C53 (2/2)

I did the same thing as he did with his index finger. Indeed, practice makes perfect, and it is much faster than the previous one. I even think that the middle finger is better than the index finger.

By chance, I stopped to take a look. I really suspect that Yin Yijie must have taken a sleeping pill. Last night, when he went back to his bedroom, it was not even 3 o'clock. It was already almost 12 o'clock, and I went in and out a few more times. No matter what, he should have a reaction. He touched his forehead and tried to take a breath …

I gently pulled back the covers and took out his other hand. His fingers moved, and then he stopped. I shush. Then, carefully, I touch his chest, my heart pounding … I couldn't touch it for a long time. After thinking for a moment, I …

I remember that the news always said that some of the elites would die of exhaustion and return home to sleep, never waking up. I felt a little creepy. In his mind, he recalled the scene of his grandmother dying from the cold. I … I felt it necessary to verify the safety of my guardian. Since my hand can't feel it, I have another trick: Listen.

There was actually another way, and that was to pinch his nose, or stick a feather in it, and wake him up, and everything would be all right. However, I felt that if he was really very tired and needed to rest, then I shouldn't have woken him up. Thus, I decided to take the second best choice. I decided to use this method because …

Actually, I …

I wanted to get closer to him and listen to his heartbeat. I felt that I had gotten used to his steady and powerful heartbeat. ”BOOM!” Just listening to it makes me feel reliable. At this moment, even if I were to find comfort, I would be worried. I must hear it myself, and make sure he is all right, except to rest, and to sleep soundly and steadily.

Slowly closing my eyes and suppressing the blush on my face, I calmed my mind. As I approached Yin Yijie's chest, my heartbeat quickened.

It's really weird, Yin Yijie's breathing is very calm right now, but if I don't listen to his heartbeat, I won't be able to stop worrying.

I don't know why, since when did I start worrying about other people?!

Biting my lips, I look down on myself for my good chance and then put my face close to him … When he was sleeping, everything was fine except that his robe had loosened up and then … His nearly perfect, well-built chest was casually poking out to take advantage of the cool air.

The closer I got to his chest, the hotter I felt, as if I were approaching the mouth of a volcano.

However, I still tried my best to calm myself down. Finally, I found the location of his heart. ”Close your eyes and put your ear close to his chest.” Dong … Dong … ”BOOM!” Frequency, about 55 beats per minute, I heard very clearly.

His body was very strong, so his heartbeat was slow. It should be normal. I listened several times, almost the same, almost the same as usual. The feeling of closing your eyes was very similar to last night, or even healthier.

Last night …

I quickly looked up and quickly pulled the blanket over him to cover him.

Ye Zichen lowered his head and carefully hacked his nails.

I don't want him to misunderstand me and think I'm going to throw myself at him or something.

I was just worried about him, so tired that I slept for another ten hours without waking up … I'm just worried about my meal ticket, right?

I think so. I thought so until I'd finished reaming his fingernails. Then, I …

I hurried out of his bedroom, put on my coat and went to sit on the balcony because...

I can't say, because I might die later...

I don't know how precious Yin Yijie's fingers are, because everyone is a bit eccentric.

I don't know. If he really treasured his fingers, he might go crazy or go crazy. Because I'm not sure how important his nails and I are to him.

All I know is … Sweat!

Just a moment ago, I was blushing shyly as I thought of something. Thus, following my usual practice of cutting my nails, then … ”What is that …” The more he cultivated, the shorter the light became.

Sitting on the balcony sofa in my overcoat, I didn't even dare to eat snacks. It was as if praying through starvation was a pious act that could be effective.

But who should I ask? Amitabha? Nan Wujing was a Bodhisattva? Immeasurable Swordmaster? Hallelujah? God? What a god!

An incomparable headache! What should I do if I don't even know who to beg? What if my guardian goes into a rage?

Comfortable stood in the living room, curiously looking at me, a little odd in the eyes.

With the cold wind blowing, looking at the flowers blooming, the cold wind is refreshing, the flowers are swaying, everything is not as terrible as I had imagined.

I thought, at worst, I would get a spanking from my guardian, how could he possibly get fat and beat me up?

Tea flowers to me revealed a sweet smile, pink, so cute. Did it want to see our cool, pretty boy get spanked? Err … The playboy, so perverted that he could kill himself … From then on, I decided to despise the camellias.

Standing up, I decided to ignore the tea flowers and go find something to do in the house.

His stomach was really hungry, at this moment … One o'clock, noon, my God! He's been asleep for more than ten hours, and he still can't wake up?

He was speechless. I went to the kitchen and looked around, ready to make a good meal of pleas for mercy.

I seem to know now that the five-star hotel in the center of the city is owned by my guardian, so ever since I started cooking at home, the hotel has often cleaned up the dishes, chopped them up and even matched them with seasonings, sealed them and delivered them to me. I only need to open it, cook it and cook it.

He opened the fridge. There were still a lot of things inside that he had delivered yesterday.

Ignoring Comfortable's surprised gaze, I continued to busy myself. I found two dishes that Yin Yijie usually ate: broccoli and the old man's head. Then, I saw the red jujube and lamb's shin glutinous rice porridge, which Yin Yijie specifically ordered.

That's right, he should eat this now. He was exhausted, and it was very important for him to replenish his blood and nourish his energy. I'm going to boil hot porridge for him, and when he wakes up, he'll eat it, and he'll praise me for being considerate and considerate. Hehe. In that case, would I be able to atone for my sins?

However … By the time the food was in the pot, I no longer cared so much about the issue of meritorious service.