"Stiff neck..." Yan Rui opened the door completely and stepped back, "Come in first, I'll help her take a look."
"You?"
"Grandpa Shen, can't you trust me?" Yan Rui smiled, the corner of his lips Raise slightly.
Only then did Shen Mi discover that Yan Yan could smile, and his smile was different from usual, very gentle...
"How could it happen, I just didn't expect it." Grandpa Shen led Shen Mi into the house.
"No need to change your shoes." Yan Rui closed the door, "Go sit on the sofa and wait for me for a while."
"Hey, thank you."
"You're welcome." Yan Rui said and walked towards the bathroom.
Grandpa Shen and Shen Mi sat down on the sofa with some restraint. After a while, Yan Yan came out of the bathroom, carrying a basin to the table next to the wall, picked up a hot water bottle, poured hot water into the basin, and then I entered my room and came out with a towel in my hand.
Shen Mi thought he was going to wash his face, so Yan Fan put the high stool in front of the coffee table and waved to her, "Sit here."
Shen Mi was dumbfounded for a second, and then looked at her grandfather. Grandpa Shen had a look on his face. Speechless, "Go."
"Oh..." Shen Mi stood up and walked to the high stool to sit down. When she saw Yan Fan squatting down, he took out a pair of scissors from the bottom of the coffee table and cut off the towel's tag. Found that the towels were new.
She was watching curiously as Yan Rui put the towel into a basin filled with hot water, when Yan Rui suddenly raised his eyes and met hers.
Shen Mi suddenly felt her breath suffocating, her mind went empty, and everything around her seemed to slow down...
"Take off your scarf and coat." Yan Fan said.
"Eh? Ah...oh!" Shen Mi came back to her senses, quickly turned her head and lowered her head, raising her little hand to pull the scarf.
Her heart was beating incredibly fast, and the whole world was still focused on Yan Fan's clear and indifferent eyes, and her ears were buzzing.
She didn't dare to look at Yan Fan anymore. After taking off her scarf, she tried her best to ignore him squatting behind her, but her ears were clearly buzzing, but she could clearly hear him picking up the towel and putting it down again. The sound of water.
After finally taking off her clothes, Grandpa Shen immediately came up and reached out to take them. He also picked up the scarf she placed on his knees, "Why are you taking off your clothes and moaning?"
Shen Mi, whose heart rate was still irregular, said to herself Grandpa pouted, "Where's the ink stain..."
Grandpa Shen glanced at her and said nothing. Yan Rui put down the towel and stood up, moving behind her, "Does it hurt on the right side?"
"Hmm... ..." Shen Mi responded in a low voice, and then she felt his fingers touch the base of her neck and pressed lightly.
Shen Mi's breath hitched again, and her body trembled. It was the feeling of electric current penetrating her skin from his fingertips...
"Hand ice?" Noticing her trembling, Yan Fan raised his hand.
"Uh... no, no, I just took off my clothes and it's a bit cold..." Shen Mi's voice became softer as she spoke.
Although Shen Mi had already said that it was not his hands that were cold, Yan Fan still squatted down again and picked up the hot towel soaked in hot water. After pausing for a while, he endured the heat and wrung it out, covered his hands with the towel, and then Putting down the towel, her fingers touched the base of Shen Mi's neck again.
The warm touch made Shen Mi's heart skip a beat, and then it hit her chest vigorously, and the fingertips on her knees were slightly clenched.
Yan Yan's fingertips gently pressed hard on the right side of her neck. Immediately afterwards, Shen Mi felt a little pain in the place where his fingers pressed. It was also sore and swollen, and the muscles of her shoulders and neck tightened unconsciously.
"Does it hurt?"
"It's a little sore." Shen Mi replied.
"Relax."
Shen Mi tried her best to relax herself, but it was difficult to do so. However, Yan Yan didn't pay too much attention. The muscles in her shoulders and neck were very stiff, as were her meridians. It was probably not only a stiff neck, but also a cold.
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Yan Rui
RomanceAuthor of "Yan Rui 無罪國度 In the past few years, Shen Mi had been thinking about how to get Yan Fan to sleep. For the rest of his life, Yan Fan kept thinking about how to sleep with Shen Mi today. *****The copywriting is useless: To put it simply, it...