In fact, so far, Jiang Xingzhou's editing efficiency can be said to be very high.
By the time Song Ci finished revising the novel, his video had already taken shape, and all that was left was post-production refinement.
With this result, Song Ci was finally not so worried. She slowly crawled onto the sofa, sat behind Jiang Xingzhou, and reached out to massage his shoulders.
"Thank you for your hard work, Jiang Jiang~"
Jiang Xingzhou was very impressed by this. His shoulders were sore at the time, and he was very happy. Fortunately, he still remembered the matter of Song Ci, so he asked her, "Have you finished typing?"
Song Ci pouted. How could he still remember it? Fortunately, she had finished writing.
"It's been revised."
"Thank you for your hard work." Jiang Xingzhou reached out and patted the hand on his shoulder.
He turned around and patted Song Ci's leg: "Step back a little."
"Well, okay."
Song Ci leaned back obediently against the back of the sofa, and Jiang Xingzhou leaned against the sofa and sat next to her.
"Come here, let me rub it for you too."
Jiang Xingzhou turned Song Ci's body so that her back was facing him. He put his hands on her thin shoulders and massaged her gently.
“Hiss… it hurts.”
Song Ci immediately turned around with tears in her eyes, while Jiang Xingzhou looked at his hand in shock.
He has already slowed down his strength.
So delicate.
He pressed it and asked, "How about this?"
Song Ci simply turned around and said, "I'll just pinch it for you."
Jiang Xingzhou was stunned for a moment, a little hesitant: "Then... is that okay?"
Song Ci immediately pushed his shoulder and said, "Then turn around quickly."
"oh."
The soft little hands were placed on his shoulders again and squeezed gently. After a while, he was not satisfied with this strength, so he said, "Use a little harder."
Song Ci: “… Ouch.”
In order to make it easier to exert force, Song Ci knelt down and straightened up to a comfortable height. Song Ci began to increase the strength in his hands, even using all his strength. Jiang Xingzhou didn't say a word.
That means it won’t hurt anymore.
Song Ci whispered, "The skin is so thick."
He doesn't even feel any pain when he uses so much strength.
Jiang Xingzhou was enjoying the pleasure of having his shoulders massaged, so he didn't quite hear what she said. He asked in a daze, "Huh?"
"Ah..." Song Ci said with a guilty conscience, "No, I didn't say anything."
Jiang Xingzhou was silent.
"All right."
Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief and immediately massaged his shoulders seriously.
Jiang Xingzhou felt that the strength was just right, but Song Ci was tired. After pinching for a while, his hands became sore and he unconsciously reduced the strength.
After persisting for a while, he had to give up and lay on Jiang Xingzhou's back, saying softly, "I'm so tired."
Jiang Xingzhou smiled, grabbed Song Ci's soft little hand, squeezed it back and forth, and relaxed her fingers.
"Okay, I won't do it anymore since I'm tired," Jiang Xingzhou changed the subject, "What are we having for dinner?"
“Leftovers.”
Jiang Xingzhou: “.”
Oh, forgot.
We made too much at noon, and even with Liang Ting helping to finish the food, there was still a lot left.
Jiang Xingzhou estimated that there should be a little left tonight. Fortunately, the weather is not too hot now, otherwise he would not be able to eat it tomorrow.
"Okay, then I'll do it, you rest here for a while?" Jiang Xingzhou raised his shoulders and asked Song Ci.
"Are you going to do it?" Song Ci was surprised.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Xingzhou was helpless. Was he surprised that he was cooking
"No, no, then you go and do it. Thank you, Jiang Jiang~" Song Ci said with a smile.
"Then... Your Highness, please get up."
"good."
Song Ci stood up, got off Jiang Xingzhou's back, and sat back down obediently.
Jiang Xingzhou got off the sofa, rubbed her head seeing how well behaved she was, and went to the kitchen.
Song Ci suddenly called him: "Jiang Xingzhou."
Jiang Xingzhou stopped and turned back: "What's wrong?"
"Can I... touch your computer?" Song Ci pointed at the computer that Jiang Xingzhou placed on the coffee table.
Jiang Xingzhou was slightly puzzled and glanced at Song Ci's computer next to him. Although he didn't understand, he still nodded: "Okay."
"Thank you." Song Ci pursed her lips and thanked her modestly.
"Then I'll go cook?"
"Um!"
Jiang Xingzhou thought about it and thought that Song Ci probably wanted to borrow his membership of major video websites to watch videos. After all, he was a distinguished annual member of each video website.
After he called Song Ci to eat, Song Ci had already returned to the sofa, where she was sitting and playing with her cell phone.
After the two finished their meal, they took the oranges out for a while and returned home after half past eight.
Jiang Xingzhou opened his video again to prepare for editing and found that the background music had been added to the video, which fit very well.
"Song Song, did you do this?" Jiang Xingzhou remembered that when he was cooking, Song Ci said she wanted to use his computer, so this was probably what she did.
It’s true. He still hasn’t forgotten after so long. I told him he could finish cutting it.
Song Ci felt a little guilty, nodded silently, and responded softly.
Seeing her like this, Jiang Xingzhou rubbed her head amusedly and said with a smile: "Why do you look so scared? Can I say anything to you?"
Song Ci glanced at him, then immediately lowered her eyelids and said, "But I activated your video without permission."
"I agree."
"ah?"
"I should thank you. Now, stop being like this. People who don't know would think I'm bullying you."
"You didn't!" Song Ci retorted immediately.
"Why don't you smile?"
Song Ci looked up hesitantly and gave him an expression that seemed to be about to smile.
Jiang Xingzhou: “.”
"Go do your own thing, I edited it."
“Oh.”
After a while, Song Ci asked, "Don't you want me to help you cut it?"
"No need." Jiang Xingzhou adjusted the track and added subtitles without even turning his head.
Ever since the two confirmed their relationship, Jiang Xingzhou has been in charge of most of the editing for the account Cijiang, allowing Song Ci to focus on writing.
Sometimes Song Ci feels really bad and insists on editing the videos, but 90% of the videos are edited by Jiang Xingzhou.
Being in such a hurry today, Jiang Xingzhou has been sitting for a long time.
The two of them had never been like this before. They were always relaxed and when they were tired they would lie on the sofa and rest for a while before continuing to work.
"But I want to help you."
He was clearly trying to help someone, but he used a pleading tone.
Jiang Xingzhou probably knew what she was thinking, so he thought for a moment and said, "How about this, when I finish editing, can you give me a back pat?"
Song Ci blinked in confusion. Is this okay
"Song Song?"
"Oh, okay..."
"Well, now, just play your own game, so I can finish editing quickly and enjoy your highness's back massage service."
These words made Song Ci's ears hot, and she finally calmed down and stopped thinking about those things.
She searched on her phone for how to do a better back massage.
It was nearly ten o'clock when Jiang Xingzhou finished editing. He exported the video and sent it to Song Ci, then stretched.
Song Ci had been sitting on the sofa behind him with her legs curled up. When she noticed his movement, she immediately reached out and grabbed his hand.
"Have you finished editing?"
Jiang Xingzhou paused.
"Arm..."
Song Ci held his hand when he was stretching, but now he put his hands behind his back.
My whole arm felt an unbearable soreness.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Song Ci immediately let go of his hand and rubbed his left shoulder with both hands.
"It's all right."
“I’ve finished editing.”
"Then..." Jiang Xingzhou paused, still a little excited, "Let's go back to the room."
The video was sent successfully. Song Ci clicked to download it, then put the phone back in his pocket. He was a little stunned when he heard what he said.
Go back to the room
"Don't you want a back massage?"
Jiang Xingzhou said, "Yes, massage your back. Go back to your room and do it."
Song Ci: “!!!”
No sofa
It's ten o'clock at night!
It was already dark outside, which was completely different from the atmosphere of the dim room artificially created at noon!
Jiang Xingzhou scratched his head and explained, "It's not a back massage, it's the kind that I want you to step on for me, okay?"
"What?"
Song Ci felt like his brain was short-circuited. What did "踩踩" mean? Judging from the way he pounded his back at the beginning, this "踏踩" meant stepping on his back
Step on the back
Her eyes widened.
What is the requirement
Sure enough, Jiang Xingzhou’s explanation was also “stepping on the back”.
“How do you step on it?”
She had been searching for the back massage, but if she changed it to back stepping, she had never tried it before and didn't know if she could do it well.
"That's it." In fact, Jiang Xingzhou just spoke too quickly.
If you are not careful, you may say "go back to the room" and if you are not careful, you may say "pat the back" instead of "step on the back".
Speaking of stepping on the back, he was really curious now.
As far as he could remember, when he was a child, he was always treated like a tool and stepped on on the back by his father.
At that time, his father probably disliked that he was too young and weak to beat him with enough strength, so he let him step on his back to achieve the desired effect.
When this was brought up today, he suddenly became curious about what it felt like to have someone step on his back.
He looked at Song Ci and saw that he weighed only about 100 kilograms, which was roughly the same weight as he did at the time.
Then give it a try
So he swallowed the explanation that was on the tip of his tongue and changed the subject: "Let's go back to the room first?"
"B-but I... then, should I wash my feet first?"
Song Ci's face turned red.
She understood it literally, probably meaning stepping on Jiang Xingzhou's back, so did she have to wash her feet first
"Wash your feet..." Jiang Xingzhou hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded, "Then wash your feet."
"good."
Song Ci rubbed against the sofa and prepared to wash her feet.
After she walked past the coffee table, Jiang Xingzhou suddenly called her and suggested, "How about soaking your feet?"
"Together." This is the purpose.
"ah?"
Whatever you think comes out.
Jiang Xingzhou explained: "I'm tired today, so I'll soak my feet in hot water to relax."
Song Ci frowned, then thought that what Jiang Xingzhou said was right, so he nodded.
"Okay, I'll go get some hot water."
"Use that basin, the blue basin in the corner, which is specially used for soaking feet." In fact, he had only used it once or twice.
Song Ci's voice came from the bathroom: "Okay."
Jiang Xingzhou sat on the sofa and sighed.
Soak your feet together.
After soaking our feet, we went back to the room together.
Then have an intimate contact with Song Ci's feet.
Plus a nice nap at noon.
Today is another perfect day.
After lying comfortably on the sofa for a while, Jiang Xingzhou took the initiative to run over to help Song Ci bring hot water.
It's twelve degrees today. Although it didn't rain, it was foggy all day, which is not good weather.
It's okay to soak your feet for a while
"Put it next to here. You sit on the sofa and I'll sit on the stool over there." Jiang Xingzhou said as he put the basin down.
Song Ci had no objection, but her face turned red.
Jiang Xingzhou once said that he gave her his first time, so why not her
First time soaking feet with boys.
In the same pot.
When she thought of this, Song Ci's toes couldn't help but curl up. It was too embarrassing.
Jiang Xingzhou pulled her and said, "Come and sit down."
So Song Ci sat on the sofa.
Jiang Xingzhou was not in a hurry to move the stool. He looked at Song Ci eagerly as she put her white and tender feet into the basin.
Song Ci felt uncomfortable being stared at, so she moved her toes back and forth and whispered, "Stop looking."
Jiang Xingzhou came back to his senses and coughed twice to hide his embarrassment.
He changed the subject and asked, "Is the water temperature okay?"
Song Ci nodded obediently: "Sure."
She made the hot water herself.
The feet are very comfortable at this temperature. The whole foot is soaked in warmth, with a slight burning stimulation. It is really, very, very comfortable.
"Come over and soak your feet." She moved her feet a little to make room for Jiang Xingzhou and urged him.
"Oh, okay, I'll be right there."
Jiang Xingzhou brought a stool and after sitting down, he stretched out his feet almost reverently.
“So big.”
As soon as his feet reached above the basin, Song Ci exclaimed.
Compared with her small face, Jiang Xingzhou's feet are really big.
"Generally, boys' feet are this big. Since you're a girl, you may not know." Jiang Xingzhou said casually.
He put his foot down without any warning.
In fact, when he just put his feet on it, he felt that the hot water was hot on the soles of his feet. He didn't expect that it was not his illusion, but that the water was really hot.
As soon as his feet touched the water, they were lifted up again.
A national quintessence came out of his mouth.
Song Ci looked at him in confusion.
The two of them have known each other for so long, but this is the first time Song Ci has heard him say such words.
"What's wrong?"
Why do I start to feel tired while soaking my feet
Jiang Xingzhou propped his feet up on the edge of the basin, looking in disbelief at Song Ci's feet lying motionless inside.
He asked, “Isn’t it hot?”
"Ah? It's not hot?"
Song Ci took his feet out of the water, and then his feet seemed to feel a gust of evening breeze, and they were a little cold, so he immediately put his feet back in to warm them.
"This temperature is just right."
Jiang Xingzhou: “.”
He half wanted to reach out and test the heat, but he held back.
"Then I'll wait a moment." He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and suddenly remembered a video he had seen online before, which seemed to show that there was a girl's foot-soaking water being scalding hot.
Song Ci pouted and said "Oh" in disappointment: "Okay then."
"Tell me when the water isn't too hot. I'll let it dry here for a while."
"Uh-huh."
Jiang Xingzhou propped up his head and looked at Song Ci's feet through a layer of hot water.
It's white and tender, and has become a little red and pink after being soaked in hot water.
"My ankles are a little thin."
He accidentally spoke out his thoughts.
Song Ci: “???”