Siheyuan: This is really immoral

In the following time, Lin Zhuang made a large bunch of sleeping aromatherapy in the space, and wrote down the recipe and production process in great detail.

Touched his chin.

Fortunately, he is an upright man with the light of righteousness in his heart.

He would definitely not spread this recipe, nor would he tell anyone else. Just by increasing or decreasing the amounts of certain ingredients, the smoke-like effect in the novel could be achieved.

He would not tell others that if one was brave enough, he could even make a person unconscious for nearly a whole day, during which time the person would not be conscious at all.

He would not tell others that if you don't like the lack of reaction, and if you are very brave and add something that promotes hormone secretion, the effect will be stronger than the medicine in later generations.

Seeing his thoughts gradually diverging in a very violent direction, Lin Zhuang immediately shook his head wildly.

squeak-

The door was gently opened, and Lin Zhuang's consciousness came out of the system space at the first moment.

He was already in a sleeping position when he entered the system space, and now he didn't need to move at all.

"Brother Linzhuang, are you asleep?"

Feeling Qin Jingru gently shaking him, Lin Zhuang was speechless. This tiger girl...

He shook me like that and I woke up even if I wasn't awake yet.

Lin Zhuang pretended to be asleep to see what she was going to do.

"Brother Linzhuang, are you asleep?" Qin Jingru called out again, this time her voice was softer and she didn't shake him.

Lin Zhuang became more and more certain that she must have some purpose, most likely something bad.

"hey-hey......"

After Qin Jingru gave a snicker, she rubbed her hands together and took out a black object similar to chalk from her pocket.

When Lin Zhuang heard the laughter that she thought only he could hear, he narrowed his eyes slightly without making a sound, taking in all her little movements.

Is this the intention...?

Qin Jingru was seen smiling very happily and proudly, with the corners of her mouth almost stretched to the maximum arc. The black thing in her hand turned out to be charcoal, which was probably the wood that had not been burned thoroughly under the stove.

Qin Jingru was worried that her actions would wake up Lin Zhuang, so she approached him carefully, little by little.

Even her breathing was very steady. Seeing that the charcoal was about to reach Lin Zhuang's face, Qin Jingru hesitated again.

His face is really handsome. Wouldn't it be desecrating it if I painted this turtle on it?

But then she changed her mind and realized that she would definitely be in a terrible situation in the afternoon. Back pain was just the mildest symptom. She was even worried that Lin Zhuang would prevent him from getting out of bed.

If I don't retaliate now, when will I get what I want?

Think of it another way, if Lin Zhuang had dinner with them with this face, and then had sex with them in the afternoon, wouldn't it be a different experience?

Hey!

Qin Jingru no longer hesitated, and the black charcoal that had stayed above Lin Zhuang's face for a moment moved again. However, because she was a little nervous and had to restrain her strength, her hands could not help but tremble slightly.

Mutan slowly approached Linzhuang. As for how to draw a turtle, she had already figured it out in her mind several times. In addition, when she was in the countryside, she occasionally teased her younger brothers and sisters, so with the added proficiency, she naturally knew it by heart.

Qin Jingru took a deep breath, and the next second, she took the charcoal and drew on Lin Zhuang's face.

But at this moment!

Lin Zhuang suddenly opened his eyes!

Before Qin Jingru could react, Lin Zhuang snatched the charcoal with one hand, grabbed her slender waist with the other hand, and exerted force suddenly!

The positions of the two people were exchanged in a flash, and Lin Zhuang rode on her and waved the charcoal in front of her.

Qin Jingru blinked her confused eyes because she didn't react in time. After seeing the situation clearly, she slowly opened her mouth and finally shouted out with a voice that took a long time to react:

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

"You, you, you...are not asleep?!!"

Lin Zhuang just waited for her to finish shouting. When Qin Jingru calmed down, he rubbed his ears and said jokingly:

"Stop shouting. No one will come to save you even if you scream your throat out."

Qin Jingru's smile was uglier than crying. She tried to negotiate with Lin Zhuang, "Brother Lin Zhuang, let's discuss this properly. Please don't draw me with charcoal pencils, okay?"

"Hmm?" Lin Zhuang was puzzled and asked, "Jingru, answer me a question and don't lie, okay?"

"Wha, what's the problem......"

Lin Zhuang was staring at her from top to bottom. She inexplicably felt that Lin Zhuang's question was definitely not well-intentioned. She moved her body tentatively up and down and left and right, but she was pressed very tightly by Lin Zhuang and had no room to struggle.

Lin Zhuang did not disappoint her and asked calmly, "Tell me, what were you planning to draw on my face?"

Qin Jingru smiled wryly, "Brother Linzhuang, please listen to my excuse... No, explain, I... ah!!!!"

Before she could finish, Lin Zhuang's "pen tip" fell on her face.

The cold touch made her pause, and before she could react, Lin Zhuang waved his sword on her face several times.

Qin Jingru still didn't know what her face looked like after being painted. Lin Zhuang had no psychological burden at all while painting. He painted very quickly and lightly, as if a feather was waving, and it even felt as if it was not as strong as the wind.

Lin Zhuang held her down, not letting her break free, and carefully admired his creation.

After so many years, he may not be able to draw other things, but he is still able to draw turtles with ease.

The turtle-like patterns cover her entire face, with the outermost circle almost reaching the edge of her profile, making it look more spacious.

From the two finger widths between the eyebrows, a large black line extends to the chin, and two or three horizontal lines are even more obvious, completely separating Qin Jingru's facial features.

Lin Zhuang couldn't help but touch his nose, thinking that he had drawn it a little too much. If he had known earlier, he would have drawn a little turtle on the side of her face.

Seeing Lin Zhuang not saying anything, Qin Jingru had a bad feeling.

"Haitang, I'm done. Now you can tell me what you're going to paint on my face, right?"

Qin Jingru never expected that the prank she had come up with on a whim would lead to her being severely punished.

"I just plan to draw a small turtle on your profile..." Qin Jingru glanced at Lin Zhuang with resentment.

She had intended to draw a small one, but now not only had it been drawn by Lin Zhuang, but it was also quite large, and she could even feel the edge of the face...

Lin Zhuang chuckled, and the burden in his heart was instantly relieved, and the little guilt he had in his heart disappeared instantly.

It turned out that this girl also wanted to draw a turtle for him. The two of them had exactly the same idea. It was true that two different people could sleep in the same bed.

Thinking of this, Lin Zhuang quickly got off her and said:

"You can see for yourself what I drew..."

"I'm going downstairs to eat first."

After saying that, he immediately ran downstairs, jumping down the stairs one step at a time at an extremely fast speed.

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