After the sick top was forced to marry

"That's right," Pei Ming nodded, as if taking it for granted, "The doctor said you can't get wet."

"...tsk."

Lin Zijin sighed and looked away: "Isn't it appropriate?"

Pei Ming's eyes darkened, but he didn't continue to pester: "What brother Lin said is true, then I'll try to see if I can wash it myself."

After speaking, he turned and went back to the bathroom, closing the door gently.

Immediately, the sound of water sounded inside.Pei Ming didn't turn on too much water, and the sound of drizzling and drizzling could be heard outside through the poorly sound-insulated door.

Lin Zijin was originally lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, but now listening to the sound of water, he felt more and more like sitting on pins and needles.

It can be seen that Pei Ming's hand was seriously injured.

But it wasn't him who hurt him?Why should I feel that my conscience can't make it through?

Lin Zijin locked the screen of his phone irritably, stood up and walked around in the guest room, looking up at the bathroom door from time to time.

How long has Pei Ming been in?

Does it take so long to take a shower?

If the wound is blistered... what will happen?

I'm so annoying.

Lin Zijin covered his face with a long sigh, and walked slowly to the bathroom.

If you want to blame it, blame him for having too high a sense of morality, and he really can't bear to let an injured person take a bath alone.

With the tip of his tongue against the back molars, he reached out and knocked on the door lightly, and asked vaguely, "Have you finished washing?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he regretted a little.

The sound of water is still ringing, isn't the question nonsense?

The people inside didn't speak.

Lin Zijin was a little flustered by him, so he raised his voice and asked again: "Have you finished washing? Say something."

The sound of drizzling water stopped abruptly, followed by the sound of "dingling jingling" in a hurry.

He frowned slightly, and just about to push the door straight in, Pei Ming opened it.

"Lin, Brother Lin," Pei Ming's face was a little red from the steam, his eyes were gleaming, and he hurriedly wrapped a towel around his waist, "Do you want to use the bathroom?"

"I do not need."

Lin Zijin coughed lightly, and looked away: "That's right, I want to ask if you still want my help?"

"What help?"

"Take a shower."

Lin Zijin glared at him, and his tone became a little impatient: "Do you want to help? If not, I'm leaving."

Pei Ming quickly stopped him: "No, I want to help."

He opened the bathroom door, and white steam rushed in.Lin Zijin took off his coat and followed Pei Ming to the bathroom.

"Brother Lin, just wash my hair for me, I..."

Pei Ming seemed to be afraid that he would go back on his word, and kept holding on to his wrist tightly.

Lin Zijin frowned and took a breath: "Pull your claws away, why are you so strong?"

Pei Ming let go of his hand embarrassingly.

He took the shower gel and shampoo off the shelf and put them beside him. Just as he was about to raise his legs and step into the bathtub, his feet slipped suddenly.

Lin Zijin was startled, and in a panic reached out to wrap him in his arms.

"Brother Lin, hand!"

Pei Ming grunted in pain, and Lin Zijin noticed that he had just grabbed Pei Ming's injured hand, and quickly released it like an electric shock, but made trouble for Pei Ming again.

He was not wearing any clothes, and the bath towel tied around his waist was also in jeopardy. Lin Zijin had no way to help him, so he could only put his arms around Pei Ming's waist and let him stand firmly against the sink.

"Are your hands broken and your feet broken too?" Lin Zijin said coldly, "Can you fall on flat ground?"

Just now, he was afraid that Pei Ming would be injured if he fell again, so he put his arms tightly around Pei Ming's waist, and now he felt something was wrong.

The skin in contact with the palm is the soft flesh around the waist, which feels good to the touch, but the texture of the muscles underneath can be faintly felt.

Lin Zijin squeezed subconsciously, and then heard Pei Ming groan.

Just like a bullied puppy.

The gangster surnamed Lin raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a little strange.

He patted Pei Ming's face: "Child, how long will you lie in my arms? Shall I wash it?"

Pei Ming responded vaguely, got up from his arms, walked towards the bathtub, and then slowly untied the towel around his waist.

Lin Zijin just wanted to turn his face away, but realized that even if he avoided looking at it now, he would inevitably look at it later when he helped wash.

So he took a deep breath, and set his eyes on the body of the person in front of him dignifiedly.

Pei Ming belongs to the kind of figure that looks thin when he takes off his clothes. He usually doesn't think there is anything special about it, but when he takes off his clothes, all the muscles covered under are exposed. Under the lights of Yuba, he is so white that it is unreal.But there are some deep and shallow scars mottled on it, looking a little frightening.

Compared with those little Internet celebrities who take off their clothes like a washboard, they are much more eye-catching.

It's not that no one has tried to climb his bed for so many years, it's just that his body is comparable to that of a white-cut chicken.

The villainous Lin just watched those little boys posing in front of him, and when they finished their performance, he would praise them as if they had completed a task, then politely sent them away with no expression on their faces, and then dragged the boss of the other party into the blacklist before they refused to cooperate. Gradually, the rumor of his "sexual frigidity" became famous in the circle.

How can there be any good person who drives an artist to another boss's bed?

A crisp sound of water interrupted Lin Zijin's thoughts,

He quickly regained his senses from that beautiful back, and stepped forward a few steps, a little at a loss: "How...how can I wash it for you?"

Pei Ming turned to look at him, his dog eyes were full of light: "Just wash my hair for me."

"Just washing your hair?"

Lin Zijin answered the sentence hesitantly, and wanted to slap himself when he finished.

Pei Ming was obviously stunned for a moment, and immediately blushed: "Then, brother Lin, do you still want to..."

"A nonsense question, don't want to, don't take it seriously,"

Lin Zijin immediately ruthlessly repeated three times, killing this strange topic in its cradle.

Pei Ming let out a soft "oh", his eyes were full of regret.

"What do you regret?" Lin Zijin unceremoniously turned the little star's head to the side, "Do you really want to be ruled by me so much?"

Pei Ming lowered his eyes and whispered, "Think about it."

But Lin Zijin just turned on the shower head next to him, and his whispered answer was drowned in the sound of water.

"The two of us are just a cooperative relationship. After a few years, we will have nothing to do with each other, you know?"

Lin Zijin squeezed the shampoo into the palm of his hand, slowly worked out foam and applied it on Pei Ming's hair.

"How many years?" Pei Ming asked.

"Maybe a year or two," Lin Zijin said, "What's the matter? You don't want to do it so soon? You haven't got the resources yet, so don't give up halfway."

He lowered his head and happened to be able to see Pei Ming's eyelashes trembling slightly.

Pei Ming's eyelashes are very long, making his eyes beautiful, especially when he smiles and looks at people, it seems like there is a sun living inside.

There must be many people who like him.

Lin Zijin thought of this question inexplicably, and was taken aback for a while.

With a contract in hand, it is estimated that it is quite difficult for him to find a partner. He is tied to him, and he does not dare to pursue someone he likes easily.

It was rare for him to find out his conscience, so he had nothing to say and said, "Well... If you usually want to fall in love with someone else, you can tell me."

Pei Ming let out a muffled "hmm".

He picked up the nozzle that was set aside, tested the water temperature, and slowly washed away the foam from Pei Ming's hair: "Then the agreement will be voided, is that okay? I didn't consider this before, it's our fault. "

Pei Ming didn't speak.

This awkward silence lasted until Lin Zijin washed the foam away, and then he said softly, "Do you hate me that much?"

"Ok?"

Lin Zijin was a little puzzled by his question: "What does it have to do with whether you like it or not? You have to fall in love and get married, right? You're only 23, and you can't really sleep with me forever?"

Pei Ming suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the nozzle abruptly, and brushed his hair.

His hands were so strong that Lin Zijin shrank back in fright.

"Crazy?" Lin Zijin became angry, "I'm not happy to serve you anymore, are I?"

Pei Ming turned his head with red eyes: "I just don't like it!"

He bit his lip, his knuckles on the edge of the bathtub turned white, and trembled slightly: "Do you know what I really want?"

"I don't care what you want, it's inexplicable."

Lin Zijin was suddenly scolded, and was about to leave the bathroom straight away, but Pei Ming choked up behind him and said, "You never cared about my feelings."

Never cared about his feelings?

Leaving aside who Pei Ming belonged to, he would care about Pei Ming's feelings, but if he really didn't care about Pei Ming's feelings, he would be able to say something a hundred times worse than now.

"You didn't tell me when you came to the film crew, and you didn't tell me when you went to shoot a magazine," Pei Ming sobbed and said in a low voice, "I know it all from others, but you never told me from your own mouth. You don't have anything to me Say, you lied to me about everything, and drove me away every day, do you really hate me?"

He raised his crying eyes to look at Lin Zijin: "Don't you want to know why I fought with Yu Shan? It's because he said you don't care what I think, so I'm very angry and sad."

Lin Zijin looked into his eyes.

There was no wave in the pair of peach blossom eyes that were usually joking or smiling, they were very calm, as if the topic they were talking about had nothing to do with him.

Pei Ming's heart throbbed when he looked at those eyes without a trace of emotion.

Lin Zijin looked at him for a while, then said softly, "But Pei Ming, you have to figure it out."

"We are fake couples who have signed an agreement. At most, it is a cooperative relationship, not friends. So you have no right to control where I go and what I do, and I have no obligation to report my itinerary to you. For the same reason, I will not interfere Any choice and idea of ​​yours."

"I said this, can you understand? We are strangers from the beginning of this relationship, and it is best to be strangers at the end of the relationship. I... don't want to have an intersection with you beyond the agreement."

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