Self-investment

The bedding that Xiao Tong prepared for Jian Ling and Luo Yimu was placed in the packed guest room. Jian Ling's right arm should not get wet. Luo Yimu asked Xiao Tong for a roll of plastic wrap and wrapped her hand completely. When she got up, she was still worried, so she went to the bathroom together to help her take a bath.

"My poor right hand, it's only been healed for a few days? Now it's useless again." Jane Ling waved her right arm mournfully.

Well now, Kong is facing the beauty—or the beauty who has become her wife. She can't even do anything legal and bad, so she can only take the opportunity to get some money to satisfy her greed.

Jian Ling didn't expect Xiao Tong to be quite girlish, and the pajamas prepared for her and Luo Yimu turned out to be Disney princess styles. Luo Yimu wiped off Jian Ling's body, and Jian Ling casually picked up the set of Snow White's pajamas. The pajamas started to laugh, and a red apple with a bite out was printed on it. (Note)

"Those who didn't know thought it was a joint product from Disney and Apple." Jian Ling said with a smile.

She looked at another set, very girlish light blue, she knew it was Cinderella without looking at the print, picked it up, and sure enough, the classic transformation spell of the Fairy Godmother was printed on the chest.

Jian Ling's smile suddenly became meaningful, "Looks like Snow White can finally sleep with Cinderella tonight..."

Luo Yimu picked up Snow White's pajamas and put them on her, and asked with a smile, "What do you mean by finally? Could it be that you have been waiting for a long time?"

"How long have I been waiting for you, don't you know?"

Luo Yimu didn't ask which expectation Jian Ling referred to, whether it was the fan story of Snow White and Cinderella in her mind, or something deeper.

When the two came out of the bathroom with steam, Xiao Tong was playing a game with the baby. Xiao Tong was not very proficient in a car racing game, so he always lost. Jian Ling leaned on Luo Yimu and looked at the TV screen, feeling a little regretful. "It's a pity that I can't play today, otherwise I will definitely beat you to pieces."

Hearing Jian Ling's voice, the baby immediately put down the game console, looked back at the pajamas they were wearing, held his chin to look at them, and commented with style, "Not bad, it looks good." Then he asked as if asking for credit: "Jane Sister Ling, do you like these two sets of pajamas? I have a good eye, don't I?"

"It's more than good, it's really good!" Jian Ling praised generously, thinking that it was the baby who chose it, so it's no wonder.

"It's nine o'clock." Xiao Tong got up and looked at the wall clock, then patted the baby's head, "Drink the milk quickly, then brush your teeth and wash your face, and go to bed."

"Let's play for a while..." The baby acted coquettishly, but seeing the irrefutable look in Xiao Tong's eyes, he hesitated, shrank his neck, said good night to Jian Ling and Luo Yimu, and ran to brush his teeth.

Xiao Tong watched the baby enter the bathroom, and then said to Jian Ling and Luo Yimu: "Call me if you need anything at night, there is food in the refrigerator, the water dispenser is in the kitchen, and the cups are already in your room."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." After Xiao Tong finished speaking, he went back to his bedroom.

Jian Ling and Xiao Tong have also been together for two days, and feel that this person is completely different from the high-spirited designer I saw on TV. Rather than being cold, it is better to say that he has a social barrier. People who don't know how to communicate normally and don't know how to make friends.

Jian Ling could feel that she was always nervous when talking to herself. Although her expression could pretend to be calm, subtle body movements could not deceive people, such as rubbing her fingers, blinking her eyes, pursing her lips, etc.

"What are you doing looking at for so long?" Luo Yimu turned Jian Ling's gaze dissatisfiedly, with displeasure on his face, "Is she so good-looking?"

Jian Ling came back to his senses, overjoyed, "Mumu, why are you jealous of everyone?"

She half coaxed and half pushed Luo Yimu back to the room, and Luo Yimu said solemnly: "I really don't like you looking at others for too long."

"If possible, I hope you will always see me alone."

The sudden love words, with the seriousness and integrity unique to law professors, made Jian Ling feel palpitations for no reason, and even her fingertips trembled. She smiled, pulled Luo Yimu's collar, and forced her to bow her head, and put her lips to him. Going up, Luo Yimu opened his mouth, and the familiar soft and sweet taste entered his mouth.

This posture was a bit of a stretch, and Jian Ling couldn't hold on for a while, but Luo Yimu protected the back of her neck in good time, and tightly circled her waist, taking her whole body into his arms , also took the initiative of this kiss.

"Who do I see in my eyes, don't you still know?" Jian Ling grabbed Luo Yimu's shoulder, blushed and asked out of breath.

There are all kinds of amorous feelings in the half-closed eyes, and Luo Yimu's breathing is also anxious.

Jian Ling remembered that when they first got together, Luo Yimu's kissing skills were jerky and domineering. Every time they kissed, it seemed as if she was going to eat her. Jian Ling jokingly said that he wanted to be Luo Yimu's teacher.

I have to say that she is indeed a good teacher in this respect, teaching Luo Yimu by precepts and deeds, as if not only the body, but also the soul resonates, so compatible, really harmonious.

"If you don't tell me clearly, I don't feel at ease." Luo Yimu said.

Jian Ling stood on tiptoe and bit her ear, "Of course it's you..."

"I can only see you in my eyes, I can only hear you in my ears, and I can only think of you in my heart..."

Before she finished speaking, Luo Yimu tightened his arms.

Jian Ling smiled, and whispered softly in her ear, "Mumu, why are you so likable? And if I like you, I can't like others anymore."

Luo Yimu was satisfied, and with this movement, he scooped up Jian Ling with his long arms and hugged Jian Ling onto the bed.

"It's a pity that Xiao Tong didn't buy the Sleeping Beauty model, otherwise I could pretend to be a prince and kiss you awake." Jian Ling hooked Luo Yimu's neck and rolled over, pressing her on the bed, "Mu Mu, Do you know what your name is now?"

"What?" Luo Yimu pursed his lips, looking forward to her next trick.

"Let me slaughter you." After Jian Ling finished speaking, he laughed triumphantly.

There was a flash of light in Luo Yimu's eyes, and his hands sneaked up on her lower back, poking her waist and eyes, and her body softened, lying on Luo Yimu's chest.

"If you don't know how to use idioms, don't use them indiscriminately." Luo Yimu's eyes were almost full of smiles, "Go to sleep, you have to go back to Jinling tomorrow morning."

This long day is finally over.

……

In the middle of the night, when there was nothing else to distract her, Jian Ling's pain from the burn on her right arm became clear again.

Only those who have been burned know that burns are more painful than all falls and knife wounds, because the pain of burns is very long, and the pain is not limited to a certain point, it is a loose, hot, large sting It feels like rolling a nailboard, and the nailboard is burnt red, which is enough to make people sleep badly all night.

Jian Ling didn't want Luo Yimu to worry, so she gritted her teeth and thought about other things to distract her, such as their upcoming wedding, the exam in October, and what kind of job she wanted to find after she got her passport.

Unfortunately, it was not enough to offset the lingering pain in the affected area.

There was a layer of cold sweat on Jian Ling's forehead, and he was about to turn over gently without disturbing Luo Yimu, but there was movement on Luo Yimu's side first, Jian Ling closed his eyes, not knowing what happened, only feeling that Half of the bed turned slightly for a while, and then it was empty. He opened his eyes suspiciously, but saw that Luo Yimu had already got out of bed, opened the door, and was groping to go out.

She has very severe night blindness, she is blind when there is no light, and she can only go out by feeling.

Probably went to the bathroom.

Grinning her teeth, Jian Ling took a deep breath, then exhaled hastily, and moved her right arm, as if doing so would relieve a little pain.

Luo Yimu came back soon, brought something back, and turned on the ceiling light by the way.

"A Ling, are you awake?" Luo Yimu sat on the edge of the bed and gently pushed her.

Jian Ling knew that Luo Yimu must have noticed something was wrong with him.

She opened her eyes and smiled apologetically, "Mumu, did I wake you up?"

"No, I'll get up and go to the toilet." Luo Yimu helped Jian Ling sit up, "I poured a glass of water, and you can take the painkiller before going to sleep, it will feel better."

"Do you want to eat now?"

"The doctor said to take it once every six to eight hours. Now time is enough." Luo Yimu squeezed out a capsule from the medicine tablet and handed it to Jian Ling. He gave Jian Ling a sip and let her take the medicine down smoothly.

"Go to sleep, the pain will be gone after a while." Luo Yimu helped her to lie down again.

"So you know I'm in pain." Jian Ling smiled, "I was afraid of disturbing your sleep, so I endured it all the time."

She wanted Luo Yimu not to worry so much, so she deliberately said it lightly, but it backfired. Seeing Luo Yimu's deeply wrinkled brows through the moonlight, Jian Ling was speechless for a while.

"What's wrong?" Luo Yimu asked.

"It seems a little stuffy, Mumu, you open the doors and windows, let's get some air."

"Okay." Luo Yimu nodded, opened the door and window, "Is it better?"

"Ah."

"Go to sleep." Luo Yimu turned off the light again.

I don't know if it's the air convection that made people feel better, or the painkillers Jian Ling took had an effect. In short, her arm gradually became less painful, and she was finally able to close her eyes and sleep peacefully.

Luo Yimu couldn't sleep, so he moved a stool and sat by the bed, watching over her, in case she was thirsty or wanted something, and he couldn't get it in time.

The floor of Xiao Tong's house is not too high.

There happened to be an old tree outside the window, with gnarled branches and dense leaves, and a huge full moon was hidden behind it.

The cold white moonlight worked hard to get into the room through the tiny gaps in the trees, and sprinkled shadows on the bedsheets, and sprinkled on Luo Yimu's body, covering her whole body with a pale color, making her look as if she had no warmth— —She was already cold enough, but it was only after meeting Jian Ling that she warmed up a little.

Luo Yimu lowered his eyes, staring at Jian Ling's arm wrapped in gauze.

She had seen the wound during the day, and now thinking about it, her heart was still shaking.

It hurts so much, it hurts more than Luo Yimu's own injury, especially when Jian Ling is silent, Luo Yimu is so distressed that he can hardly breathe.

For Jian Ling who is so afraid of pain, Luo Yimu slapped her ass and butt so hard that she cried until she cried to death with tears all over her face. She was splashed with hot oil and her arms turned red. Like that, blisters the size of fists popped up, his face was as white as a piece of paper, he gritted his teeth and said it didn't hurt, it didn't hurt at all.

She was afraid that Luo Yimu would feel distressed.

Fool.

Luo Yimu twitched the corner of his mouth, the root of his tongue was numb with bitterness.

How can it not hurt.

There is only such one in the world, her emotions are all tied to Luo Yimu's heart, how can Luo Yimu not feel pain.

Just looking at the white gauze on his arm, recalling the wounds he saw during the day, Luo Yimu felt a sharp pain in his heart, and tears flowed.

After that, it became more and more unstoppable, and the flow became more and more turbulent.

Luo Yimu never believed in tears. This was the first time that she could not control the tears.

Xiao Tong didn't know when he was standing in the living room, looking at the opened guest room door.

Luo Yimu sat beside the bed, quietly, like a stone statue, with a face that was colder than the moonlight, with no expression at all, only tears trickling down his eyes.

Xiao Tong was so shocked that he couldn't move for a long time.

She had never seen a person with such restraint, tears flowed like that, and the body remained motionless.

Not even a twitch of the corner of his mouth.

It was the first time she saw a person crying like that, crying without any emotion, but it made people feel that they had been overwhelmed by sadness and were about to drown.