Jiang Xingzhou never thought that he would lift a girl's nightgown at eleven o'clock in the middle of the night.
Of course, he had legitimate reasons.
Although he subconsciously used his hands to support the cabinet when he bumped into Song Ci, Song Ci's lower back still hit the edge of the cabinet hard.
It hurts when touched.
Jiang Xingzhou has had this experience.
When I was in high school, some classmates were joking and suddenly pulled out the stool when someone was sitting down. As a result, my lower back hit the edge of the stool, leaving a long blood mark.
It doesn't bleed and it's not a big deal, it just looks a little scary.
It seems to be called soft tissue injury.
The same situation is probably true for Song Dynasty porcelain.
But he didn't dare to open it yet.
When he helped Song Ci to the sofa, he just believed that he should solve the problems he caused himself and wanted to help Song Ci with his lower back.
Song Ci probably felt really painful, and since she had never experienced this before, she just agreed.
When Song Ci lay on the sofa, he realized that Song Ci was wearing a nightgown!!!
If you lift up the skirt and look at her lower back, won't you see her panties
What is the direction this is going
Jiang Xingzhou didn't dare to get drunk at all, and he was completely sober.
The fabric of the nightgown had a lot of drape, and after Song Ci lay down, it fell along the curve of her body, outlining her round little butt. The coat half-covered her lower back, making it even more obvious.
Jiang Xingzhou just felt his mouth dry and his tongue parched. He had never seen such a scene before.
"That... Song, Song porcelain..." Jiang Xingzhou could hardly speak clearly.
"Hmm?" Song Ci buried her face in the pillow, her voice muffled, a little sticky, like she was acting coquettishly.
Jiang Xingzhou swallowed his saliva: "Do you want to cover your legs first?"
Only then did Song Ci raise her blushing little face and look over blankly.
Jiang Xingzhou glanced at Song Ci and asked her to look at his posture.
As expected, Song Ci's neck turned red.
She hurriedly turned over and tried to pull something to cover herself.
Jiang Xingzhou quickly held her shoulders and said, "Don't move, don't move, or you'll hurt your waist."
Song Ci stopped moving instantly.
She muttered quietly, "I'll go get dressed first."
Jiang Xingzhou paused. He really had to put on something, otherwise all his Song Dynasty porcelain would be exposed to him.
What a sin.
With a guilty conscience, Jiang Xingzhou said, "I'll help you over."
Song Ci's waist was really hurting at the moment. She was not allowed to use her waist and didn't know how to stand up for a moment, so she didn't refuse.
"Um."
After helping Song Ci back to the room, Jiang Xingzhou took out a bottle of Song Ci's ice water from the refrigerator, gulped down half of it, and patted his cheeks with his hands stained with water droplets before he calmed down.
I waited for about five minutes, and when I was sent out, he had changed into a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, which was a lot more convenient.
Jiang Xingzhou went over to help the man back, and brought a pillow over to put it in place: "Lie on this to make you more comfortable."
“Hmm…” Song Ci lay obediently on the pillow.
The pillow was quite big, and Song Ci could lie on it with his entire upper body. It was propped up high, which made it more convenient for Jiang Xingzhou.
"Then I'm going to open it." Jiang Xingzhou's hands couldn't stop shaking.
The first time I lifted a girl’s clothes.
It's so exciting.
Song Ci uttered "hmm" in a very, very, very quiet voice.
Jiang Xingzhou knelt on the sofa with one leg, almost touching Song Ci's thigh.
The hand moved closer and closer and finally touched Song Ci's clothes.
I made up my mind and opened it directly.
A long streak of blood was across Song Ci's lower back. It was shocking.
The skin of Song Dynasty porcelain is white and delicate, and looks like the finest mutton-fat jade, but the texture is destroyed because of this bloodstain.
Jiang Xingzhou felt a little guilty.
Fortunately, he has experience, so it just looks serious and will go away on its own in a few days.
"It's a little scary, but it's okay. It's no big deal. I'll give you some ice later."
Jiang Xingzhou reached out and poked it curiously.
"Hmm..." Song Ci shuddered slightly, and the exposed skin was dyed with a layer of cherry pink at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Song Ci turned her head slowly, tears welling up in her bright eyes, hanging on her eyelashes, about to fall.
Her mouth was pursed, her cheeks puffed out, and her accusing expression seemed to indicate that she had suffered great injustice.
Jiang Xingzhou immediately raised his hands: "No... I, I'm just... just curious."
Song Dynasty Porcelain: ╯^╰
"Sorry, I'll go find something to ice you, wait a moment." Jiang Xingzhou fled.
There was no ice at home, and the only thing Jiang Xingzhou could think of that could pretend to be ice was his old popsicle.
I took out two old popsicles from the refrigerator, knocked them against each other, and they were quite hard. I held them in my hands, and they were pretty icy.
However, the sealing part of the old popsicle packaging bag is still quite sharp, and water drops will seep out. Jiang Xingzhou found another empty plastic bag and put the old popsicle in it to act as a buffer.
"It may be a little cold, just bear with it and apply it for a while, it will heal quickly." He adjusted his posture back and forth, and the packaging bag kept making noise in his hands.
Song Ci said in a muffled voice: "Okay."
"So I put it up?"
“Oh.”
This was the first time she took the initiative to let someone lift up her clothes to see her, and almost her entire back was exposed to Jiang Xingzhou's sight.
Song Ci was nervous and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her skin. Just when she was feeling hot, an icy old popsicle was put on her without any warning. She was instantly bounced by the ice and wanted to shake the popsicle off by shaking her body.
"Liang..." Her tone carried a sticky and coquettish feeling that she herself didn't even realize.
"Don't move!"
Jiang Xingzhou didn't expect her to react so strongly. He was shocked and hurried to hold her down. Inevitably, his two hands pinched Song Ci's waist.
The fine beads of sweat made Song Ci's skin a little smooth, but fortunately it was still able to remain stable.
Then the temperature between Song Ci's skin and flesh came from the junction, burning hot.
Jiang Xingzhou then realized that a person could really be so shy that his entire body turned red.
The skin color on Song Ci's back was darkening at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Song Ci turned around, her expression full of unhappiness and anger.
"Your hands are cold, too."
Jiang Xingzhou had just taken the popsicle, so his fingers were naturally cold.
But at this moment, they had been contaminated by the heat of the Song Dynasty porcelain and were becoming hot, and the place where their skin touched was burning.
"It's hot." Seeing Jiang Xingzhou standing there motionless, Song Ci shook her waist in dissatisfaction.
Jiang Xingzhou opened his mouth without saying anything and retracted his hand: "Ah..."
The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.
Song Ci curled her lips, turned around and lay down again.
The living room was silent for a while.
Song Ci whispered, "Jiang Xingzhou."
"exist."
"What ice pack did you get?"
Jiang Xingzhou: "Old popsicle."
"Oh," Song Ci was a little embarrassed, "Um... your old popsicle doesn't seem to be cold anymore."