"No, no."

Wen Zhi didn't go, she raised her hand and rubbed her lower back, turned around and deliberately avoided his words: "I'm so tired after sweeping the fifty-three steps, I'm going to rest." ”

Shang Hexing grabbed her wrist: "Wait." ”

Wen Zhi looked down at the hand on his wrist: "What else does Mr. Shang have to say?" ”

Shang Hexing reminded her: "I haven't drunk the tea yet, it's almost cold." ”

"I don't drink the tea, and I still have ......," she poked and twitched her hand, "Mr. Shang, you hurt me so much." ”

Shang Hexing's bone joints loosened a few points, but his palm moved up a few inches, and instead choked her little arm, Wen Zhi was dragged by Shang Hexing and sat down before Wen Zhi could react.

Wen Zhi was a little annoyed: "Mr. Shang, you ...... Eh...... No, no, no......"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly changed his taste.

I saw Shang Hexing's other hand also stretched out, supported her waist, and then rubbed her back with his fingertips: "Is this here?" Rub it for you. ”

She tensed her little face and dodged his hand in an awkward position.

Seeing that she was moving hard, he reminded her: "Keep moving around, it's easy to press the wrong place and run into a position that shouldn't be touched." ”

Wen Weaving's body stiffened, and he immediately stopped moving, and whispered to him, "Don't do this. ”

"Which one?" He asked calmly.

He looked at her with no waves, and he couldn't lift a trace of distraction, as if he was doing something loose and natural, even his hands were so square and gentlemanly, and he didn't move to any overstepping.

Wen Wei didn't struggle anymore, only said, "Your strength is a little heavy. ”

The strength of his fingers lightened, and a low and deep voice fell on her ear: "It's not appropriate, you say." ”

Wen Zhiying: "Okay. ”

I don't know if Shang Hexing's technique is exquisite, and it is itchy and comfortable to press gently, but it also relieves her backache to a greater extent.

Fifty-three steps, swept for a long, long time, and the waist was bent so fast that he couldn't straighten up.

"Better?" He saw her eyebrows furlen.

Wen Weaving put his hand on his arm unintentionally: "It's much better, it's not so sore...... Thank you. ”

Shang Hexing withdrew his hand, moved his wrist and said, "You are here to meditate, not to be a coolie, next time I will arrange so much work for you, you can refuse." ”

"I know." Wen Zhi confessed to him: "But I don't want to refuse, I haven't been able to sleep well at night lately, do more work, and it's easy to fall asleep when I'm tired." ”

"Can't sleep here?" He asked her.

"It's like that in a new place, and it's good to get used to it for a while." It's only the fourth day, and it's a lot better than the previous two nights.

Shang Hexing saw that there was a faint dark blue under her eyes, and leaned back a little and said, "Why bother. ”

"What?" She didn't understand those three words.

He smiled lightly and said that it was nothing, and after moving his wrist for a while, he lay it flat on the stone table, Wen Zhi kept staring at his wrist and asked, "Is your wrist sore?" ”

"No problem." He understated.

Wen Zhiyu hesitated and said, "Mr. Shang, you are very good to me. ”

Shang Hexing asked her, "Why do you think I'm good to you?" ”

Wen Zhi choked, regretting saying that sentence in her heart, and his fluttering rhetorical question made her not know how to answer for a while.

She couldn't reply to Ai Ai's expectations, and a smile line appeared at the end of Shang Hexing's eyes, reminding her: "Go in and lie down for a while." ”

Wen Zhi had long wanted to go in and lie down to rest, but now that the back pain had been relieved by him, she was not in a hurry to go back to the house.

There was no one around, she looked at him for a long time, thought twice, and reached for the cup of tea on the table.

Shang Hexing stopped her: "It's cold, don't drink it." ”

Wen Ori sighed and got up to go back to the house.

The weather is hot, and the dormitory has no air conditioning, only a small electric fan. Wen Zhi pressed the electric fan switch, and the sound was buzzing, making people's brains hurt.

She lay on the bed, turning over and over in her mind with Shang Hexing's face, and unconsciously put her hand on her waist, which was the position he had pressed.

Her waist was comfortable, but he had rubbed her for so long, and his hands must have been sore. He is in a high position, and he has always been flattered and served by others, but today he condescended to rub her waist, whose heart is quietly throbbing......

This time, Wen Ori accidentally overslept.

It was a knock outside that woke her up.

Wen Zhi was stunned for a moment and looked up at the window, the sky was foggy, like night and early morning, she was in a daze, a little indistinguishable, first got out of bed and put on her slippers to open the door.

"Mr. Shang?"

Wen Wei rubbed her eyes and shouted.

The light of the eaves of the squatter house was reflected on Shang Hexing, and he looked at her with a gentle expression: "Clean up and go to eat." ”

Wen Zhi looked behind him and asked in a daze, "Have breakfast?" ”

Shang Hexing couldn't help laughing: "Not only did you oversleep, but you also slept in a daze?" ”

Wen Zhi blinked his apricot eyes: "What time is it?" ”

"Nineteen thirty-four." He told her.

Wen Zhi raised his hand and patted his head: "God! I've slept until now! ”

If you wake up later, it's almost time for your fast.

She casually packed up and followed Shang Hexing to the dining hall.

There are few people in the hall now, because most of the monks have already finished eating and go to Zen and chanting. When Wen Weaving came, Kong Ci hadn't left yet, he was finishing a bowl of green vegetable soup, he looked up and saw Wen Weaving coming, and asked, "Why did you come so late?" ”

Wen Zhiyi: "I overslept." ”

Kong Ci looked past Wen Zhi and looked at Shang Hexing behind her, he didn't ask anything, and uncovered the bowl in his hand: "I left you a dish, it's your own portion, if you two of you, you can only eat it." ”

Wen Zhi immediately said: "I eat less, enough." ”

After speaking, she glanced at Shang Hexing.

Shang Hexing was very casual, he didn't have a stand when he went out, he went to get two meals, and sat down opposite Kongci, next to the place reserved for Wen Zhi.

Wen Zhi sat down and just picked up the chopsticks, when she heard Kong Ci on the other side ask her, "What is the relationship between the female benefactor and him?" ”

Wen Weaving's movements with chopsticks froze, she turned her head to look at Shang Hexing, he didn't react, she was calm, she looked at Kong Ci opposite, and immediately cleared her throat and said, "He is my distant relative." ”

After speaking, Wen Weaving stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the vegetables.

A piece of tofu, boiled, has no taste.

On the other side, Kong Ci frowned, and said in a very confused tone: "Relatives? ”

Wen Zhi nodded while eating: "That's right." ”

Kong Ci said, "But the way your relatives look at you, from the perspective of the monks, there is something wrong. ”

Wen Ori asked, "What's the problem?" ”

Kong Ci replied solemnly: "I don't know very well, but I think it's very similar to the way the male bird looks at the female bird in the birdcage under the plane tree in the backyard." ”

"Ahem-" Wen Ori choked on the vegetables.

The look in which the male looks at the female......

There is no one to describe this as well.

Shang Hexing didn't mind what Kong Ci said just now, he naturally raised his hand and patted Wen Zhi on the back: "Eat slowly." ”

"It's more like that now," said Kongci. ”

"Ahem, ahem—" Wen Zhi also coughed even more fiercely, and she coughed while blocking Shang Hexing's hand.

(End of chapter)