Suddenly a little excited!

Thinking of this, Gu Wei opened his mouth and spoke.

"Miss Song, you stand back."

"Okay." Song replied lightly, raised his foot and took two steps back.

Seeing Song retreating, Gu Wei grabbed the edge of the soft couch with one hand and lifted it up very easily.

After coming to the bed, Gu Wei reached out and put down the soft couch. The soft couch landed with a slight 'thump'.

After putting down the soft couch and adjusting the position, Gu Wei turned around and left the room with a long sword. When he walked out, he didn't forget to reach out and close the door.

The room was quiet again.

At this moment, Zhao Cheng was sitting at the table solemnly, his hands were casually placed on the table, and his fingers were tapping on the table intentionally or unintentionally.

His eyes inadvertently fell on Song Qing, and he glanced at the soft couch beside her.

I thought that Song Qing should go back to his room tonight, but looking at the situation, he was still ready to stay.

Finally, Zhao Cheng couldn't help but speak.

"It's getting late, go back to your yard and rest."

After hearing this, Song didn't want to refuse directly. "That's not good, I'm not worried about your injuries so badly, at least wait until tonight to make sure you're okay. When the time comes, I won't have to rush you, I'll leave myself. ”

“……”

Zhao Cheng's fingers tapping on the table subconsciously paused.

His eyes fell on Song Qing again.

Petite and curvy, it seemed a little unreal in the flickering candle flame.

Frowning slightly, Zhao Cheng whispered to Song Qing.

"Come here."

"What?" While speaking, Song Qing had already come to Zhao Cheng's side.

Seeing her approaching, Zhao Cheng raised his hand and pointed to his shoulder, and then gestured.

"Huh?" Song raised his eyebrows lightly, and couldn't help but ask, "Third Master, do you want me to massage your shoulder?" ”

"Hmm."

There was a soft sound in my ears.

Getting an accurate answer, Song Qing couldn't help but smile and nodded

"Hey, that's good!"

The third master didn't have his hair tied today, and his long inky hair was casually draped over his shoulders and back.

Reaching out to pick up his hair, Song Qing couldn't help but rub it.

"Your hair is so good, anyway, how much advertising money Piao Rou gave you, it's really soft to the touch."

Song Qing's fingers were very light, and he quickly scooped up his long hair and let it hang down to his chest. In this way, the third master's back and neck were exposed.

At first, when did you feel her fingers on her shoulder? Zhao Cheng was quite uncomfortable. But slowly, my body relaxed.

So, Zhao Cheng is propped up on the table with one hand? Hands on the forehead? Slowly closed his eyes. The whole person looked deep and serious, and I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Song Qing rubbed his shoulders on the side? I couldn't help but tilt my head to talk to him.

"How? Do you feel a little more comfortable? By the way, is my massage okay? ”

"Hmm."

"That's good."

Song said softly, kneading his shoulders with both hands? After pressing it for a while, it switches to the other side, and so on. After that, it's the arms, and after the massage, change to a fist and pound it gently.

"How? Is it comfortable? ”

"Hmm."

Seeing that he responded to himself, Song Qing couldn't help but tilt his head and glance at him.

From her current angle and line of sight, only a side of his face could be seen.

His side face was cold and handsome, and his body was cold and noble, and he looked the same as before.

But, Song Qing can still feel it? He's a little different.

'Zizi-'

The candles in the room flickered, and the occasional 'sizzle' sound sounded.

Time passed slowly, and at this time Song Qing felt that his hands were already weak.

His eyes fell on his neck, and Song Qing couldn't help but ask.

"By the way, I ask? Do you want to press your neck? ”

Hasn't she forgotten? The last time my fingers touched his neck? The third master changed his face in an instant, so this time he naturally had to ask clearly.

Slowly open your eyes? Zhao Cheng didn't speak? Instead, he sat up slightly.

Reaching out for another teacup, he lifted the teapot and poured a cup of tea. After putting the teapot down? Zhao Cheng stretched out his hand to pick up the tea and handed it to Song Qing casually.

"The water was drunk."

The deep voice, simple and clear, as always, cherishes words like gold.

Looking at the tea handed to him, Song Qing was a little stunned and reached out to take it.

Glancing at the small teacup in his hand, Song Qing actually had a feeling of unreality.

Take the tea and drink it all.

It wasn't until the warm tea was drunk that Song Qing believed that the third master had poured water for her just now.

Is this because she felt that she had a hard massage, so she poured water?

Feeling, a little flattered.

Song turned around and came to the table, and casually put the teacup in his hand on the table.

After putting down the teacup, Song turned his head to look at the third master sitting next to him.

"I'll help you to bed."

"No, you don't."

As he spoke, Zhao Cheng had already stood up, turned around and walked over to the bed.

Song glanced at his back and shook his head helplessly. What is called dying to save face, Song Qing felt that the third master was this.

He was just an ordinary person, so Song Qing didn't believe that he wouldn't be hurt if he was so badly injured. Looking at the third master who was already lying on the bed sideways, Song Qing came to the side of the bed and lowered the bed curtain for him, and did not forget to explain when he turned around.

"I'll just lie down on the soft couch next to me, and you can call me if you have something."

Next, Song Qing blew out the extra candles in the room one by one. Only the candle flame not far from the bed was left.

The room went dark in an instant.

In such a large room, with a candle flame, the light is naturally very dim, but it will be easier to sleep in this way.

After blowing out the extra candle flame, Song Qing returned to the soft couch and sat down.

It's about nine o'clock in the evening, and if you put it in modern times, it's a good time to go out and eat skewers, and go to the park to see your aunt square dance.

Song sat quietly for a while, feeling really bored, and then lay on the soft couch sideways.

Before I knew it, it had been a few days since I came to this world.

Song raised his hand lightly, and his gaze fell on the black bracelet.

Since crossing over into this world, this bracelet has not reacted at all until now.

Reached out and touched the bracelet, it was cool and looked very ordinary. If Song Qing hadn't known that it had brought him into this world, Song Qing would have thought that it was really just a worthless stall.

It's been so long, why hasn't this bracelet reacted at all.

Raising his hand, Song shook the bracelet on his wrist lightly.

The bracelet is pitch black.

Song lightly picked it with his fingers.

'When will you send me home?' ’

Maybe it was because he felt Song Qing's heart, and at this time, the bracelet that looked black suddenly emitted a very faint silver light.

The silver flashed and was fleeting, and if you didn't pay attention, you wouldn't be able to see it at all.