When Ah Jin got up the next morning, he heard the news that Song Li had been grounded in disguise.

"I heard that Mrs. Song went to Song Li's room early this morning, and it took a long time to come out. When they came out, they could hear the faint crying in the room. Ah Jiu said while combing Ah Jin's hair.

Ah Jin sat in front of the dressing mirror, took those neatly arranged gorgeous headdresses in his hand one by one and looked at them carefully, and put them back one by one: "What does the Song Mansion say to the outside world?" ”

Ah Jiu stopped what he was doing, looked at the roof and thought about it, and then concentrated on picking up Ah Jin's hair: "Most of them say that they are ill and need to recuperate at home." ”

When Ah Jin heard this, he smiled: "According to that Song girl's temperament, being grounded in such a daze, how can she not follow it." ”

Ah Jiu pursed her lips, and there was a little smug in her disapproval: "Since that's the case, she shouldn't mess with you." ”

Regarding Ah Jiu's comment, Ah Jin did not say anything. She selected a jade hairpin with gold-inlaid craftsmanship and handed it to Ah Jiu's hand. It wasn't until Ah Jiu had already taken care of her hair that she said again: "Let's stay away from the people in the compartment over there, it's not that she doesn't dare to mess with me, it's that I don't dare to mess with her." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the door was pushed open. Through the vanity mirror, Ah Jin saw Song Wenyu standing at the door of the room looking at her, his eyes as cold as usual.

"Go down." Ah Jin didn't look back, but just told Ah Jiu to retreat. Ah Jiu saluted Song Wenyu, bowed his head and exited the room, and closed the door.

Outside the room, Huai Ren and Ah Jiu were staring wide-eyed. Inside the room, the atmosphere is the same.

"Why don't you sit down?" Ah Jin said as he continued his movements slowly.

Song Wenyu didn't move, still standing there, as if it was an ornament. He pursed his lips and looked at the young woman looking at the mirror appliqué yellow, nodding his lips and drawing his eyebrows. In every gesture, there are all kinds of styles, and it seems that I am fascinated.

Ah Jin waited for him for a long time with a good temper, and when he saw that he had been silent, he stood up and walked towards him. In his hand, he still holds the small and delicate box of rouge.

"Why did my husband come to me?" She stood in front of Song Wenyu and raised a pair of watery eyes to look at Song Wenyu. The two of them were so close that when Song Wenyu looked down at him, the hot breath he exhaled sprayed on her face, burning a flush on her cheeks.

Song Wenyu looked at the red lips one by one, and the lip petals were as delicate as peony petals after the spring rain. Song Wenyu's throat rolled and he took a small step back, wanting to distance himself from this charming woman.

Ah Jin smiled on his lips, taking these small movements of his eyes in his eyes, but did not pierce him.

"I've already told Song Li that she has been grounded by her grandmother for a while, and she won't bother you anymore." Song Wenyu lowered his gaze and glanced to the side. Ah Jin tilted his head to look at him, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

"You didn't come here to tell me this, did you?" Seeing Song Wenyu hesitating, she suddenly interrupted him and asked.

“…… It's a special trip to tell you. Song Wenyu probably hadn't met such a straightforward woman before, he gritted his teeth, and felt embarrassed to be exposed: "Since she won't bother you, then you can each have a corner and don't disturb each other." ”

"Oh, I see." Ah Jin listened to Song Wenyu's words and nodded, as if everything was expected by him. Her ambiguous attitude made the topic a little unstable, Song Wenyu stood there awkwardly for a while, and when he saw that Ah Jin had nothing to say to him, he wanted to leave.

"Wait a minute." When he reached the door, Ah Jin stopped him.

"What else?" Song Wenyu turned her head sideways to look at Ah Jin, and found that her slender fingers were a little red by rouge, Song Wenyu's eyes sank, and her thoughts drifted a little away.

"She doesn't bother me, I can't ask for it, so naturally I won't go to her. You can rest assured of this. Ah Jin said, suddenly stretched out his hand and dipped a little rouge on his lips, and then bit the tips of his fingers and looked at Song Wenyu provocatively: "My answer, can you be satisfied?" ”

Her flirtatious action was like a slap in the face to Song Wenyu. In an instant, the white-faced scholar's neck turned red.

The door was opened with a bang, which startled Huairen. When I looked closely, it was my young master who brushed his sleeves away, and his hurried pace seemed as if a ghost was chasing after him.

"Young Master?" Huairen chased after him in three steps and two steps, and was just about to ask something, when he saw Song Wenyu's aggrieved face, he immediately shut up.

"Girl?" Ah Jiu walked into the room and saw Ah Jin holding a box of rouge with a smile on his face, and asked puzzledly: "What's wrong with the eldest young master?" ”

"Not really. I guess I was scared of it. Ah Jin smiled and narrowed his eyes, threw the rouge box into Ah Jiu's hand, and went back to the room to wash his hands.

That night, Song Wenyu tossed and turned, and couldn't sleep. finally fell asleep in a daze, and dreamed that he and Ah Jin were entangled and sinking, and there was no trace of the spring dream. On the fourth watch, Song Wenyu woke up from his dream, only to find that he was already sweaty, and the stickiness of his body made him unable to distinguish between dream and reality.

He sat on the bed for a while, until his breathing calmed down, and then he called Huairen in to prepare his bath and change clothes.