Mo Ji stared at it carefully for a long time, only to realize that there was a little red silk there, and the small red silk was hidden in a red mark, which was difficult to detect.

He slowly reached up and swept his fingers lightly, testing to leave a residual thorn, but there was no scratching sensation under the touch, only the slight coldness of the fingers.

At that moment, I knew that the thorn had penetrated deep into the skin, and I knew that the night phoenix was cold, but there was no fine object such as needle and thread here, so I had to reach out and pull the hairpin on my head: "I'll pick it out for you!" ”

"Oh!" Ye Huang replied happily, without a little hesitation, that Mo Ji shook his lower lip and added: "The hairpin I use will make a small ......" Speaking this kung fu, his hair has spread out and hung down, the hair has fallen, some of it has fallen on the night phoenix's body, and the night phoenix can't help but tremble, but Mo Ji thought she was afraid, so he opened his hair behind him, and his face was worried.

"That, you can get it, as long as you don't poke me like this in it, you can toss it!" Yehuang was not interested in hanging it like this, as soon as the itching of the hair disappeared, he had something to say, and he didn't bother to think about why Mo Ji added such a sentence.

When Mo Ji saw her say this, he felt that this girl was still a little bold, and it was not good to grind it at the moment, so he pinched the hairpin and didn't say that he would find a candle to burn it, and directly used the hairpin head to start drawing the back muscles of the night phoenix.

The hairpin is a silver hairpin, the hairpin head is not very sharp but not blunt, and the back muscles of the night phoenix are delicate, Mo Ji scratched four or five times, and there is already a broken skin, so after he scratched a few more times, he saw that a thin thorn was exposed in the hole, but at this time it was also faintly visible that the blood was about to ooze.

The hair and skin were affected by his parents, and the injury was like hurting relatives, which made Mo Ji dare not draw any more, so he could only go forward with his fingers and try to pull it out, but helplessly, he was used to being clean and clean, and he didn't have nails, even the little finger didn't have some official habits, and he kept the tail finger with a hat, so he tried a few times, but he couldn't pinch the thorn at all, and the eyebrows were already frowning together.

"Unplug it!" Ye Huang's shoulders were cold, and he felt that the water in the wooden bucket had also become warm, and he asked at the moment, the real meaning was to urge, and Mo Ji swept the back of Ye Huang's neck when he heard the question: "Not yet, the thorn is too short, I can't pinch it!" ”

"Then keep picking!" Yehuang answered, and Mo Ji moved the hairpin in his hand to draw again, but when the tip of the hairpin was about to touch the skin, the red marks on the shoulder blades and the red hidden red on the broken skin made him hesitate slightly, and then he said softly: "Don't move!" After saying that, the man went down, using his teeth as tweezers and his lips as sweeps, and after touching the thorn head, he bit his teeth lightly, and the half-inch wooden thorn was dragged out.

"Oh, pull it out!" Mo Ji took the thorn, then relaxed his eyebrows lightly, and pinched it to show the night phoenix. Yehuang looked back and saw the length of the thorn and immediately muttered: "It's so long, no wonder it hurts me!" After speaking, his eyes happened to be in one place with Mo Ji's eyes, and the four eyes were paired, and the scene of Fang Cai flashed in the mind of the night phoenix, and the red man on his face turned his head back, and the person shrank into the water, and Mo Ji saw the night phoenix's action, that is, his eyelids drooped, and the person quickly turned around, threw the thorn and said: "The water is cold, you quickly wipe your body, get dressed and come out!" After saying that, they strode forward, and the two kept at least three steps apart.

"Oh!" The water was no longer hot, and Yehuang had no intention of soaking in it, so he quickly got up and got out of the water, wiped his body twice with a handkerchief, and hurriedly scooped up the clothes placed on the side and began to put them on his body.

Mo Ji turned his back to her, and the person stood against the bulkhead, without clothes as a barrier, under the light of the candle flame, the light and shadow of her clothes were projected on the bulkhead, and the Mo Ji who was provoked at the moment squinted at each other, and did not close his eyes because of indecent disrespect.

On the bulkhead, you can see that the thin figure hooked her head and put her belly pocket, the back of her arms was tied, and the slightly elongated shadow outlined her half-oblique body, and the slight curve of her chest made the corners of Mo Ji's lips hook a shallow smile, and there was a little mockery in her eyes; The slender figure is fishing for the sleeve arm, flirting with his hair, and then wearing pants and belts, and socks to greet him, after everything is fine, he shook his arm and stood still.

Mo Ji's eyebrows were raised, and there was a relieved "Okay" behind him, a shallow smile flashed on Mo Ji's face at the moment, and the person turned around and said to her seriously: "Wipe your hair, rest!" ”

Yehuang snorted, glanced at the barrel, and then looked at Mo Ji walking past with long hair, and the shoulders that had just relaxed were raised again: "That, I, I'll smoke a bed!" ”

Previously, Han Jiang kindly spread it underneath, but now the bed left has been wet, if she doesn't get a bed from underneath, she will basically have to sleep with Mo Ji again.

Mo Ji didn't say anything, took a step back, quietly asked her to smoke the futon, and only after she got the bed back up did she speak: "Where are you going to sleep?" ”

Hearing this, Yehuang swept the wet deck, and Chong Moji, who was very knowledgeable, smiled: "Naturally, it's a bed!" ”

After speaking, the person hugged the quilt and went to the bed, took off his shoes and shook his hair, wrapped himself in the quilt twice, and shrunk himself on the inside of the bed like a silkworm chrysalis.

Mo Ji blinked, walked to the edge of the bed without saying a word, sat down, slowly took off his shoes, fished out the quilt, and waited for someone to drill the quilt, only then did he turn sideways and blew out the fire at the head of the bed, turned into the quilt, and threw the hair to the head of the bed at the moment, and closed his eyes to rest peacefully.

The bed in the cabin, some like a bunk, is relatively wide, can sleep four people, and now the two of them sleep more than enough, so the two of them occupy one side, but also sleep peacefully.

Yehuang lay on the bed and listened to the other party's fine breathing without any other movement, and gradually pressed his heart, and went to find Zhou Gong with a loose shoulder, but he slept a lot in the afternoon, and he didn't drowse at all, so he simply thought about Lan Sa's appearance there, thinking that the cheap father was still worried about his safety in this adversity, and he was even more excited for a while, and turned over the baked cakes on the bed.

"Can't sleep?" Xu was because Yehuang kept tossing and turning and noisy to Mo Ji, and he asked, and his voice was not loud, and there seemed to be some stickiness.

"Oh, no, no." Yehuang hurriedly coped with it, not daring to move any more, but after ossifying for about five seconds, he heard Mo Ji's words: "Don't think too much, the agreement is because of your request, if you are worried about hurting your skin and skin, I can also raise you for this life......"

"Huh?" Yehuang was shocked when he heard this, and only then did he react, the ancients attached great importance to hair and skin, and realized that Mo Ji had misunderstood, so he hurriedly said: "No, no, I'm just not sleepy for a while, besides, you are also trying to pull out the thorns for me, and, not light, it's okay, it's okay!" As he spoke, he turned his back to his wall and rested, and Mo Ji showed a hint of surprise on his face in the dim light projected by the hatch, and then he was slightly gloomy.

Night, quietly......

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