My Feelings Can Wait (MTL)

18

"I...I thought it was Lin Yue." Ji Youyan stuttered a little when seeing Jing Xun.

Jing Xiu nodded slightly, his gaze moved down, and his gaze was fixed on her long naked||naked long legs. Can Lin Yue be naked like this? Jing Xiu's complexion grew darker.

Following Jing Xun's gaze, Ji Yuyan suddenly flushed with red ears. While trying to hold the hand to stretch her clothes, she said embarrassedly: "Wait a moment." Then, before Jing Xuan could react, she hurriedly closed the door and jumped back to look through the closet.

Jing Xiu was shut outside and sighed deeply. Just a cursory glance, the legs looked a little red, but fortunately it didn't seem to be particularly serious. Her face was slightly stunned.

"Where is Lin Yue? I will ask Yao Xiao to take you to the hospital." Jing Xiu's voice was dull through the thick wooden door.

In the winter, Ji Yuyan didn't wear shorts, and finally found a pair of loose wide-leg pants. Hearing Jing Xiu's question, she paused, biting her lip and snickering uncontrollably.

Jingxun is caring about her, right?

She put on her back pants, walked back to the door quickly, opened the door and responded: "Yueyue should go and buy me scald cream. You don't have to go to the hospital specially, it doesn't matter, it's just a little red, just rinse with water."

After finishing speaking, Ji Yooyan took off the cotton drag and walked naturally into the glass room. He rolled up his trouser legs, took off the shower head and opened it, and said helplessly: "If you show up in the hospital and be photographed, you may be photographed by the media. Make up a story. I won't work hard for them to waste brain cells."

She bent over, holding the shower head in one hand and holding the trousers on both sides without slipping. It was obviously difficult. The trouser leg on the right couldn't be pulled by one hand, and it began to slide, some of it got wet. Ji Yuyan couldn't make a move to pull it up, and was about to turn off the faucet with the hand holding the shower head, a delicate hand appeared in her vision.

Jing Xiu bent down and gently helped her to fold up the trouser leg that was sliding down on the right. Her fingertips with a little bit of heat touched Ji Yuyan's sensitive skin that was irritated by the cold water from time to time, and Ji Yu could not help swallowing her throat emotionally.

After folding the trousers, Jing Xiu reached out and took the drenched head in her hand, and said lightly: "Just press the trouser legs."

Ji Yuyan was flattered and stared at Jing Xun's face close at hand.

"Your skirt will get wet." Ji Youyan's voice was inexplicably dry. Jing Xiu wore a black waist and ankle long skirt and a long windbreaker today. When she entered this glass room, she only took off the outer windbreaker.

"It's okay." Jing Xiu stared at the red marks on her legs and the goose bumps that had been frozen out by the cold water, frowning slightly.

"Does it still hurt?" she asked suddenly.

Ji Yooyan turned his head to see Jing Xun, and saw Jing Xun hanging her head. The ink hair covered most of her face, but she could vaguely see the gentleness and peace between her brows.

Her heart beat like a drum, and returned to Jingxun softly and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Jing Xiu gave an inaudible "um" and said nothing.

Quietly around, it seemed as if he could only hear the sound of the water flowing and the sound of his own heartbeat. Ji Youyan looked at Jing Xuan's long and soft figure, smelling the faint fragrance that seemed to be coming from the ends of Jing Xuan's hair, and felt like he was in a daze. Is dreaming.