stand-in model

"It's bandaged." Rong Sheng looked at his work with pride, as if he had done something greater than Nuwa mending the sky.

The pale yellow Band-Aid stuck to the fingertips, Jiang Liang raised his hand and shook it in front of Rong Sheng, "Don't be so proud, just put on a Band-Aid, even a three-year-old can do it."

"Three-year-olds can do it?" Rong Sheng stretched out his hand and grabbed Jiang Liang's outstretched fingertips, deliberately avoiding the sticky place, and pulled Jiang Liang in front of him, and the other hand fell on Jiang Liang's back and gently brushed it again. Said, "A three-year-old can make you blush? Huh? You have to be responsible for what you say."

Jiang Liang paused, bowed his waist and raised his head to look at the person holding his fingers. He was now lying between Rong Sheng's legs, kneeling on the carpet with his legs, like a commoner looking up at his god.

The angle is too ambiguous, and the atmosphere is too emotional.

Thinking of Rong Sheng's various restless behaviors recently, he was a little dizzy. "Don't show color at every turn." Rong Sheng held his fingers and curled his fingers slightly, Jiang Liang turned his face away, moved back a bit and was about to get up.

But how could Rong Sheng, who was so cute by him, let him go.

The man clenched his fingers tightly, then left the sofa, knelt down on one knee and kissed Jiang Liang's injured fingertips.

Suits and leather shoes, dazzling roses, kneeling on one knee.

Romantic and gripping.

Rong Sheng stretched out his hand to gently pinch Jiang Liang's chin, kissed the corner of his mouth and left.

Just like a bird gathering dew, it knows enough is enough.

Jiang Liang was a little surprised when Rong Sheng knelt on one knee.Before he could recover, Rong Sheng dragged him from the carpet to the sofa.

"I'm going to take a bath." Rong Sheng stroked Jiang Liang's chin, watching the man squint his eyes like a cat enjoying his teasing.

Pretty cute.Rong Sheng thought.

It didn't take long for him to take a bath, but Jiang Liang went for a long time.With an element of worry, he sat on the bed and called Jiang Liang a few times, but got no response.

He closed the book in his hand and put it on the bedside, and immediately got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

Rong Sheng politely knocked on the door of the bathroom twice, wondering if Jiang Liang didn't hear the sound just now.

It was only after he didn't hear any movement inside that he twisted the handle.

After the door was opened, in layers of white mist, Rong Sheng saw Jiang Liang lying in the bathtub and falling asleep.

Fortunately, there is a constant temperature system in the bathtub, and the water surrounding Jiang Liang's body is warm and steaming.

Jiang Liang lay sideways on the edge of the bathtub, her thin waist without fat was clearly visible under the water, her straight and slender legs crossed and stacked in the water of the bathtub, what Rong Sheng marveled at was her white legs.

It doesn't look like a man's legs, but a woman's legs.

He could still see the red rope and round toes hanging on Jiang Liang's ankle underwater.

Jiang Liang's fair body was a little flushed from the bath, her thin lips were slightly parted, and she breathed softly.

Rong Sheng's Adam's apple rolled, and finally chose between heaven and hell, wrapping Jiang Liang in a bathrobe and leaving.

The black bathrobe was wrapped around Jiang Liang's body, and transparent water droplets kept flowing through his legs, falling from the hanging toes and pattering onto the hotel floor.

Rong Sheng lightly placed the man on the side of the bed, looked at the wet hair, and finally found the hair dryer from the bedside table.

The warm breeze fell on Jiang Liang's hair, and Rong Sheng's fingers shuttled through it. Watching this man smacking his lips in his sleep, his heart seemed to be wrapped in syrup for a moment.

It seems that Jiang Liang is very satisfied with the technique of the hair blower.

After drying his hair, Rong Sheng put the hair dryer in place, turned off the room light, and climbed onto the bed relying on the bedside lamp.

The person sleeping at the other end seemed to be looking for a heat source automatically, and immediately stuck to it after Rong Sheng lifted the quilt and lay down.

Holding Rong Sheng's arm tightly with both hands, his right leg was raised and landed on Rong Sheng's lap, which was a restless sleeping position.

The fluffy hair was on the tip of Rong Sheng's nose, and the faint scent of milk roses spread around the two of them.

This is the scent of ginger shower gel, Rong Sheng knows it.

Frankincense and herbaceous.

Under the dim light, his fingers landed between Jiang Liang's brows and eyes, drawing the face of his beloved again and again.

"Ziru." Rong Sheng called softly, but what answered him was the clock on the wall in the dark.After a long time, Rongsheng called again, "Ziru." Still no one answered.

His fingers landed on the corner of Jiang Liang's mouth and he called out "Jiang Liang."

The sleeping person murmured an 'e

', and then rubbed against Rong Sheng's arm.

This is the response Rong Sheng heard.

He didn't call Jiang Liang again, and sighed softly between his lips.

The clock strikes the time without knowing it, Rong Sheng raised his hand to embrace Jiang Liang sideways, tried his best to inhale the milky rose scent on Jiang Liang's body with the tip of his nose, and closed his eyes to sleep in satisfaction.