"Didn't you say it was ink? How is it still grape juice? ”

Seeing that the ink on his hand was not what he was thinking, the person who had been blown up and was about to run to the bathroom suddenly became quiet.

Xi Fan smiled and asked, "Seeing that it is not ink, are you relieved, and you feel okay?" ”

Xia Jin stared at the grape juice in his hand and was silent for a moment.

After seeing that the ink on his hand was not the one described by Xi Fan, this psychological contrast made him instantly relaxed, and he felt that as long as it was not ink, he could really stand up to grape juice.

"Since you've seen the grape juice, put up with it, and then we'll wash our hands before continuing."

Originally, he was a little relieved to hear that he could wash his hands for a while, but then he heard Xi Fan say that he would continue, and Xia Jin immediately wailed: "Huh? Do you want to continue? ”

"Of course it will continue." Xi Fan smiled and patted Xia Jin's shoulder, and said kindly: "Accept the reality, Sao Nian." ”

Forcibly endured the discomfort all over his body, and stood up for ten minutes, Xia Jin finally heard Xi Fan say the words "You can wash your hands".

Bounced up from the sofa and rushed into the bathroom, rinsed the grape juice on his hands with water, rubbed it until his skin was red, and then walked back.

As soon as he came back, he sat back on the sofa according to Xi Fan's instructions.

Waiting for Xia Jin to sit down, Xi Fan took the scarf and asked, "Are you ready?" ”

Taking a deep breath again, Xia Jin felt that he should be better than he had just performed now, and said arrogantly: "Come on!" ”

Laughing and blindfolding Xia Jin's eyes again, Xi Fan picked up the towel stained with water again and began to wipe it while described: "Now, I'm smearing with ink, do you feel it?" The blue-black dye was already coating the fingers and was dripping downward. ”

Xia Jin, who was already mentally prepared, did perform a lot better this time than the last time, although he couldn't restrain his grip on the other hand that had not been smeared with ink, but at least he didn't dodge it.

"Good." Xi Fan paused, pretending to change things, and the bottles and cans that he touched jingled.

Picked up the water towel again and wiped it: "This time I used muddy water, it's the soil I just took at the door and came back to redeem it, do you smell it, is there any fragrance of earth?" ”

"I, I don't want to smell it."

Xia Jin, who was so tense that his hair stood up, was in the mood to smell the fragrance of the earth.

His mind is full of how many kinds of bacteria or viruses are contained in the soil, and he can't wait to jump up and run away now, and he doesn't care if the soil is fragrant or not?!

Gritting his teeth and struggling to suppress the thought of escaping, Xia Jin almost felt that every second that passed was torment.

Xi Fan just applied it for another minute, then put down the towel of the water and told him: "Don't be nervous, now I'll wipe it for you with clean water, you might feel better if you wipe off all this muddy water." ”

Talking about water in his mouth, he actually picked up the muddy water, moistened a towel and wiped it on Xia Jin's hands, and after a while, Xia Jin's hands turned earthy yellow.

"Do you feel it? I'll wipe it off with clean water, and it looks much cleaner now. ”

Listening to Xi Fan describe how to wipe his hands over there, Xia Jin's tense nerves gradually relaxed again, and he thought in his heart that Xi Fan had wiped off the muddy water on his hands, Xia Jin felt that his hands should be quite "clean" now, at least, they should be cleaner than before.

Once there is a contrast in his heart, he thought that his hands were dirty before and have now been wiped off, and Xia Jin no longer has such a strong desire to wash his hands.