"You'd like to be a good person. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" After the ghost face finished speaking, he continued to eat: "It's not impossible, but you have to promise me one condition." ”

And conditional? She sighed silently, knowing that it wasn't that easy. But it's okay that she herself characterized their relationship as a transactional relationship from the beginning, so that they don't owe each other.

"Okay, what's the condition?"

She prayed that the conditions would not be too difficult.

Ghost Face took a bite of green vegetables, and looked up into her eyes: "From today onwards, you will have to eat three meals a day with me in the future." ”

It turned out that it was just like this, she breathed a sigh of relief and responded briskly: "No problem, then it's a word, I'll tell Xiao Luli in a while!" ”

She didn't even understand what it meant to eat three meals a day with him, she was already living in his room, and eating together would basically be the same as living together, but she would soon realize it.

"No, I'll send someone, you follow me." His voice was calm.

"Okay." She reluctantly pulled the gruel from the bowl, and the idea of going out for a walk was shattered again.

After breakfast, Ghost Face led her into the inner room, which turned out to be a study room decorated in a simple and elegant manner.

Standing at the door of the study, a familiar feeling arose, she saw the ghost face naturally walk to the table and sit down, that posture and size suddenly reminded her of where she had seen this picture, that is, in the eldest brother's study!

As soon as this thought came out, the familiar pictures in her mind that felt familiar in the village came to her, the green gauze tent in front of the bed, the furnishings in the ghost house, and now his study!

Could it be that the ghost face is Sima Ji?

She was startled by her own thoughts, and then looked at the ghost's eyes with a little inquiry.

Seeing her stunned at the door, the ghost couldn't help beckoning: "Don't stand there stupidly, come here!" ”

Chen Mujin came back to his senses, walked over step by step, and muttered to himself, his voice was not like it, and his tone was even worse.

"Can you grind?" Bringing her to the table, he asked.

"No!" Chen Mujin replied with a straight face, why did she have to serve him to write.

Ghostface stood up and walked behind her, "I'll teach you." ”

He added a little water to the inkstone, grabbed her right hand, put the ink block into her hand, gently held her hand, and began to grind in circles, she felt his hot breath and solid arms, and the whole person froze.

"Grinding the ink should be gentle and slow, keep the ink straight, make a vertical circle on the inkstone, and do not grind or push it straight. Grinding ink with water, rather less than more, grinding thick, add water and grind again. "It's rare for him to explain so patiently.

His hand was big and warm, wrapped around her hand, and walked slowly on the inkstone at a uniform speed, and soon, the water became thick, and the ink was fragrant.

Chen Mujian didn't pay attention to grinding ink at all, she just thought that he might be Sima Ji, and held her hand from behind, and the whole person held her in her arms, and her ears couldn't stop feverish.

"Will it be?" Seeing that her small, white ears were already red, the ghost face asked deliberately.

"Yes." She lowered her head and her voice was as thin as a gnat.

He smiled, took a step back, let go of her hand, and walked back to the table.

Without his breath, she could catch her breath a little, but the flush on her face did not fade, and in order not to let him see her embarrassment, she tried to keep her head down, and her right hand mechanically drew circles.

"I can hear you." He suddenly said such a clueless sentence.

She looked up blankly: "What do you hear?" ”

"The sound of your heartbeat." He stared at her with a smile in his eyes.

Rumble! She only felt red from head to foot, he, he, he was blatantly teasing herself! And I'm really picked up!

She immediately closed her eyes and bowed her head, she really went back more and more, obviously she was a bold young woman who had experienced various modern Mary Sue TV series, and it was a shame that she was so easily picked up by an ancient man with a ghost mask!

Do you have a mask control? But liking such a scary ghost mask is really a heavy taste yourself.

"You don't talk nonsense! I, I can't hear it myself! She pretended to be calm, but her voice was blank.

"Really? That's probably what I heard wrong. He followed her words and gave her a step down, but the words were even more ambiguous.

Chen Mujin wants to escape now, but where can he go? With her skills, it's not enough to make people laugh.

"Don't grind, the ink will be worn out by you." He made up for it.

When she heard this, she looked fixedly, because of her shame and panic, the strength in her hands increased, and the ink in the entire inkstone was already thick and about to turn into the texture of ice cream. She was startled, and as soon as her hand loosened, the ink fell into the inkstone, and the ink splashed everywhere, landing on the snow-white rice paper he had laid out and on his sleeve.

"Ah, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'll give you a new one! Finding that she had run into trouble again, she was so desperate to remedy it that she rushed to the basket with rice paper to get a new roll of paper.

Because she was too panicked and ran too fast, her left hand accidentally touched the brush wash on the shore, and the brush wash fell down and hit the brush stand next to it, and suddenly the entire desktop of the ghost face was covered by the ink and scattered brushes, forming a new three-dimensional abstract painting, called "You are dead!" ”

Chen Mujin stood in place, looking at his "masterpiece" without tears, and only after a while did he say to the ghost face who was sitting there silently: "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to, I, I'll help you clean up." ”

As she spoke, she wanted to take a step forward, but was immediately stopped.

"You stop! Don't move, what's wrong with your hands? Ghostface's voice sounded tired.

She looked at her ink-stained right hand, accompanied by a smiling face, and quickly waved it a few times: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

He felt the green tendons beating on his forehead, looked at her smirking face, and squeezed out a sentence for a long time: "I'm asking your left hand!" ”

She suddenly realized and touched the wooden bar in her left hand: "Oh, you're asking this, this is fine." Well, I think you'd better get off the table, the ink is going to spill over the table! As she spoke, she quickly moved over to him and dragged him away from the table. It was too late, and the spilled ink flowed down the edge of the table and dripped on the floor. Chen Mujin smiled with relief, and before he could say the word "Xinhao", his feet left the ground.

Ghostface looked at the fingerprints on her clothes that had been scratched by her ink-stained hands, and couldn't help but pick her up horizontally and walk to the small room in the back.

"Hey! What are you doing? Put me down! She intuitively sensed that he was not in the right mood and struggled desperately.

What's going on? Now I don't point to the acupoint, I hug her at every turn, she is a yellow flower girl, and I can't tell if it makes sense to be hugged like this!

"Don't move!" He yelled at her coldly. This clumsy guy obviously has brains, but his IQ is always not online, which is really helpless! Pity him for his cleanliness, he is about to be cured of being a normal person!

He barely yelled at her, and the sudden sound of her voice startled her, and her body stopped struggling.

Ghostface finally waited until she stopped struggling, walked a few quick steps, put her on the ground, and ordered, "You wash and change your clothes." ”

After saying that, he turned around, walked out neatly, and closed the door.

Chen Mujin looked around, and he was happy, this is a washroom! There is a bath tub, there is a kudzu, there is a sink, there is a mirror, and it is brightly furnished, a bit of a modern bathroom.

She hasn't taken a shower since she got here, and she's always wiped things with a wet towel, and she has long wanted to take a bath.

She first washed the ink on her hands with cold water from the vat, and then reached out to test the temperature of the water in the bathtub, the temperature was acceptable, a little cool, it was estimated that it was prepared in the morning, but the ghost face was not washed, so she enjoyed it unceremoniously! She was excited.

Huh? No, Ghost Face can't let her take a bath for no reason? She suddenly felt that there was a problem, stopped the hand that was ready to untie her clothes, ran to the door, knocked on the door from the inside, and smiled proudly.

Maybe it's really her villainous person, the door of the small room has not been touched from beginning to end, she has smoothly taken a shower, changed into a spare set of men's clothes, quietly opened the door, and tiptoed out with her clothes.

As soon as she reached the study, she stopped, because she saw Ghost Face lying on the couch in the study, asleep.

He lay on his side, his long black hair pouring down the couch, his slender body leaning relaxed on the couch, his chest rising and falling regularly with even breathing, and his hands resting naturally in front of him. The cold majesty of his body was gone, replaced by an air of nature and serenity.

She had never seen him so harmless, and although he was still wearing that exaggerated mask, the aura on his body was different.

As if bewitched, she unconsciously approached him.

He slept very deeply, last night's sleepless night plus the interrogation, he should be very tired, and he was tossed by her again, and it is estimated that he couldn't bear it and fell asleep when he waited for her to come out.

She knelt beside him, looking at his defenseless appearance, and felt soft in her heart.

His exaggerated mask looked out of place compared to the whole atmosphere, and her fingers began to stir.

Tsk, do you want to open it and find out? Anyway, he slept so soundly, he didn't know when he opened it, and I wasn't a person who judged people by their appearance, even if he did have a scar on his face, what I cared about was always inside.

Wait, what was I thinking?

I'm really starting to care about him! I actually care about the owner of a gang! Oh my God, I'm really hardcore! Sure enough, a long-sleeping girl's heart was touched by him? Forget it, it's already like this anyway, now that you have figured out your mind, why do you have to find out today!

She made up her mind and reached for his mask.