When he entered the door, Xun curled up in Ji Ming's arms, his whole body was exhausted, his eyes were slightly closed, and his eyelashes with water droplets were trembling slightly, like a sleeping child.
Kicking off her shoes at the entrance, Jiaming stepped on the floor, hugged her and walked straight to the bathroom, and then let Xun sit on the toilet.
"You can still move. I'll help you turn on the water. You can take a hot bath first."
"Well..."
Taking off his raincoat and throwing it aside, Jiaming turned on the faucet on the bathtub and adjusted the water temperature: "Although you are in good health and won't catch a cold, it's better to wash it a little warmer. You can handle the rest by yourself. I'll do it first."
Let's go out." He turned around and was about to go out. Looking at the man who was bending over and taking off his shoes, Jia Ming stopped again. There was obviously a scratch on the back of Xun's left foot. After running 40,000 meters, it was obvious that
It became red and swollen, and the oozing blood formed a scab that stuck to the short stockings.
"A midday scrape?"
"Yeah." He raised his head and nodded gently.
"I'm going to get the medicine box and come down." Looking at the injury, Jia Ming turned and went upstairs. After a while, he came down with the medicine box. When he opened the door, Xun was taking off his underwear from the crook of his legs. Seeing Jia Ming's home
When Ming came in, she put her hands by her sides, and the naked body of the sixteen-year-old girl was clearly visible in front of Jia Ming.
The next moment, Jia Ming picked up the big white towel and put it on her body, covering the three points that were supposed to be the girl's secrets.
"In front of any man, such actions should not be taken lightly."
Squatting in front of Xun, Jiaming slightly raised her injured leg and said lightly.
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"Oh, if the opponent is me, it will be more effective to put on clothes. Although this state will make 90% of the men pounce on me desperately, but relatively speaking, a woman who always remains reserved and shy can
It will further stimulate a man's desire to conquer, and it will be easier for you to control."
Listening to what Jiaming said, Xun seemed to want to say something, but in the end he just nodded and said softly: "Yes." Holding her calf and leg, Jiaming had already begun to take off the stockings downwards, and under the light
Underneath, the white legs and pink feet are particularly attractive. Xun's feet are very small, which reminds people of ladies with bound feet in ancient times. Even Jiaming can't help but think of it. If it were in ancient times, a woman's feet would be like this.
Even in places that are more private and shameful than breasts and private parts, even if many women give their bodies to their husbands, they still rarely let their husbands touch their feet.
On the other side, Xun just looked at Jiaming's movements quietly. If an ordinary person saw something like this that would cause pain to them, they might turn their eyes away subconsciously. But she just looked at Jiaming's hand intently, bleeding.
When the scab was slowly torn open, there was no emotion on her face. She could only tell from the beating blood in her legs that she felt the pain. Then, her eyes followed that hand, watching him gently caress her.
Scrubbing, disinfecting, applying medicine, and bandaging, as if to imprint all of this in my mind.
Even though she was wearing a bath towel, sometimes when Xun raised her legs a little higher, she could still see the scene between her legs. Whenever this happened, Jiaming would always frown and lower her legs a little.
"Okay, be careful not to touch the water with this foot. I will help you take off your clothes and put them at the door. I'm leaving first."
Picking up the raincoat on one side, Jia Ming turned around and went out while talking. Xun's eyes trembled slightly as he watched the figure turn out, followed by the sound of the door closing.
She sat there for a while, then stood up with a dazed look, threw away the towel, and entered the bathtub. The hot water enveloped her skin. Jiaming's voice came from outside the door again: "I put the clothes here.
." Soon after, the sound of opening and closing the door came again. She stared blankly at the bathroom wall, and then her mouth, nose, eyes, and forehead slowly sank into the hot water...
The sound of her first breath after leaving the water was a bit like choking. However, the water droplets rolled down her face, her expression was still light, and there was no sign of crying.
After soaking in the hot water for more than ten minutes, she got out of the bathtub, wiped her body clean, and then opened the door naked and went out. The light from the bathroom spread into the dark living room, and a pile of clothes was placed on the ground beside the door.
She picked up the clothes, went upstairs like a ghost, opened the door, got into bed, and silently hugged the giant panda on the bed.
I couldn't understand what I was feeling in my heart, and I couldn't grasp the expectations in my heart. Showing my body in front of him came from an incomprehensible impulse. Maybe it was because of the gratitude that arose in my heart when I fought with that man just now, or maybe it was
A naughty prank arose because of the treatment she had received, but taking Jiaming as her opponent was indeed something she didn't dare to think about. It was not that she didn't know the concepts of going to bed and losing her virginity in her heart, but if
It was him, and that did not seem to matter - she was not cheating or fighting.
After dealing with the things that need to be dealt with, he will not stay here anymore. This is a natural understanding.
Watching him leave so simply, she still felt a little disappointed in her heart that he occasionally came over and left late at night after training, and there seemed to be something deeper than loss. She didn't know what it was, but she didn't know what it was.
I don't know where it came from. Maybe Jiaming's bandage just now was too gentle, or maybe fatigue and pain have reduced his willpower.
It was still raining outside, and there was no moonlight. She was naked and sleeping there motionless with the panda in her arms. At some point, she suddenly raised her head, and the sound of the door opening sounded downstairs, followed by the sound of footsteps.
It is Jiaming’s familiar frequency when he is not disguised.
Jiaming came in, but did not speak or come to look for her. After a while, there seemed to be the sound of a gas stove turning on below, and then the slight friction of a spatula. She sat up from the bed and put on the dress Jiaming had prepared for her.
, that seemed to be the most expensive evening dress that Tianyu Zhengze and others prepared for her when she came to China. It was probably because she would also attend the banquet, but Xun was certainly not in the mood to care about it, and put her half-wet long hair aside
Pulling a ponytail behind her head, she rushed out of the room. When she came down to the corner of the stairs, she saw Jiaming busy in the kitchen.
"Gu..."
"Oh, I'm here. I looked for your refrigerator and found nothing. You probably haven't had dinner yet, so I went to the canteen and packed some cold rice and vegetables back. I'll fry you some fried rice. It's simple.
Just a little bit, don't mind." Looking back at Xun on the stairs, Jia Ming frowned slightly, "Is this how you dress in an evening dress? You should at least go up and blow dry your hair and put a little powder on your face. You look like this.
It looks very awkward.”
"Uh...oh."
Nodding in a panic, Xun quickly returned to the room, took out the electric dryer to dry her hair, rolled it up and lightly applied a layer of powder on her cheeks. She walked to the door, but came back and took it out of the drawer.
She applied a light layer of lipstick that she had never used before, put on a little blush to make her look less tired, and curled her eyelashes... After more than ten minutes, she came downstairs and found a plate on the dining room table.
With hot egg fried rice, Jia Ming sat on the sofa in the living room and turned on the TV to watch international news.
After a quick glance, Jiaming nodded: "Oh, let's eat." Then he turned his attention back to the TV screen.
He didn't praise her, and he felt a little disappointed in his heart. Then he felt that his brain was broken. He had only praised her once in such a long time. How could he open his mouth because of such trivial things? However, he didn't scold her, which represented her.
The makeup is pretty good.
While eating egg fried rice, he occasionally raised his head and glanced at Jia Ming. At a certain moment, Jia Ming also looked over and frowned: "What's wrong? It doesn't taste good?"
"It's delicious..." Although the answer was gentle, he already tried to open his mouth wide and swallowed the food in big mouthfuls. He seemed to be somewhat satisfied with her reaction. Jiaming nodded and continued to watch the news.
At a certain moment, looking up at the scene of Jiaming watching TV, Xun suddenly remembered the several times he went to Jiaming's place. It seemed to be the same situation. Jiaming and Lingjing were preparing breakfast, and Shasha was watching TV or tidying up.
Of course, occasionally Lingjing would be washing dishes and Jiaming would be resting. He had never felt that warm feeling of everyone having their own place in Japan, but the scene in front of him was so similar to that feeling. He was watching
TV, I am eating, and I have to wash the dishes after eating...
"I've finished eating." Xun stood up from the table, took the plate and wanted to wash it, but Jia Ming suddenly stopped her: "No need to wash it, turn off the light first, and then come here."
"Huh?" Not daring to disobey Jiaming, Xun walked to the door and turned off the light. When he walked to the coffee table, Jiaming had already taken out a round box from under the coffee table. It was a birthday cake. After opening it,
Put a candle on it.
"Tianyu Zhengze called me today and said it was your sixteenth birthday. He hoped that I could help you celebrate it. It was not necessary originally, but because of Joseph's matter, I had to come over anyway, so I might as well celebrate it for you.
Forget it, time is short, and it's not an expensive cake... To be honest, I hate cream..." Light the match, and then the candles lit up in the darkness.
"Make a wish first, then blow out the candles. Huh?"
The firelight flickered in the darkness. She stood there in a daze, suddenly unable to move. In her eyes, Jia Ming extinguished the match in her hand with an expression that was always indifferent.