Huo Zhixiao put down the things in his hands, looked at Ding Yinan and asked, "Why are you crooked?"
Ding Yinan knew very well in his heart that Huo Zhixiao had extremely high requirements for aesthetics. For example, he can even weave a bamboo to weave a Fibonacci spiral. All of his bedmates have a golden body ratio of over 1.8 meters. Compared with him, isn't Ding Yinan just crooked
Of course, if you don't tell the truth after seeing it through, let alone belittle your own words. Ding Yinan was too lazy to discuss aesthetic issues with Huo Zhixiao, he turned around and said: "You continue to make up, I'll go shopping elsewhere."
However, a certain aesthetic master didn't seem to want to end the discussion. He stood up, grabbed Ding Yinan's wrist and said, "Wait a minute."
Ding Yinan stopped.
"You said 'in my heart'," Huo Zhixiao said, "What is your basis?"
Ding Yinan didn't expect Huo Zhixiao to be so serious, he thought for a while and asked, "Do you have a uniform standard for choosing a bed partner?"
Huo Zhixiao raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked, "Do you mind this?"
Ding Yinan felt strange when he heard this, what does this topic have to do with "mind"? The discussion between two people should be within the objective range. If the psychological factor of "mind" is involved, it will become a subjective discussion with private emotions.
"I don't mind." Ding Yinan said bluntly, "I just said that I don't meet your aesthetic standards."
"Did you forget something?" Huo Zhixiao pulled Ding Yinan's wrist into his arms, "I've measured your waist-to-hip ratio."
The fiery palm was attached to Ding Yinan's waist, but he didn't stop there, turned the palm of the hand with four fingers facing down, and slid along the ups and downs of the back waist to the round buttocks and petals.
"I said it," Huo Zhixiao tilted his head and whispered in Ding Yinan's ear, "Perfect."
The scene in front of him overlapped with the scene in the fitting room. Ding Yinan originally thought that Huo Zhixiao was measuring his waist in the fitting room, but he didn't expect this guy to "feel" his hips with other parts .
As the subject of measurement, it is inevitable to feel offended. Ding Yinan broke free from Huo Zhixiao's restraint, frowned and said, "Don't give me a break."
However, what happened next was completely beyond Ding Yinan's expectation.
According to his previous experience, he thought that Huo Zhixiao's hand would be very strong when he hugged him, but he didn't know that Huo Zhixiao's hand was only lightly on his waist, but he pushed Huo Zhixiao hard, causing himself The center of gravity was unstable, and he staggered several times.
There were a lot of scraps left by Huo Zhixiao at his feet. He stepped on a round bamboo joint impartially, and immediately felt a heart-rending pain in his ankle. Before he could react, he had already sat down on the ground .
"hiss-"
Ding Yinan frowned tightly, his expression became a little distorted.
"A sprained ankle?" Huo Zhixiao squatted down and lifted Ding Yinan's heel to check the injury.
"Take it easy." Ding Yinan worriedly grabbed Huo Zhixiao's clothes, afraid that he would be as insignificant as before.
"I'll take you to the doctor."
As Huo Zhixiao said, he hugged Ding Yinan horizontally. Ding Yinan didn't expect Huo Zhixiao to be so straightforward. He subconsciously hugged Huo Zhixiao's neck, but soon felt that something was wrong...
Was he hugged by the princess? !
"Huo Zhixiao," Ding Yinan suddenly felt awkward, "let me down."
"Can you still walk?" Huo Zhixiao asked, but he didn't slow down at all.
"Whether I can leave or not, you don't need to hug me like this, do you?" Ding Yinan said.
"Why isn't it necessary?" Huo Zhixiao said, "You're not heavy."
Ding Yinan was so choked that he had nothing to say, but at this moment, a burst of anxious dog barking suddenly came from behind the two, as if to remind them that this is not their world of two.
Huo Zhixiao slowly put down Ding Yinan, without changing his face, he said: "What's wrong with you, even your son is forgotten."
"Me?" Ding Yinan stood on one leg, looked at Huo Zhixiao and said, "Isn't it your son?"
Huo Zhixiao used to bring Sanbai Sui over, and now that Sanbai was by his side, Huo Zhixiao was inconvenient to hug Ding Yinan, and instead carried him on his back, while Ding Yinan hooked him with one hand Huo Zhixiao's neck, holding the three-hundred-year-old dog leash in one hand, the two of them and the dog returned to the off-road vehicle parked at the entrance of the village.
Ding Yinan's sprain was not serious, but it still took three to five days before he could walk normally. After applying the medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis on his ankle, he tried to tap the ground a little harder, but the pain immediately became unbearable, so he gave up the idea of walking back to the hotel, and was carried back by Huo Zhixiao.
In the afternoon, Huo Zhixiao went to the bamboo forest on the hillside again. The two left in a hurry before, and the various tools that Huo Zhixiao borrowed were still there.
Ding Yinan took a nap in the room, and when he woke up, he would lie on the bed and watch TV. It was not until his bladder began to protest that he reluctantly got up from the bed and hopped on one leg to the bathroom to drain the water.
When I was used to playing cockfights when I was young, I didn't find it difficult to jump on one leg, but when I grew up, I felt that this action was very strange.
Coming out of the bathroom, Ding Yinan supported the desk and jumped forward, but accidentally bumped his little finger against the corner of the desk, causing his eyeballs to almost roll over due to the pain.
But his other injured foot couldn't touch the ground, so he could only kneel on the ground with a bang, propped his hands on the ground, and waited for the pain in his little finger to ease.
After a long while, the pain in his little finger finally stopped, but his knees were in excruciating pain again.
It's just too difficult. The zodiac year passed last year, why is it still so unlucky this year
Tremblingly, Ding Yinan took out his mobile phone and called Huo Zhixiao: "Where are you?"
When Huo Zhixiao returned to the hotel, Ding Yinan had already crawled back onto the bed with difficulty.
He raised his hand, pointed in the direction of the desk, and said to Huo Zhixiao, "Help me get a bottle of water."
Huo Zhixiao unscrewed the cap of the bottled water, handed it to Ding Yinan, and asked, "Are you okay?"
"Just let it go." Ding Yinan said.
"I'm going to ask for another room."
After Huo Zhixiao finished speaking, he left here. Ding Yinan was wondering what it meant to ask for another room. Huo Zhixiao soon came back with another key, and took Ding Yinan to the room without saying a word. Double room.
"This is more convenient." Huo Zhixiao said.
Ding Yinan doesn't want to admit it, but he really needs Huo Zhixiao now. Two people live in one room, which will save a lot of trouble.
Ding Yinan's ankles were wrapped in gauze, so he couldn't take a bath, so he could only wipe his body with a wet towel. He asked Huo Zhixiao to help him go to the bathroom, then took off his shirt and pants, and simply wiped his body.
He put on a clean white T-shirt, but then he suddenly discovered a problem, the action of putting on pants cannot be done with one foot.
Fortunately, the height of the sink was just right, so he sat on it without thinking too much. However, there was a sudden chill on his buttocks, and he realized that there was water on the sink, but he didn't pay attention.
"Master Huo," Ding Yinan opened a crack in the door and said to the outside, "help me get a pair of underwear."
After a while, Huo Zhixiao came over with a pair of white underwear and asked, "Do you need help?"
"No need." Ding Yinan took the underwear, but Huo Zhixiao outside the door did not let go.
"Is it really not necessary?" Huo Zhixiao asked again.
"No need." Ding Yinan said.
Leaving aside the matter of wearing pants for now, Huo Zhixiao is inconvenient to help, the two of them will return to the city tomorrow, and Ding Yinan will have to live alone by then. He didn't want to rely too much on Huo Zhixiao, so as not to get used to it later.
Although he thought so in his heart, Ding Yinan came out of the bathroom and returned to the bed by leaning on Huo Zhixiao.
Huo Zhixiao helped Ding Yinan set up the pillow, but at this moment, he suddenly frowned, looked at the bruise on Ding Yinan's knee and asked, "What is this?"
Ding Yinan was wearing long trousers before, but he changed into knee-length shorts after washing his body. He glanced at his knee, and replied without paying too much attention: "It fell."
Huo Zhixiao obviously didn't believe it, his eyes were full of suspicion.
Ding Yinan suddenly realized that bruises on his knees could easily remind people of an old man pushing a cart, so he hurriedly clarified: "I really fell, so I called you at the time."
"That's it." Huo Zhixiao raised his eyebrows, and no longer doubted Ding Yinan's words, "I'll go to the boss to get safflower oil."
Ding Yinan wanted to say that there is no need to cause such trouble, but Huo Zhixiao had already left the room without looking back.
He changed his mind and thought, it's good to rub it, after all, the ankle hurts too, so it can relieve a little bit.
However, what Ding Yinan didn't expect was that Huo Zhixiao would personally rub the medicine on him.
"I can do it myself." Ding Yinan was really not used to Huo Zhixiao being so kind to him, "My hands are fine."
"Sit down." Huo Zhixiao acted as if he didn't hear Ding Yinan's words, he grabbed Ding Yinan's calf and rubbed it for him.
Huo Zhixiao's approach is really not gentle, and even a little messy. But it can be seen that he is very careful, the warmth of the palm combined with the hot safflower oil seems to be the case.
Ding Yinan propped his hands behind his back, bent his knees, and rarely enjoyed Huo Zhixiao's service.
"Does it hurt?" Huo Zhixiao asked.
"fine."
The pain is definitely painful, but if I have to say it, it is painful and comfortable.
"Don't you usually wear shorts?" Huo Zhixiao pinched Ding Yinan's calf and asked, "Why are your legs so white?"
"The company doesn't allow you to wear shorts to work." Ding Yinan said sternly.
Huo Zhixiao didn't answer any more, his eyes followed Ding Yinan's legs up to the heels of the legs exposed by the knee bending.
Ding Yinan wanted to remind Huo Zhixiao not to look around, but at this moment Huo Zhixiao suddenly felt a pain point, and all his words melted into a soft "um".
Huo Zhixiao's movements stopped abruptly, Ding Yinan also bit her lower lip angrily.
His "hmm" just now was both painful and comfortable, similar to the sound he made when he called the bed.
"That's it." Ding Yinan's ears felt hot, and he withdrew his calf from Huo Zhixiao's hand.
"Okay." Huo Zhixiao leaned forward, rubbed Ding Yinan's shoulder, and put the safflower oil on the bedside table. He sat up straight, looked at Ding Yinan and asked, "Do you know what I'm thinking right now?"
Ding Yinan vaguely felt that Huo Zhixiao was not thinking of anything good, but he couldn't help asking: "What?"
"I want you." Huo Zhixiao lowered his voice and leaned towards Ding Yinan, "Is that okay?"
Can't.
Ding Yinan said in his heart.
He looked at Huo Zhixiao's gradually enlarged face, and just wanted to say no, but Huo Zhixiao blocked his lips.
It's strange, he and Huo Zhixiao only kissed a few times, the body seems to have formed a memory, and the tongue naturally entangled.
Huo Zhixiao felt Ding Yinan's response, and completely let go of his hands and feet and pressed him on the bed.
"Wait." Ding Yinan came back to his senses, while being shocked by his own reaction, he pushed Huo Zhixiao's chest away, "I'm hurt."
"I'll take it easy." Huo Zhixiao said.
"No, there is no cover here."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Ding Yinan felt something was wrong.
Whether there is a cover or not, this is a question later, the premise is that he has to agree. Now he skipped the premise directly, making it seem like he acquiesced.
Huo Zhixiao stood up, picked up the phone and said, "I'll go buy it."
"Don't!" Ding Yinan hurriedly grabbed Huo Zhixiao's wrist, and said uncomfortably, "Well, just, just use your hands, and help each other."
It's over.
Ding Yinan thought irritably, he seemed to be suffering from difficulty in rejecting Huo Zhixiao.