She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 122
Before the word "the" was fully uttered, Lin Qingyou came to her senses and cut off the voice suddenly, but the words had already been said, and she couldn't think of what to say after the word "the" for a moment.

Jing Xing: "..."

Her style of perfect score is a template, isn't it, the idiom "human looks like a dog" is definitely used in this way?

Jing Xing helped her tie a high ponytail, which was not only loose, but also crooked. It was the first time he had messed with her hair.

Lin Qingyou didn't dare to move, she just sat stiffly like this, she was afraid that if she moved, the ponytail he had tied so hard would fall apart.

"Take this off first, the ointment will be applied." Jing Xing's eyes fell on the necklace exposed at her neckline.

His sweater is a round neck, the neckline is quite wide open, and it is even bigger when worn on the little glutinous rice dumpling, revealing a large area of ​​delicate and pale skin on the neck.

A thin black rope was worn around her neck, and a simple ring was worn on the black rope, which happened to be stuck at her collarbone, giving off a silvery white cold light.

Lin Qingyou kept her head motionless, groped to take off the black rope, and held it in the palm of her hand.

Jing Xing's pupils darkened, and he bent over to take the ointment that he threw on the hospital bed just now.

The ointment was a bit cold, especially when it touched the skin on the neck, Lin Qingyou unconsciously moved forward, and Jing Xing pressed her shoulder: "If you move any more, your hair will fall apart."

Lin Qingyou hung her head and dared not move, thinking that you also know that your craftsmanship is not good?

Jing Xing's movements were slow, his slender fingertips were dipped in light yellow ointment, and he applied it to the skin on the back of her neck little by little. After many days, Lin Qingyou once again experienced the feeling of living like a year.

The last time I felt this way was when Jing Xing was reading her journal manuscript on learning experience.

I don't know how long it took, but when Lin Qingyou couldn't bear to speak out anymore, Jing Xing finally said: "Okay."

She breathed a sigh of relief, that's it, it's finally over, but before the breath was over, she heard Jing Xing ask again slowly: "On your back..."

"No need!" Upon hearing this sentence, Lin Qingyou suddenly turned her head away, for fear that he would say "Take off your clothes, and I will also apply ointment on your back".

The ponytail at the back of the head shook firmly, but it didn't come loose, but it loosened a lot.

"Your back seems to be quite serious, too?" Jing Xing played with the small bottle of ointment with his slender fingers, and looked at her with a half-smile.

"No, it's not serious." Lin Qingyou stammered, subconsciously pressed her neckline, tried to pretend to be calm, and said, "You don't need it on your back, just the back of your neck..."

Jing Xing suddenly bent down and looked down at her, Lin Qingyou's words stopped abruptly.

He was too close to her, so close that she could clearly see his dark and pressed down eyelashes, the roots were distinct, the distance was almost nose to nose, eyes to eyes.

Lin Qingyou's breath stopped suddenly, and she immediately tilted her head back.

Probably because she overestimated the flexibility of her neck and leaned back too much, accidentally lost her balance and fell directly backward.

Lin Qingyou instinctively stretched out her hand, trying to grab something to stabilize herself, but there was an invisible and intangible air around her, except for Jing Xing who was in front of her.

(End of this chapter)