The head of the small mushroom is about a foot away from the bottom. It is so high that Yin Yijie can probably touch the top of it with his hand. There are windows at the front and back, and the rest is made of tempered glass with red cellophane on it. It looks clean and fresh.
Cute. A lotus leaf opens the wash basin, and a milky white lotus arrow spits out warm water. The mirror is curved, looking at everything around it quietly.
Yin Yijie brought me in like a cart, moved a high stool over and asked me to sit on it.
This place is not big, so two people can just stand there. If we add a stool, it will become a bit crowded.
It was crowded, and he and I were very, very close. Yin Yijie stood behind me, almost touching my back.
I was really at a loss. I lowered my head and listened to his even and steady breathing, his strong heartbeat, my hands trembling slightly, and I didn't dare to move at all.[
I'm afraid that if I come into contact with it too much, something will burn, which scares me.
In the mirror, my cheeks were red, my lips were a little white, and I almost bled from my bite.
Yin Yijie looked around and smiled silently. He put his hands around my back, turned on the faucet, took my hand, put it under the faucet, and scrubbed it carefully a few times.
There was cleansing soap under the lotus leaves, and there were almonds and other things on it, with a faint plant fragrance. Yin Yijie picked it up, gently wiped it on one hand for me, and then switched to the other.
His slender fingers and generous palms, with 120V voltage, stroked each of my fingers and washed them very slowly and carefully, as if they were afraid of hurting me.
When the fingers intertwined, my mind was almost shattered.
I almost fell into his arms and was taken care of by him like a baby. I stared at my sleeves and whispered: "I will do it myself."
Yin Yijie paused for a second, laughed out loud, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I got your sleeves wet..."
"I'll do it myself." At this moment, I really didn't know whether I should pinch myself or what to do. I could only simply repeat this sentence, trying to break free from his hands.
Yin Yijie looked up at the mirror, looked at me and asked: "Ke'er, can't you still treat me as your family?"
Ah, what do you mean? My mind has stopped and I can’t remember.