"What are you doing?" Luo Ling looked at him suspiciously.
"Don't look at me with your impure eyes, I'm a gentleman, hum."
Zhang Shaoliang let out a soft hum from his nose, pressing Luo Ling down, signaling her to lie down, then sat beside her, and began to rub her lumbar spine.
"Does it still hurt?" Zhang Shaoliang paid attention to the expression on Luo Ling's face while paying attention to the expression.
Luo Ling nodded and frowned slightly: "It's a little bit."
"Well, I'll watch the night at night, you can rest. By the way, since I've been sleeping all day, you must have not eaten anything. Eat something before going to bed."
As he said that, Zhang Shaoliang took out the dry food from his luggage and handed it to Luo Ling. Luo Ling quickly opened it, but unexpectedly found that it was the osmanthus cake she liked to eat.
"Huh? Where did you come from?" Luo Ling said in surprise.
Zhang Shaoliang chuckled and said, "I found it in the farmhouse before. I gave them so much silver and took away a few pieces of pastries, it's not too much."
Luo Ling nodded undeniably. She had been hungry for a day and immediately didn't care about much and started to swallow her voraciously.
"Ahem..."
Perhaps because she was eating too quickly, she was lying down again and couldn't swallow it for a while. She reached out and patted her chest and coughed twice in discomfort.
"Eat slowly, no one robs you. If I choke to death, I have to dig a hole and bury you. It's really..." Zhang Shaoliang shook his head and sighed, handing her the water bag, reaching out his hand.
She stroked her back rhythmically, helping her to keep her breath.
Luo Ling drank a few big mouthfuls of water and felt it was smooth. He started to eat again. As he ate, he found that Zhang Shaoliang was looking at her. He couldn't help but stop sending pastries into his mouth and asked him:
"Why don't you eat me when you look at me?"
Zhang Shaoliang raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "You eat so deliciously, why do I have the nerve to compete with you?"
Luo Ling's cheeks flushed slightly, as if she said she had never eaten anything in her eight hundred years. She pushed the remaining few osmanthus cakes in front of Zhang Shaoliang and said, "You eat it, I'm full."
"Who wants to eat what you have left? I'll eat this." Zhang Shaoliang flipped through his luggage again. Although it was the luggage brought by Luo Ling, it seems that he has put many strange things in it and has become a public luggage.
It's right.
"What else is there to eat?" Luo Ling pulled up to the next side of her luggage. When she saw Zhang Shaoliang take out a pack of oil paper and holding something. When she opened it, she smelled the faint smell of meat, "It's dried meat jerky
!I want it too!” Luo Ling muttered with his eyes shiny.
"Hey, you have eaten the osmanthus cake, these are mine." Zhang Shaoliang only glanced at her, then turned around and was not going to share it with her. Luo Ling was stuck by his side and looked at him eagerly.
He filled the jerky with dried meat into his mouth piece by piece.
"I'll carry you for a day, and when I see you asleep, I can't bear to wake you up. Now my waist hurts and my shoulders hurt. Don't you repay me?" Luo Ling sat up and said seriously.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Shaoliang turned his face, looked at her affectionately, and raised a lazy smile like Zhang Shaoliang: "Ling'er, thank you."
Luo Ling twitched his cheeks. It seemed that he could not pass the test with ordinary people's thinking. It doesn't matter. Is there any other way to treat the person with the same way?
He took the largest piece in his hand and quickly reached out to grab the largest piece when Zhang Shaoliang turned his head and took the water. Zhang Shaoliang turned around and looked at her with a gloomy face.