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Chapter 70
"Don't go."

Wen Zhi didn't go. She raised her hand to rub her lower back, turned around and deliberately avoided his words: "I'm so tired after sweeping the 53 steps. I'm going to rest."

Shang Hexing held her wrist: "Wait a minute."

Wen Zhi looked down at the hand on his wrist: "Mr. Shang, is there anything else you want to say?"

Shang Hexing reminded her: "The tea hasn't been drunk yet, it's getting cold."

"I won't drink tea anymore, and..." She secretly poked and twitched her hand, "Mr. Shang, your grip hurts me so much."

Shang Hexing loosened his joints a little, but moved his palm up a few inches and strangled her forearm instead. Before Wen Zhi could react, Shang Hexing pulled her to sit down.

Wen Zhi was a little annoyed: "Mr. Shang, you... eh... no, no, no..."

Before he finished speaking, his mood suddenly changed.

Shang Hexing stretched out his other hand, put it on her waist, and then used his fingertips to rub her lower back: "Is it here? I'll rub it for you."

She had a sullen face and avoided his hand in an awkward posture.

Seeing that she was moving a lot, he reminded her: "If you keep moving around, it's easy to press the wrong place and hit places you shouldn't touch."

Wen Zhi's body stiffened and he immediately stopped moving. He whispered to him, "Don't do this."

"What kind?" he asked calmly.

The look in his eyes when he looked at her was calm and free of any distracting thoughts, as if he was doing something loose and natural. Even his hands were so dignified and gentlemanly that they did not move to any inappropriate position.

Wen Zhi didn't struggle any more and just said, "You're a little too strong."

The pressure on his fingertips became lighter, and a low and deep voice fell in her ear: "It's not appropriate anymore, just say it."

Wen Zhiying: "Okay."

I don't know if Shang Hexing's technique was special. The massage made Wen Zhi feel itchy and comfortable, but it also relieved her waist and back pain to a greater extent.

There were 53 steps, and it took me a long time to climb them, and my waist was so bent that I could hardly straighten it up.

"Better?" He saw her eyebrows relax.

Wen Zhi accidentally put his hand on his arm: "It's much better now, not so sore...Thank you."

Shang Hexing retracted his hand, flexed his wrist and said, "You are here to meditate, not to do hard work. I will arrange so much work for you next time, so you can refuse."

"I know." Wen Zhi told him frankly: "But I don't want to refuse. It's hard to sleep at night recently. If you do more work, you will fall asleep easily when you are tired."

"Can't you sleep here?" he asked her.

"This is what happens in a new place. It will take some time to get used to it." Today is only the fourth day, and it is already much better than the previous two nights.

Shang Hexing saw that there was a slight dark green under her eyes, so he leaned back and said, "Why bother."

"What?" She didn't understand those three words.

He smiled slightly and said it was nothing. After moving his wrist for a while, he placed it flat on the stone table. Wen Zhi kept staring at his wrist and asked, "Is your wrist sore?"

"No problem." He said lightly.

Wen Zhi hesitated and said, "Mr. Shang, you are very good to me."

But Shang Hexing asked her: "Why do you think I am nice to you?"

Wen Zhi choked and regretted saying that. His light rhetorical question made her not know how to answer for a moment.

She couldn't reply a word for a while, and Shang Hexing's smile lines appeared at the end of his eyes, reminding her: "Go in and lie down for a while."

Wen Zhi had long wanted to go in and lie down to rest, but now that her back pain had been relieved by his hands, she was not in a hurry to go back to the house.

There was no one around, so she looked at him for a long time, thought again and again, and reached for the cup of tea on the table.

Shang Hexing stopped her: "It's cold, don't drink it."

Wen Zhi said oh, got up and went back to the house.

The weather is hot and there is no air conditioning in the dormitory, only a small electric fan.Wen Zhi pressed the switch of the electric fan, and the sound was so loud that it made people's heads hurt.She lay on the bed, turning over and over again with Shang Hexing's face in her mind. Unconsciously, her hands were placed on her waist, where he had pressed her hands.

Her waist felt comfortable, but his hands must be very sore after rubbing her for so long.He occupies a high position, and he has always been favored and served by others, but today he condescends to rub her waist. Whose heart is secretly throbbing...

This time Wen Zhi accidentally overslept.

It was the knocking on the door outside that woke her up.

Wen Zhi was stunned for a moment and looked up outside the window. The sky was foggy, like night and early morning. She was sleepy and couldn't tell the difference. She got out of bed and took off her slippers to open the door.

"Mr. Shang?"

Wen Zhi rubbed his eyes and shouted.

The light from the eaves of the squatter house reflected Shang Hexing. He looked at her with a gentle expression: "Take some time to clean up and go eat."

Wen Zhi looked behind him and asked confusedly, "Breakfast?"

Shang Hexing couldn't help laughing: "Not only did you oversleep, but you also fell asleep?"

Wen Zhi blinked his almond-shaped eyes: "What time is it now?"

"Nineteen thirty-four," he told her.

Wen Zhi raised his hand and patted his forehead and heart: "Oh my god! I actually slept until now!"

If you wake up later, the fasting time will be almost over.

She tidied up casually and followed Shang Hexing to the dining hall.

There are not many people in the dining hall now, because most of the monks have finished eating and went to meditate and chant sutras.Kong Ci had not left when Wen Zhi arrived. He was finishing a bowl of vegetable soup. He looked up and saw Wen Zhi coming and asked, "Why did you come so late?"

Wen Zhi said: "I overslept."

Kong Ci looked past Wen Zhi and looked at Shang Hexing behind her. He didn't ask anything and opened the bowl at hand: "The food I left for you is just for you. The two of you can only eat it." Just eat.”

Wen Zhi immediately said: "I eat less, that's enough."

After speaking, she glanced at Shang Hexing.

Shang Hexing was very casual and showed no airs when he was out. He went to get two meals and sat down opposite Kong Ci, with a seat reserved for Wen Zhi next to him.

Wen Zhi sat down and just picked up the chopsticks when she heard Kong Ci asked her from the opposite side: "What is the relationship between the female donor and him?"

Wen Zhi's movements with chopsticks paused. She turned her head and looked at Shang Hexing. He didn't react at all. He was calm and composed. She then looked at Kong Ci opposite her and immediately cleared her throat and said, "He is my distant relative."

After saying that, Wen Zhi stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the vegetables.

A piece of tofu, boiled, tasteless.

Opposite him, Kong Ci frowned and asked in a confused tone, "Relatives?"

Wen Zhi nodded while eating: "Yes."

Kongci said: "But the way your relatives look at you is a bit problematic from a monk's point of view."

Wen Zhi asked, "What's the problem?"

Kong Ci replied seriously: "I don't understand it very well, but I think it's very similar to the way the male bird looks at the female bird in the birdcage under the sycamore tree in the backyard."

"Cough——" Wen Zhi choked on the food.

What a god, the way the male bird looks at the female bird...

No one can describe it this way.

Shang Hexing didn't mind what Kong Ci just described. He naturally raised his hand and patted Wen Zhi on the back: "Eat slowly."

Kongci said: "It looks more like it now."

"Cough cough cough -" Wen Zhi also coughed harder. She coughed while blocking Shang Hexing's hand.

(End of this chapter)