She picked up the knife and waved it twice in front of Yu Jinwen fiercely.
Yu Jinwen was so cute by her that he couldn't help laughing, and he hissed softly in pain.
"Shut up, don't laugh!"
Nan Song took back his right to laugh, stood under the bed and pressed him for a while, but it was still inconvenient, so he simply took off his shoes and got on the bed, and went to the other side to push him.
Yu Jinwen looked at Nan Song's serious look and felt that his heart was completely soft.
Why did he lose such a good treasure in the first place?
"Okay," he said softly, "it doesn't hurt anymore."
Nan Song's hand was indeed a little sore. She glanced at him and asked, "Is it really not hurting anymore?"
"Well, it doesn't hurt anymore."
Yu Jinwen held her hand, and this time it was him who massaged her, "Lie down and I'll massage it for you."
Nan Song said: "No need..."
She wanted to pull her hand back, but Yu Jinwen couldn't help but ask her to lie down. He sat up and massaged her hand with very precise techniques.
Nan Song lay there, watching his little hands become like dough in Yu Jinwen's big hands, being rubbed back and forth by him.
The back and palm of Yu Jinwen's hand are completely different. The back of the hand is completely like the young master's hand. It is thin and long, with clear and strong joints. The skin is thin, and obvious veins can be seen without exerting force. It is beautiful and noble; the palm is
On the contrary, it is as rough as tree bark, and it is still the kind of thousand-year-old bark, covered with a thick layer of calluses, which is a bit prickly, just like a rough man.
But her hands were almost like this, so she had no right to dislike him.
On the contrary, I felt quite enjoying being rubbed back and forth by him like this.
As soon as the clock reached two o'clock, Nan Song felt sleepy as she lay down, and couldn't help but yawn.
"Go to sleep if you feel sleepy."
Yu Jinwen said: "I'll press it on you for a while."
"Stop pressing the button and go to sleep."
Nan Song patted him gently with his other hand. The two people's movements looked so familiar that they looked like an old couple.
Looking at each other, they both felt a little embarrassed.
Yu Jinwen raised Nan Song's hand and kissed the back of her hand gently before walking off the bed and walking to the switch on the wall, "Then should I turn off the light?"
Nan Song silently put his hot hands back into the quilt and said softly "Hmm".
The lights went out and the room fell into darkness.
"Good night." Yu Jinwen's deep voice came.
Southern Song: "Good night."
This night seemed destined to be sleepless, because Nan Song had been inexplicably nervous, and Yu Jinwen could not hear any snoring, only shallow breathing.
She didn't know if he was asleep, and she didn't dare to ask, so she could only pretend that she was asleep.
After pretending, sleepiness came over him and he went to see Duke Zhou.
Hearing Nan Song's breathing gradually calm down, Yu Jinwen knew that she was asleep, so he dared to move.
He knew that she was a light sleeper and couldn't sleep at the slightest movement, so she didn't dare to move at all.
He turned over slightly and faced her direction.
He couldn't actually see her clearly through the darkness, but the thought of her not far away made him happy. How could he sleep?
Thinking of her series of actions tonight, my heart felt warm.
She clearly cares about him, but she still has concerns about him, and he knows it.
So don't worry, he will use practical actions to get closer to her, dispel her worries, and let her accept him again.