Because of the little brat's words "Auntie", Fang Tang did not recover until the next day.

She was not angry or complaining, but just wanted to stop slapping it.

This feeling is the same as the first time Lin Jinyan was called uncle when she was nineteen years old.

Some were amused and a little incredible, and then I couldn't forget it in my heart for several days, and I would talk about this "embarrassing thing" when I saw people.

Many times, people suddenly realize that they have actually grown up when they are caught off guard.

After all, Lin Jinyan is a person who has lived for two lives and is slightly older than his actual age.

Now in his opinion, it is actually no big deal to be called uncle.

Even if you are called grandpa by your peers, it is a good thing.

And in the girl's heart, she may feel that she will always be a seventeen-year-old fairy, so how can she be called an aunt?

"I think it's unreasonable..."

After lunch, both of them chose to sit on the sofa and rest.

Lin Jinyan thought about Fang Tang's mentality and muttered thoughtfully in his mouth.

"What's unreasonable?" Fang Tang turned to look at him, and the expression on his face was still shattered.

"In theory, girls of your age should be showing their maturity. Only women who are in their 3rd year old will yell that they are seventeen-year-old girls all day long." Lin Jinyan analyzed seriously.

"Showing maturity is not a reason to accept being called an aunt." Fang Tang said the truth to him with a serious face, "And what you said is a bit generalized. Not all girls of my age want to become mature adults; not all those who are 300... Well, this may be true."

After a pause, she said without changing her face, "In short, there are definitely many people who don't want to be a 'mature woman', at least I am such a person. It's quite unreasonable to simply discuss this matter with reasonable or not."

Lin Jinyan nodded: "Reasonable."

He made this argument in itself, not to argue with the other party, but simply wanted to divert the other party's attention.

Adjust your ability with the other party’s mentality, and this kind of emotion will not be overnight at all.

Or, this is not a negative emotion at all?

Fang Tang frowned: "I know what you are thinking. Actually, I am not unhappy, nor am I entangled with that title. Well... I suddenly thought of the way I was in bed and waiting to die after I got old, and I felt a little confused."

"Oh, think about life." Lin Jinyan suddenly raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "I have thought about it several times, this... Actually, I dare not think about the scene of 'death' until now, otherwise I will feel that my will will collapse."

After a pause, he continued, "Everyone will have this kind of emotion, just don't fall into it. You should know that there are many beautiful things around you that you need to cherish. Every time you think for a minute, you will let others down for a minute. If you accumulate little by little, you will lose a lot."

Fang Tang glanced at him: "Are you talking about yourself?"

"Why, I'm not worthy of your cherishment?" Lin Jinyan spread his hands and showed himself.

Fang Tang looked at him quietly for a while, then suddenly stood up and sat next to him, with his back facing him: "Tie my hair."

At this time, she was still wearing the bun she changed when cooking. Her hair was rubbed into a ball and tied to the back of her head. Only a few strands of hair remained on the back of her neck, revealing a piece of smooth and delicate skin.

“…”

Lin Jinyan looked at the "big meatball" in front of him, his eyes were confused and helpless.

He tried tying his hair last night.

The result is naturally a complete failure.

This kind of seemingly simple and meticulous craftsmanship is really harder to solve than a big math problem.

"I don't know."

"If you don't know how to do it, practice slowly. This is your own promise."

"I……"

Lin Jinyan opened his mouth, but finally gave up making excuses and reached out to untie the meatballs.

A faint fragrance of orange flowers drifts away.

The soft hair brushed across the back of the hand, giving it a unique sense of comfort.

——It’s like when I was a child, I inserted my hands into the sand or let the dry sand fall gently on the back of my hands.

It feels so tingling and it reaches the bottom of my heart.

He likes to help him comb his hair like this.

This unique comfort even allows him to play with his hands alternately for an hour.

‘Why does it feel a bit perverted…’

He calmed down and couldn't help but put his hand on the back of the other person's neck and rubbed it gently.

Warm and delicate is another kind of comfort.

There was still a little throbbing in my heart.

Very good, this means he is still greedy for the other person's body.

He is a normal man.

"What are you doing?" Fang Tang subconsciously shrank his neck.

"What are you doing, I just give you a few massages." Lin Jinyan took back his palm as if nothing had happened and continued to comb his hair. "The new video has been uploaded, right?"

"Well, it was passed before cooking." Fang Tang adjusted his sitting position awkwardly, "Don't move around, I don't need massage, just tie my hair well."

"That's what you need to practice. It's reasonable to adjust your mentality by massaging the back of your neck during practice." Lin Jinyan said seriously.

"What a fallacy..." Fang Tang curled his lips, but no longer objected.

She likes such intimate behavior quite well.

Unfortunately, I can't say it directly.

That's too unreserved.

Lin Jinyan continued to comb for a minute, but he really felt that he couldn't start:

“I need a dummy to practice.”

"With a real person here, what other fake person is needed?"

"The dummy is not afraid of injury, you can do whatever you want; if you accidentally hurt you, I will also hurt you."

"What's the pain?" Fang Tang gently bent the corner of his mouth and pretended to be puzzled.

"Don't pretend to be stupid, it's not cute at all."

Lin Jinyan let go of his hands and leaned against his side, "Let's rest for a while, wait and then continue practicing."

Fang Tang turned his head and looked at him, leaning down close to half of his body.

Lin Jinyan was slightly stunned and subconsciously reached out to wrap her shoulders.

Fang Tang shook his head and rubbed it against his chest: "I want to cherish it."

"What?"

"Don't pretend to be stupid, you're not cute at all."

"I'm a boy, why do you want to be cute?" Lin Jinyan raised his hand to help her clean up her scattered hair, and his fingers suddenly stopped at her earlobe.

Reach your hand and touch it.

Flesh, soft.

Fang Tang's body trembled slightly, but said nothing.

Seeing this, Lin Jinyan did not rush to let go and continued to knead.

If you don't speak, you're just accusation.

Yes, it feels so comfortable to touch.

The girl's cheeks turned red little by little as she stroked her face, and she looked very cute.

He felt as if he had found the pleasure of teasing the other person.

"I want to sleep for a while and don't move around." Fang Tang said softly.

"Sleep, sleep, I won't move around." Lin Jinyan responded, and then added, "Touching the earlobe does not mean moving around."

Fang Tang didn't want to pay attention to him and closed his eyes directly.

Within a moment, her breathing calmed down.

Lin Jinyan looked at her side face and suddenly felt a little regretful of maintaining such a posture.
Chapter completed!