I don't know if it was because Mu Jingqi was ruthless, or because he was afraid of the existence of zombies, Cao Dongyi and the others didn't come out in another room all day.

When night fell, Mu Jing sat on the floor wearing his little sweetheart's brother's T-shirt, holding a few dice in his hand, "Little angel." ”

The man who was sitting on a nearby stool reading a book looked up with a question in his eyes.

"Go get the medicine box."

Yin Ze blinked, put down the book, and went to get the medicine box, "Are you injured?" ”

"Well, I suddenly remembered that I bumped into it outside during the day."

Mu Jing directly took off the wide T-shirt and pointed to his shoulder, "Rub it for me with medicinal oil." ”

Yin Ze, who had already closed her eyes when she was picking up her clothes, opened one eye cautiously, and when she found that she was wearing a I-shirt under her T-shirt, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, pretending to be casual, took out the medicine oil from the medicine box and poured it into the palm of her hand to rub it hot, "How did it hurt?" ”

She's so good that she can get hurt?

"Hesitated when killing a little zombie."

Yin Ze's technique was very professional, and the force went from light to heavy, making the skin that was injured and bruised gradually heat up, "Little zombie? ”

"yes, maybe four or five years old."

Mu Jing looked out on the balcony, "I met a few times when I was working part-time, she saw that I was hungry and gave me a strawberry-flavored lollipop. ”

Hearing this, Yin Ze's movements paused, and then continued to rub again, "Did you kill it?" ”

"Killed."

The two words of extreme indifference were a little frightening in the night.

"Alright."

Yin Ze put away the medicinal oil, put the medicine box back in its place, and went to the kitchen to clean his hands, and saw Mu Jing lying on the sofa without any image, with half of his legs still on the sofa.

"Leather sofa, isn't it hot?"

He looked hot.

"Okay." She turned over, pillowed her hands behind her head and looked at Yin Ze, "Your massage technique is very professional, and you have often been injured before?" ”

Yin Ze paused, naturally walked over and sat down in the position he had sat in before, picked up the book that had only read a few pages, and said, "It's okay." ”

"There's a story."

Mu Jing yawned and asked, "I'm suddenly curious." ”

"What?"

"Will you deal with knife wounds and gunshot wounds?"

Yin Ze looked at her, and after a long while, he smiled and said, "If you need it." ”

Mu Jing hooked his fingers at him, Yin Ze walked over with the book, almost just a moment, he was grabbed by Mu Jing's wrist and pulled down, and the whole person stepped directly on the sofa in order to maintain balance, and when he came back to his senses, he found that his knees were against her waist, and the whole person was hanging on top of her.

“…… What are you doing? ”

"It's nothing, just a sudden desire to see you up close."

Mu Jing stretched out his hand to hold his face, "What is hidden under the angelic appearance......

The words that were similar to muttering made Yin Ze's eyes darken, but he didn't answer.

She poked him in the heart and let go of him, "I'll wait for you to tell me." ”

There was a momentary tingling at the touch of her fingertips, as if an electric current pierced his heart along the force of her fingertips, causing him to breathe scrambled.

Although Mu Jing is thin, his figure is very material, and what should be developed has also developed, and Yin Ze's gaze is slightly lowered, and he can see the very good shape that is depicted.

"Is it pretty?" She pointed to herself, "It's all thanks to Bra that lying down and having a little shape." ”

Yin Ze's face quickly turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he left the sofa stiffly, covering the lower half of his face with a book, "I'm sorry." ”