Jian Xia lowered her eyes and looked at Fu Hanyun's neck, which was red with some traces of wetness. She couldn't help but licked her wet lips, and felt her cheeks burning hot for a moment.
Not only the cheeks, but even the lips seemed to be infected with the temperature of the other party's body, and the heat could not dissipate for a long time.
"I, I..." He felt embarrassed, and his mouth was parched from the heat. He couldn't speak for a long time, but he tightened his grip on the moxa stick in his hand.
Probably impatient with waiting, Fu Hanyun's body finally moved, he half propped up his body and turned to look at him, his dark eyes were dark and obscure.
"Ms. Jian," he said, in a low voice, "did something happen in the first moxibustion?"
Jian Xia: "..."
"I'm sorry," Jian Xia felt her face getting hotter.
Thinking of how he recommended his moxibustion technique to Fu Hanyun before, he couldn't help but feel more emptiness in his heart.
"I didn't mean to," he whispered.
"Huh?" Fu Hanyun looked at him with a half-smile, "What? Didn't mean it? Burn me?"
He paused, his voice sank slightly, "Or kiss me?"
Jian Xia: "..."
Fu Hanyun's voice was a little hoarse, and the end of the words hooked slightly, which made Jian Xia's ears unconsciously feel itchy.
It made him almost unable to bear the desire to raise his hand to rub it.
But relatively speaking, it was the words Fu Hanyun said that made him feel numb.
Obviously it was just carelessness, what? Time to become him and kiss him?
Jian Xia pursed her lips unconsciously, and her lowered eyelashes trembled slightly under the sunlight coming in from the glass dome.
Like a? Harmless, nothing? A lamb of resistance.
The outcome of such a lamb is often predestined.
Most of them will be mercilessly bitten by the neck by jackals, skinned and eaten, and not even a little bit of dregs will be left.
Fu Hanyun's Adam's apple rolled down unconsciously, looking at Jian Xia with unspeakable aggression and aggression.
Normally, he would find a suitable step for Jian Xia in a gentlemanly manner.
For example, when the two slept together, for example, when Jian Xia always hugged him tightly and buried him in his arms in the morning, and for example, when Jian Xia changed clothes unguardedly in front of him...
Because he was afraid of scaring him, and even more afraid that after he knew the truth, he would avoid himself like he avoided Fan Ling's helping hand.
He had to be patient, had to lower his eyelashes and cover his heart.
Jian Xia is a person who is very unwilling to owe favors to others.
Although in terms of the situation at the time, if he hadn't made a move, he might have accepted Fan Ling's kindness against his original intention for the sake of his mother.
But this kind of acceptance is completely different from the marriage with the Wei family at that time.
Getting engaged to Wei Cheng was a decision of both families, and there was no question of who owed whom, so at that time, Jian Xia was actually at ease in her heart.
But if he further chooses to be with Fan Ling because of accepting Fan Ling's help, he will instinctively feel indebted and feel that he has taken advantage of Fan Ling's feelings.
It is precisely because of this that Jian Xia chose herself between Fan Ling and herself.
It's sad or ridiculous to say it, but compared with Fan Ling, his advantage is only because, in Jian Xia's eyes, he has no feelings for him, and also really needs him.
He didn't want himself to become Fan Ling in a certain sense, that's why he kept suppressing his feelings so deliberately.
Stretch the battle line a little longer, and make it a little longer, so long that Jian Xia will fall into the net she has laid without realizing it, and finally have nowhere to escape.
But now? Now...
After enduring it for so long, he suddenly felt that it was difficult to suppress the lust in his heart.
That thing was like boiling magma, gurgling, spreading heat to every corner and pore of his body.
In fact, the moment he said that he went to Jian Xia's house to celebrate New Year's Eve, he knew that he had crossed the boundary he had set.
He was controlled by the magma in his heart. He knew it was impossible, but he still couldn't help it.
Can't help but want to reveal the truth.
Can't help but want to persecute him undisguisedly.
Forced him to retreat, forced him to hold back tears and shame to say he likes himself, loves himself, exposes himself completely, and becomes one with him...
The corners of Fu Hanyun's lips were pursed straight, and the palms resting on the armrest of the sofa unconsciously exerted force, and veins bulged on the back of the hands.
He took a deep breath and looked at the red tide on Jian Xia's face.
Jian Xia's skin is white and translucent, so a little?
At this moment, the ambiguous pink color ran down his cheeks and ears, all the way down, and spread into the depths of his collar along his neck.
As if losing strength, Fu Hanyun bent down again, and buried his cheek in his arms.
After all, I still couldn't bear it.
Still a little bit after all? Scared.
I was afraid that the two of them had finally come to this step, and they would still fall short in the end.
The room was quiet for a while, and then the sound of Jian Xia putting the lid on the fire extinguisher sounded.
"Fu Hanyun?" He called out softly, then lowered his head to carefully look at the place on Fu Hanyun's neck that was just burned.
Although it was a bit red, fortunately, it didn't really burn.
Thanks to her sharp eyesight and quick hands, Jian Xia unconsciously let out a sigh of relief.
The weak air current caressed Fu Hanyun's skin, as if using all the strength of his whole body, Fu Hanyun managed to control himself? He didn't tremble.
"are you asleep?"
Jian Xia looked at Fu Hanyun's back quietly for a while, until Fu Hanyun's breathing gradually became deeper and longer, and then quietly got up.
He took a thin blanket and put it on his body, then he opened the door and went downstairs.
The sound of the door opening and closing sounded intermittently, and Fu Hanyun finally moved.
It is said in medical books that Ai is the fire of pure yang, and now Fu Hanyun has a deep understanding.
Because all the blood meridians in his whole body seemed to be ignited right now, making his mouth dry.
Knowing that he couldn't take a shower immediately after moxibustion, he got up and took the bathrobe from the closet, and walked into the bathroom next to the swimming pool.
Fu Hanyun stayed in the bathroom for a long time before coming out.
He wiped off the water droplets on his body, and quickly dried his hair. In order not to be noticed by Jian Xia, he put the clothes he had just changed on himself again.
"Three million?" Lin Qing held a piece of steak in his mouth, and couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard this, "Xia Xia, you are really rich."
"Do you feel bad?" Jian Xia put down the orange juice in her hand and asked.
"The main reason is that your husband is too rich. Three million is an astronomical figure for us? Ordinary people, but for others, it may not even be considered tasteless in his famous watches. You let people wear them. Do you want to wear it or not?" Lin Qing analyzed, "If you wear it? Maybe in the eyes of people of his class, it doesn't fit his status. If you don't wear it? It's a waste of your heart, aren't you Do you embarrass others?"
"I think about it the same way." Jian Xia said, "But Fu Hanyun doesn't lack anything. I always feel that giving anything? It's not appropriate."
He bit the straw and pulled his backpack away, and took out a handwritten list from inside.
Lin Qing came over and watched it with Jian Xia.
The list is written in Jian Xia's delicate handwriting. There are more than ten kinds of alternative gifts listed, and the watch is placed first.
"What I thought at the time was that Fu Hanyun's watches are more business-oriented, and this one is more sporty," Jian Xia said, "It can be worn with clothes when exercising in the future."
"Although some people like to wear watches while exercising, most of them don't." Lin Qing said while looking down.
Ties, belts, cufflinks, brooches, perfumes...
"You are too serious." Lin Qing finally came to a conclusion.
"Huh?" Jian Xia was stunned.
"How about..." Lin Qing leaned close to Jian Xia's ear, suppressed a smile and lowered her voice, "Give me a condom?"
"Ah?" Jian Xia was stunned for a moment before realizing it, and the tips of her ears turned red instantly.
He raised his hand and grabbed his gift list into his hand, "Fortunately, I came to discuss with you seriously."
"Hey, think about it." Although Lin Qing has never been in a relationship, she thinks she understands it well. "Gifts can be like matryoshka dolls, wrapped layer by layer in exquisite boxes. The process must be full of expectations..."
"Then? Discovered? It's that thing." Jian Xia poured cold water on him.
"You don't understand this." Lin Qing sat up a bit, "This is an invitation, you know? An invitation of love."
The more he spoke, the louder his voice was, causing the customers at the next table to glance over. Jian Xia was startled, and hurriedly raised his hand to cover his mouth.
"Jian Xia?" The girl next to him seemed to recognize Jian Xia, and called his name with some uncertainty, "It's Jian Xia, right?"
Jian Xia had no choice but to let go of Lin Qing's mouth, and nodded with a smile: "Hello."
"Ah, my God." The girl excitedly raised her hand to cover her mouth, and the boy sitting next to her stood up, "I'm sorry, but my girlfriend is your fan, can I sign an autograph for her?" ?"
"No problem." Jian Xia said immediately, "Is there any request to sign?"
"Can you sign on my phone?" The female student held back her excitement and handed over her phone, "Just sign on the phone case."
"Okay." Jian Xia took out a signature pen from her backpack, and signed the girl's name seriously.
"Thank you." The girl was very considerate. She probably didn't want to delay their meal. She cherished the phone and returned to her place without disturbing them.
"They? They are so affectionate." Jian Xia couldn't help but sigh.
A boyfriend helping a girl? What does a friend want an autograph from an idol? Isn't it so fun?
"So you have to work hard, Xia Xia." Lin Qing's passion for TT has not faded, "If you have TT in the new year, Mr. Fu, think about it, you guys? Surely? It will be passionate all night, and you will not be in love if you don't want to Disaster."
Jian Xia: "..."
He was too lazy to continue discussing with Lin Qing on this issue, so he took out his phone while eating and glanced at it.
"I can't go shopping with you after dinner." Jian Xia said, "Fu Hanyun caught a cold last night, and he still had a fever when he went out in the morning. I have to go back early."
"Isn't it?" Lin Qing was a little disappointed, "It's hard to see each other, so? Are you going to leave soon?"
He couldn't help complaining again: "Xiao Fu is always an adult, right? Are there other people in the family? Do you still have to take care of him?"
Jian Xia picked up the orange juice and took a sip, treating her body in the same way as a human being: "Isn't this in response to your old man's call for 'husband and wife love'?"
But the main reason was that he was worried about Fu Hanyun's body.
Fu Hanyun was already weak, but now he caught a cold again, and it was after he moxibustion for him.
He always wondered if the blanket made for him yesterday was too thin, which caused him to catch cold and get sick after moxibustion.
Although he was outside, his heart couldn't help running straight home.
"Okay, okay." Fortunately, Lin Qing didn't insist, "Then you must not be late for the wedding show tomorrow night."
"Understood." Jian Xia responded with a smile, "I'll treat you to supper tomorrow."
"That's about the same?" Lin Qing said contentedly.
The plan is not as fast as the change. Early the next morning, Qi Chunhe called? He came over and asked if Jian Xia had time to go to the crew to make up a few scenes.
This time, Jian Xia took photos until six o'clock in the evening before calling it a day.
The venue of the wedding dress show was in the hall on the first floor of the Crowne Plaza Hotel. Lin Qing arrived first, and because of Jian Xia, he got a chance to visit the back stage.
It is said to be a wedding dress show, but there are also many men's dresses. The models in the backstage are changing. The white and holy wedding dresses like clouds dazzled Lin Qing's eyes.
There were no familiar faces in the audience, and everyone was busy, afraid of worrying about other people's work, so Lin Qing only looked around for a while, and planned to go out temporarily, and the two of them would come in together when Jian Xia came.
As soon as he reached the door of the back stage, a female designer suddenly opened the curtain and walked in quickly, almost bumping into Lin Qing.
"Sorry." Lin Qing hurriedly stepped aside.
Female? The designer didn't stop, and shouted loudly: "Fan Ling?"
From the dressing area separated by a screen, a tall figure appeared, with indifferent and romantic eyes, very handsome, he was an international supermodel.
Lin Qing was stunned for a moment, and stopped unconsciously.
"What? What to do?" The female designer hurried forward, "Sun Yinyin suddenly suffered from acute gastroenteritis, and this show cannot be left."
Fan Ling was stunned for a moment, and frowned slightly: "Is there a candidate model?"
"It was there at first," the designer looked down at his watch, "but it hasn't arrived yet. I just called. Now there is a traffic jam on the road. It will take half an hour at the earliest."
"The daylilies are cold in half an hour." Fan Ling raised his eyes to scan the audience, and suddenly fixed his eyes on Lin Qing who was at the door.
"You." He pointed up, "What size dress is the model?"
"Me?" Lin Qing raised her finger to herself in surprise, and explained, "I'm not a model."
"Do me a favor." Unconsciously, Fan Ling stepped forward and grabbed his shoulders, and said in a tone that could not be refused, "Help me with a show."
"But I'm not a model?" Lin Qing said again, thinking he didn't hear what he said just now.
"Then you always walk?" Fan Ling asked impatiently.
"That's true." Lin Qing replied cautiously.
"As long as you can walk, you will get double the treatment later." Fan Ling said, pushing Lin Qing towards the female designer, "Zhang Li, take him to do some makeup, and let him take Sun Yinyin's place."
Lin Qing instinctively felt that something was wrong, but when she thought that she could take Fan Ling's show, she couldn't help being excited.
After hesitating, she was dragged to the dressing room by a designer named Zhang Li.
Time was running out, as soon as he entered, Lin Qing was pressed on a chair by the makeup artist to put on makeup.
The makeup was cold, and Lin Qing didn't see anything for a while? It's not right.
It wasn't until after putting on makeup and taking off the outer clothes that Lin Qing realized that a boy came in with a wedding dress in his arms.
"Very beautiful, little brother," the boy smiled and sized up Lin Qing, then handed over the wedding dress, "Put it on quickly."
"No." Lin Qing was shocked, "But I'm a man."
"Who said that men can't wear wedding dresses." Zhang Li said, and at almost the same time, the makeup artist did not know where to get a black long straight wig, Zhang Li took it and put it on for Lin Qing, "Besides, shall we? Isn't there another one?"
Lin Qing: "..."