in the space; it's like the joy of watching peach petals falling; it's like the joy of running with the wind in the rain.

However, just like a high-altitude bungee jumping in an amusement park, it came to an abrupt stop after reaching the commanding heights. At the last moment, Lan Wanhua stopped unexpectedly.He suddenly pulled over the quilt on one side, and wrapped Jing Xing tightly, leaving only his nose and eyes outside.

Jing Xing was dazedly immersed in the pleasure he had never experienced before, and was very dissatisfied with Lan Wanhua's running away.Unable to focus his eyes, with great dissatisfaction, he looked for the elderly lover who was gradually moving away from him, and wanted to lift the quilt.

"Hey, don't move!" Lan Wanhua panted, and stopped Jing Xing's movements.

Suddenly sober!The shy Hongyun replaced the emotional Taodi, Jing Xing suddenly pulled up the quilt on his body, blocking the sight communication between himself and Lan Wanhua like stealing a bell.

"My God, what happened just now!" "How am I going to face Lange later?" "Why did things develop like this?" "Sex before marriage should be firmly resisted!" "Why did Lange stop just now?" Did he despise me?"...

Countless thoughts flashed through Jing Xing's mind at this moment, and since he couldn't see Lan Wanhua's face, Jing Xing didn't know which of his guesses was correct, which made him even more uneasy.

Across the quilt, Lan Wanhua lay flat outside the quilt to calm himself down, he didn't even dare to pull Jing Xing's quilt away, for fear that he would turn into a hungry beast in an instant and swallow Jing Xing.

In this way, the two of them got along peacefully for a long time, one under the quilt and the other outside.Until Lan Wanhua felt that he had finally calmed down, he reached out and lifted the quilt covering Jing Xing's head, only to find that Jing Xing had fallen asleep breathing evenly.

"Heartless little thing." Lan Wanhua scolded softly, stretched out her hand to tidy the quilt for Jing Xing, and got off the bed.Lan Wanhua felt that she still needed to go to the bathroom.