He saw himself find the medicinal wine and hand it to Lin Weaving, and left after seeing him carry the quilt to Lin Weaving's room.

He left?

Jing Xun patiently looked back, but still didn't see himself return to Lin Weaving's room.

A chill crept up his back, and his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, making him excited and frightened.

Jing Xun went back to look at the record again, thinking about the appearance of Lin Zhi who had just handed him the bottle.

- You forgot to take it away after you helped me knead it earlier, which is really bothering you.

The young man's eyes were focused and gentle, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

Chapter 100: Missing Brother's Boyfriend

Tempted.

His illness was discovered.

These thoughts appeared in Jing Xun's heart one after another in a very determined tone, constantly amplifying.

The heart is clenched in an instant, and the breathing, along with the flowing blood, is not functioning well.

The brain instinctively resists and guards, shouting for him to reject and stay away.

The deepest enough secrets to threaten him were suddenly revealed, and Lin Ori played with his emotions in a normal, even soft, manner.

Jing Xun couldn't remember how he reacted when he responded to Lin Zhi's temptation to lie, but it must be full of loopholes.

He didn't know where he had revealed his flaws, and he could be noticed by Lin Zhi in such a short period of time that there was a problem with his memory, even Chang Yuhan, who was his agent, didn't know about his condition.

But it doesn't matter anymore, it doesn't matter how it is discovered, he is not curious, the important thing is that he has been exposed, and his reaction has already told Lin Zhi the answer.

The electronic device vaguely reflected Jing Xun's face, but the gray-blue eyes burst out with a scorching light that was completely opposite to the rest.

The eccentric youth toyed with him in a soft gesture and applauded, and the danger and coldness he brought with him were chilling to the bones, and in this excessive fear that made people want to surrender, it was exhilarating.

Draw close to him, devour him, tear him apart, chew on him, be overwhelmed by danger, live with danger and even become danger itself.

The darkness and cruelty are hooked out, and there is no need to keep the rational chaos spreading, and the excessive excitement causes the body to tremble, making people intoxicated and addicted.

Jing Xun's fingertips stroked across the screen, and the movements were gentle and gentle.

Lin Zhi probably didn't know that his temptation had been detected by him...... Jing Xun's thoughts paused slightly, and he looked at his painting.

The young man in the painting is standing under the tree and smoking, remembering the appearance of him leaning over and looking up, Jing Xun's eyes roll slightly.

He really doesn't know, and he doesn't seem to know.

Whether to break everything or make mistakes, Jing Xun undoubtedly chooses the latter.

He didn't know what Lin Weaving's purpose was, and he didn't care too much, as long as Lin Weaving's attention was on him, whatever he wanted from him was fine, it was the prerogative of the muse.

Jing Xun reconciled the paints and continued to concentrate on his unfinished paintings.

He didn't leave any more relevant information for himself, even though he knew he might forget.

The memories he lost will be completely lost, not forgotten, and there is no way to wake up with some records, if he can't remember his feelings about Lin Weaving, he doesn't have to force it to stay.

Therefore, when he sees Lin Weaving again, he will definitely have the same emotions.

The paint was drawn on the paper, and the corners of Jing Xun's lips rose unconsciously.

He was watching me too.

Outside the house, the moon hung high, silent.

When Lin Zhi woke up and went out to the bathroom to wash, he happened to see Jing Xun coming out of the bedroom with his hair wiped.

"Good morning."

Jing Xun took the initiative to say hello, and there was nothing unusual on his face.

Lin Zhi greeted him and went into the bathroom.

Without him asking, 01 automatically reports the results of last night's monitoring.

[Nothing special happened, he painted on the second floor, and went downstairs to the bedroom to sleep. 】

01 I think this world is quite magical, in a word, it is a nesting doll life in which the host and the task object monitor each other.

Lin Zhi wiped the water droplets on his face, and raised his eyebrows in his heart, looking forward to what kind of response Jing Xun would give him.

After walking out of the bathroom, Lin Wei saw the hot milk on the table, and Jing Xun was assembling sandwiches in the kitchen.

Lin Zhi walked to the kitchen door and asked, "Need help?" ”

Jing Xun shook his head: "Just sit down." ”

Lin Zhi sat down at the dining table, his cup of milk was steaming, and Jing Xun's cup was still cold.

Hayashi Weaving: [01, check it.] 】

It's not that he's too careful, it's just a habit of thinking.

01: [Host please rest assured, there is nothing but a glass of ordinary milk.] 】

Lin Zhi took a sip of the cup slowly, and sighed almost inaudibly, the regret in his eyes was fleeting.

Still not bold enough.

01 stomped his foot in regret in his heart, it shouldn't have said that the host was relieved.

Although it had long known that the host was not really a good little angel, it had never thought that they were playing such perverted.

Doesn't this mean that its thinking has not kept up, and it is not qualified to be the host's intimate system! It will be corrected next time!

Jing Xun brought breakfast to Lin Zhi and sat down opposite him in silence.

Lin Zhi finished the loving breakfast prepared by his brother-in-law, watched him clean up the dishes and go into the kitchen to wash the dishes, and looked down at the message on his mobile phone.

A colleague who handed over his work abroad was asking for some detailed rules, and Lin Zhi quickly replied by email and deleted the record.

Jing Xun wiped his wet hands and walked out of the kitchen, looked at Lin Zhi who was sitting on the sofa and asked, "Is the place where you were injured yesterday better, if you rub the medicinal wine, the bruises should disperse faster." ”

He talked as if chattering, but his eyes looked straight at Lin Weaving's face.

Lin Zhi responded gently: "Although I can't see it, it should be better." ”

Although it is talking about something that does not exist, it seems to have really happened in their mouths.

Unseen? Jing Xun thought to himself, it should be like this, if it is a place where Lin Zhi can take care of himself, how can he ask him for help, and the lie must stand up to scrutiny.

"I'll show you."

Jing Xun said this sentence very naturally, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

Since he has rubbed it all in Lin Zhi's mouth, he has naturally seen it, so what does it matter if he looks at it now?

Jing Xun guessed that Lin Weaving would refuse, but Lin Weaving didn't.

"Okay."

He replied and took off his coat.

He wears a loose-fitting beige sweater that he pulls down without much effort.

There is a small pale cyan bruise on the right shoulder, which is more noticeable against the color of the clothes and skin.

Lin Zhi sat on the sofa sideways, and when he turned his head, his neck and shoulders outlined a smooth and beautiful line.

Natural light shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows on one side of the top and sides, and fine dust clouds dance in the soft light.

Youth is at the center of the composition, like a fallen god of beauty.

Jing Xun couldn't take his eyes off, and at this moment he even forgot what he was going to do, looking at it intently, coveting this moment, and engraved him in his mind.

Looking at Lin Weaving, he didn't know what exhaustion was for a long time, only too many things that he wanted to paint but didn't have time to paint.

"Jing Xun?"

Lin Weaving's posture determined that his vision was limited, and his voice rose slightly, recalling Jing Xun's thoughts in an inquiring tone.

He didn't turn back, and he didn't plan to look at Jing Xun.

You don't have to look into his eyes, you don't have to be too awake.

"It's still a bit serious, but it's better than yesterday, maybe it'll be better if you rub it again."

Jing Xun told a lie without blinking, and approached Lin Weaving.

The medicinal wine was placed on the sofa by him, where he could reach out and reach.

Lin Zhi nodded and replied silently.

Jing Xun's fingers were a little stiff because of nervousness, he rubbed his fingertips, carefully pressed Lin Zhi's shoulder, and leaned closer.

However, he miscalculated, his palm could easily cover the exposed skin of Lin Weaving, and in order to prevent the medicinal wine from staining Lin Weaving's clothes, he had to pull the knit sweater down with one hand, and cover Lin Weaving's wounds with the other hand.

The skin felt silky to the touch, Jing Xun rubbed the bruises slightly stiffly, sweet and fragrant, and the hand he was holding the clothes unconsciously strained a little.

The loose knit is therefore tight and seems to be in danger of tearing at any moment.

There was an instigating murmur in his ears, and as long as he pushed harder, he could see the wound on the left like a red line, which could be touched and caressed, and he felt the touch of the blood scab slightly hard and slightly piercing his hand.

The sound of a gentle gasp evoked Jing Xun's thoughts, and he felt an unnatural tremor in his body under his palm.

"I'm sorry, I didn't control my strength."

Jing Xun subconsciously apologized and slowed down the strength in his hand.

The smell of medicinal wine is a little pungent, and the skin that has been rubbed is red.

"It's okay, but your hands are hot, I've wanted to ask for a long time, is your body temperature relatively high? It's a little cold, but you don't seem to feel it. ”

Jing Xun's hands were very hot, pressing on his back like a burning fire, intertwined with sharp and sore pain, seeping into the skin.

"Well, I'm not afraid of the cold."

Jing Xun was born like this, so the heating equipment in his home is all furnishings.

As he answered, his fingers ran over Lin Zhi's shoulder, where there were no bruises, and he simply felt that this touch was very comfortable.