Seduce a shy loyal dog

Chapter 10

Zhang Jianshan

After pouring the medicated oil, Zhou Lang pressed the palm of his hand lightly, and the difference in skin color between the two was very obvious.

He is exposed to the sun every day, his skin is rough and dark, but Song Yirong is fair and clean, even his ankles are beautiful, he can hold them with a light circle of index finger and thumb, and there is even room.

"Is this strength okay?" Zhou Lang rubbed the medicated oil to warm up, and gently rubbed the blood stasis with the palm of his hand.

Zhou Lang's palm was like a stove, the part where Song Yirong's skin was attached was very hot.

It doesn't hurt much when kneading.

But when the medicated oil starts to work, the injured part becomes hot.

Song Yirong couldn't help but snorted, and his voice fell into Zhou Lang's ears without hindrance.

Zhou Lang couldn't control the strength in his hand, and Song Yirong trembled when he pressed it.

"Hey, it hurts."

Zhou Lang withdrew his hand, rarely flustered: "Sorry."

"It's okay," Song Yirong retracted his legs, and said suddenly, "Are you hungry?"

Zhou Lang: "Huh?"

Song Yirong blinked his eyes: "I seem to be hungry."

Zhou Lang thought for a while and asked, "Do you want to eat noodles?"

I really want to eat, but it's so late, it's too much trouble to make it.

Song Yirong shook his head, "No need."

Song Yirong: "Shall we eat something else?"

There was a wind blowing outside the window, and the sound of the wind blew over the window, and the glass rattled. Zhou Lang looked at his bright red lips, and his voice was a little dazed, "What?"

"Can you open the refrigerator for me?" Song Yirong put on her slippers and sat up straight, but her injured foot was still on the floor, and she still couldn't exert herself. "I bought something delicious."

Tonight's Song Yirong's eyes are very bright, completely different from the dejected eyes in the rainstorm that day. The difference between the two adds an increasingly blurred filter to Song Yirong, making Zhou Lang briefly absent-minded.

"Okay, I'll wash my hands first."

He is tall, much taller than the refrigerator. Song Yirong watched him bend his back slightly to take the mousse cake, and the shadow under the cold white light overlapped with a fragment of a dream.

Song Yirong: "There are two, mango mousse, have you looked at it?"

"Well," Zhou Lang confirmed again, "Do you want two?"

"Yes." Song Yirong pressed his side face against the back of the sofa, revealing a pair of smiling eyes.

"Here." Zhou Lang held two boxes of mango mousse with one hand. With long legs, he quickly walked up to Song Yirong and handed them to Song Yirong. His nails were neatly manicured, and the veins on the back of his dark-skinned hands were slightly protruding, making him look like a cake. Too small.

Song Yirong picked at his fingers, took out only one box, and said, "You should try it too, this cake tastes very good."

Zhou Lang doesn't like to eat sweets, he always thinks this kind of food is too greasy and makes his throat choked up.

But as soon as the words of refusal came to his lips, the image of Song Yirong eating cake alone in the dark living room flashed through his mind.

His heart softened suddenly, Zhou Lang said, "Okay."

Confused, it was already 01:30 when Zhou Lang returned home. :лf

He opened the door and went in, just as Zhou Dahe got up at night, the two looked at each other without speaking.

It was Zhou Lang who spoke first: "Dad."

"En." Zhou Dahe responded, "Go to bed early." Then he passed by without asking anything.

The night was as quiet as ever.

There was a lamp on the old desk, and Zhou Lang sat by the desk for a long time before getting up to wash up.

Song Yirong didn't remember when he turned off the light in the bedroom. When he woke up, it was dimly lit. He ate too much last night, and now his stomach is still slightly full.

Early in the morning, the thoughts were relatively clear, and the camera was waterproof, so the photos taken in the mountains that day were still there. After reading it again, Song Yirong opened the document of "Going to the Mountain" and continued to type.

Deep in the dense forest, the mist is misty.

Zhang Jianshan couldn't hold back and came here again. He hunted a rabbit and wanted to share it with Liang Chunlai.

Liang Chunlai washed his hands, looked at him with the same eyebrows and eyes, warm as jade, "Jianshan, do you like me?"

Zhang Jianshan was carrying the rabbit, his appearance was a little funny, but his eyes were extremely sincere, "Well, I like it."

A kiss just fell on his temple.

As close as cicada feathers.

But Zhang Jianshan was fixed in place, unable to move for a long time.

The lips were as fresh as before, Zhang Jian Shanmu stared blankly at that face, feeling his heart beating fast.

The rabbit in his hand seemed to be alive.

My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.

From then on, Zhang Jianshan came every day.

...

The moment she stopped her fingers, Song Yirong exhaled, relaxed her back and leaned on the seat, and gently rubbed her forehead.

He wrote the update of nearly [-] words intermittently for almost a day, and at the same time when the update was published, the edited information arrived on time.

Edit: [cry loudly];

Edit: [-]D update is so fat!We are reliable!

Songrong: [Hold fists];

Editor: By the way, your last book "Dry Spring" will be published soon.It shouldn't take long before the signature paper will be sent to you.

Songyong: Limited or time-limited?

Edit: Let's fight for you, let's set a limit.

EDIT: Don't praise me, I know I'm sweet --

Songyong: Everything is fine.

Songyong: I recently moved.

Songyong: new address (picture);

EDIT: okk received;

Opened Weibo, the editing efficiency was very high, and the Weibo about the publication of "Dry Spring" had already been posted, and I also tweeted him.

Song Yirong is very good at acting.

On Weibo, he plays a happy role, can use cute emoticons, can act like a baby, and can say witty words.

Song Rong's comment: Thank you everyone for liking Qianquan =v=

Sometimes Song Yirong even felt that besides his psychology, there was something wrong with his spirit.

He didn't know if other people lived like this, but he was used to this rhythmic pattern.

Face different people with different faces.

The fingernails hurt the palm, and Song Yirong slowly released the pressure, but there was already a red crescent moon mark on the palm.

I don't know if it's good to continue living like this, but this is already the most suitable method Song Yirong has found.

Avoid being static and living forever in the past.

Maybe he also had the thought of grabbing that life-saving straw in his heart.

Try to be positive and try to see the sunshine every morning.