“……I didn’t move any more.”

Perhaps because his words just now were particularly intimidating, Ji Mingzhu's voice unconsciously turned lighter.

The legs that he originally wanted to automatically retract because of his movements did not show any signs of moving back.

Because she went to the bedroom to take a bath, she only turned on a thin layer of warm light. Just when Jiang Ji came in, she turned on the headlights.

For a moment, the light rose from all around with a bright light.

It also illuminated the two people who were very close to each other.

Jiang Ji pressed his hand down and pressed his ankle joint, "Here?"

"Yeah." Ji Mingzhu's legs were clenched by him, a little uncomfortable, so she shook gently, and then added, "Actually, she twisted at the beginning, and it didn't hurt much now, it just felt numb. Do you understand..."

After saying this, she said affirmatively.

"It should be nothing serious."

Jiang Ji remained silent, but his subordinates did not stop. He sprayed her ankle with the medication to cure the fall, and then held the cotton ball in one hand and slowly wiped it on it.

Jiang Ji probably came here after taking a shower, with his black hair half wet and put it on his forehead.

He was wearing a simple and refreshing home clothes. Perhaps because he leaned closer, Ji Mingzhu could vaguely smell the smell of acacia and clear cedar mixed together.

Under the light, half of his face was hidden in the shadow, his lips were slightly pursed, straight into a line, as sharp as a blade.

Although he still looked cold, Jiang Ji's long eyes drooped and his quiet look was slightly restrained. He looked like he had a kind of gentleness that was not easy to detect.

Like a dog.

Eyelashes are longer than women.

"I look scary?"

In silence, Jiang Ji suddenly said this sentence, breaking the quiet factor free from the air.

"Ah?" Ji Mingzhu responded inexplicably, not understanding what he meant.

"What are you trembling?"

Jiang Ji slowly raised his eyes, glanced at her, and then lowered his head.

“………”

Is she trembling?

She was itchy!

"... Stress reaction! Is this normal? " Ji Mingzhu looked at him in front of him and suddenly suggested, "Jiang Ji, if I treat you like this, can you guarantee that you will not move?"

She imagined that kind of picture and suddenly felt a little more beautiful.

But it must be that it wasn't for me to apply medicine. She must be possessed by Mama Rong and gave him an acupuncture!

Jiang Jibuxian glanced at her indifferently, "There are anti-slip pads in the bathroom, can you fall like this?"

There are anti-slip pads, but anyone who stipulates that they will definitely not fall if they use anti-slip pads.

Ji Mingzhu wanted to refute, but she was afraid that Jiang Ji would have a sudden attack, after all, her legs were still in his hands.

but--

This is not about anti-slip pads at all.

Speaking of the "culprit", isn't that machine spirit?

"It's all that tomi. It suddenly cut the song, which really scared me half-death. Then I was not prepared. I wanted to find a buffer. It was too late..." Ji Mingzhu began to instigate him without realizing it, "Jiang Ji, just send that tomi away, it's really going to become a spirit."

Her words were stained with a tone that she didn't even notice, like a coquettish act in her murmurs.

At this moment, a robot that I don’t know where I found it suddenly appeared at the door.

[Host lady, are you calling me? Tomi has been there all the time~~]

Ji Mingzhu stopped and her legs subconsciously pulled in her direction, and was quickly grabbed by Jiang Ji.

He twisted his head, looked at the door, and gave a cold order, "getout."

Translated into Chinese, short but domineering - "Get away."

The male owner ordered immediately and had to listen.

After the little robot said "Oh" and played a sad music for himself, and it disappeared.

Compared to Jiang Ji's calmness and indifference, Ji Mingzhu is the one who is speechless.

It turns out that if you drive away the little machine spirit, do you still need to start the English mode? No wonder she used all the tricks before, and it would still scratch her door and would not want to leave.

Thinking of this, she once again sighed at the high-end of artificial intelligence.

Although there are many misunderstandings between Ji Mingzhu and this little robot, they are still fine when they spend most of their time.

Sometimes, I even think it is cute and fun, so it is not impossible to publish a separate vlog video for it.

but--

"Why is it just following me and not sticking to you?"

Jiang Ji hadn't answered for a long time. If he hadn't been helping her with medicine, it would have a cool touch, Ji Mingzhu almost thought that this person was a god.

After a while, he took back the medicine and began to clean up the medicine box, and said while sorting it out, "I think you like it."

"A machine has no feelings, can you still watch something that is more pleasing than others?" Ji Mingzhu was excited, thought about the song "I Want to Love If You Die", and blinked at Jiang Ji.

"You have to ask about this."

He also asked her to ask it, was she stupid?

Or, it should be said that it is the opposite. The little machine spirit is actually happy to see Jiang Ji!

Because there was no obvious trauma, the drug-applied scene after the "bathroom stutter" did not last long.

In fact, at the beginning, Ji Mingzhu wanted to persuade Jiang Ji not to have too much trouble. After the numbness disappeared, she could still move around and she could leave, but she had to wait for a night.

But his cold face seemed to have broken one of her legs.

Her refusal words were stuck in her throat.

"you--"

"you."

The two of them spoke at the same time, but when the pronunciations of the characters were met, they stopped at the same time.

"You talk first." Ji Mingzhu was particularly understanding. After all, just now, he was also doing such a big help.

There is no harm in applying some medicine.

Jiang Ji slowly stood up, his eyes swept from top to bottom, his eyes dark and deep, like fire rising from the wilderness in the countryside.

"Your collar is pulled."

......What kind of collar is good?

Only when Jiang Ji's figure disappeared behind the door did Ji Mingzhu realize it later.

When she lowered her head and looked over her collar, she almost fainted after a moment of gaze.

Ji Mingzhu, sometimes she really can't be willful in such things.

Look, retribution is coming.

After Jiang Ji's collar was destroyed, Ji Mingzhu's collar followed suit, even worse than his losses.

After all, the space left in the bathrobe is quite wide from top to bottom.

Because she had not had time to change her pajamas, Ji Mingzhu only wore a bathrobe, not to mention that her laces were also slightly loose styles. The nightgown was just for loose and comfortable. She had just finished taking a bath, so she had never thought about it.

And if she doesn't pay attention, she should have a look.

Jiang Ji looked at it for so long, and only reminded him at the end that he was simply a bad intention and a bad intention!

Ji Mingzhu clenched her collar a little, and no seams were allowed to leak out. After looking left and right, she muttered secretly—

"Fake serious."

...

When Jiang Ji put the medicine box back into the storage room, he vaguely heard the sound coming from the corridor.

It was a sound of closing the door. I listened carefully, and probably had some anger.

Jiang Ji rubbed his forehead, walked to the opposite door between the two, and stopped for a while.

He looked at the tightly closed door, remembering the appearance of the house and the people in the house before he left, and his heart was unreliable.

Jiang Ji casually closed his door, and after only two steps, he leaned half on the head of the bed, with one arm standing in front of him, and half closing his eyes.

He remembered the scene he had rushed over uncontrollably, the scene he had picked her up, the scene he had squatted on the edge of the bed, raised his eyes casually, and saw.

Scenes echoed in my mind and remained unavoidable.

The robe looked thick, but it was so thin.
To be continued...