C18 (1/2)

Little Mushroom's mushroom head was separated from the bottom by about a foot or so, and its height was estimated that Yin Yijie could reach out and touch the top of the mushroom. There were windows at the front and back, and the rest were made of tempered glass with red cellophane. It looked clean and fresh and cute. A lotus leaf opened the basin, and a milky white lotus arrow spat out warm water. The mirror curved as it silently observed its surroundings.

Yin Yijie pushed me in like a cart, then moved a stool over and sat me down.

This place was not big, and it was just right for two people to stand here. Putting a stool on top of it made it seem a little crowded.

It was crowded, and I was very, very close to him. Yin Yijie stood behind me, almost touching my back.

I really don't know what to do. I lower my head and listen to his even and steady breathing. His heart is pounding.

I was afraid that a little more contact would burn something and frighten me.

In the mirror, my cheeks were red and my lips were white. My teeth were about to bleed.

Yin Yijie looked around and laughed silently. His hands went around my back, turned on the tap, took my hand, put it under the tap, and carefully scrubbed it a few times.

Under the lotus leaves, there was skin cleansing soap, and on it, there were almonds and other things. There was a faint aroma of plants. Yin Yijie picked it up, wiped one of his hands lightly, and changed it to the other.

His long fingers, his broad big palms, with 120V voltages, run over each of my fingers, washing them slowly and carefully, as if they were afraid of hurting me.

When my fingers intertwined, my mind was almost shattered.

I almost fell into his embrace as he looked after me like a baby. He stared at his sleeves and whispered, ”I'll do it myself.”

Yin Yijie paused for a second, then laughed out loud and said apologetically, ”Sorry, I wet your sleeves …”

”I, will do it myself.” At this moment, I really didn't know if I should pinch myself or what to do. He could only repeat this sentence, wanting to break away from his grasp.

Yin Yijie looked up at the mirror and asked me, ”Ke'er, can't you still treat me as your family?”

Ah, what do you mean? My brain has stopped working. I can't remember.

”I said that from now on, I will take good care of you. Just like a family. ” Yin Yijie's eyes revealed a determined look. In a split-second, they were shining with dazzling light.

Behind the lotus leaves, there was a tissue. Yin Yijie helped me wipe it clean and held it tightly …

It turned out that listening to sweet talk could damage one's intelligence.

Or perhaps, repeating a lie a thousand times was also the truth!

I was speechless.

Next to the washstand was a small lotus leaf tray with a comb and hairpin and so on.

Yin Yijie put down my messy hair and picked up a comb...

”I'll do it myself.” My words were getting softer and softer, almost like the sound of a mosquito.

Lifting my hand, I was about to snatch the comb when suddenly, my fingers touched it. It was soft and very elastic...

Glancing in the mirror, I actually touched his lips with my fingers.

I was sweating profusely, as if I'd been hit by a 1200V high voltage electric shock.

Biting his lips and turning his head to the left, his heart skipped three beats per second.

I hunched my shoulders, like a turtle in a lotus pond, trying in the most primitive way to protect myself from those rosy lips

Yin Yijie's hand paused for a second and laughed again. He shook his head and continued to comb my hair carefully.

My hair is very long. Although it is very clean and smooth and beautiful now, after a day of sleep in the car, it is indeed a little messy.

Yin Yijie grabbed it and carefully combed it …

The tips of my fingers occasionally touched my scalp, like the keys to a piano, with a special charm.

From beginning to end, he hadn't been injured even once.

After an unknown period of time, Yin Yijie breathed heavily and looked at his masterpiece.

I couldn't help but look in the mirror. A pair of butterfly hairpins, a pink head flower, trapped my hair, but released all my charm and loveliness.

”What, are you admiring yourself?” Or are you admiring my craftsmanship? ” Yin Yijie put his arms around my shoulders and smiled as he helped me up.

In the mirror, our faces were very close.

The height ratio could be said to be … Harmonious!

I knew that I was only two centimeters away from him, and that some of the folds of my clothes were already touching each other.

As long as I passed these two centimeters, I could comfortably fall into his arms, my head resting on his shoulder. This was the golden ratio of lovers.

Shrinking my neck, I don't dare, I can't think like this, he...

Yin Yijie looked at me, then pushed open the door with one hand and wrapped his arm around me as he walked out.

He hadn't noticed it earlier, but how could the quiet Lotus Seat cause such a commotion?

What happened?

Yin Yijie lowered his head as a sharp look flashed across his eyes. He looked at me gently and comforted, ”I am here.”

With you, maybe, that's what I should be afraid of. Everything just now was like a beautiful dream. He was instantly woken up. How could I not be afraid?

Just at this moment of hesitation, a crisp female voice came from the door. It was clear how angry she was, ”Don't forget that this place is half as good as mine. Why can't I come in? I just want to see what he did with all that commotion. ”

”Miss Fan, Director Yin has instructed me not to disturb you.” ”If Miss Fan wants to see it, we'll come back later. We'll apologize to Miss Fan and ask her for help another day. Miss Fan …” The manager's voice was loud, as if she did it on purpose.