Chapter 113 Is it good-looking?

  I don't know if it was because of Mu Jingqi's cruelty, or because he was afraid of the existence of zombies, Cao Dongyi and the others did not come out all day in the other room.

   When night fell, Mu Jing was sitting on the floor wearing Little Sweetheart's T-shirt, holding a few dice in his hand, "Little Angel."

   The person who was sitting on the stool reading a book raised his head with questions in his eyes.

   "Go get the medicine chest."

  Yin Ze blinked, put down the book, and went to get the medicine box, "Are you injured?"

   "Well, I suddenly remembered that I bumped into it outside during the day."

   Mujing took off his wide T-shirt and pointed to his shoulder, "Knead me with medicinal oil."

Yin Ze, who had already closed her eyes when she was picking up her clothes, carefully opened one eye and found that she was wearing a vest under the T-shirt. He took out the medicated oil and poured it into the palm of his hand to warm it, "How did it hurt?"

   She is so powerful that she will be injured?

   "I hesitated when killing a small zombie."

  Yin Ze's technique is very professional, and the strength varies from light to heavy, making her injured and bruised skin gradually warm, "Little zombie?"

   "Yeah, maybe four or five years old."

   Mujing looked out of the balcony, "I met several times when I was working part-time. She saw that I was very hungry and gave me a strawberry-flavored lollipop."

   Hearing this, Yin Ze paused for a moment, then continued to rub, "Have you killed it?"

"killed."

   The extremely indifferent words are a bit scary at night.

"All right."

  Yin Ze put away the medicated oil, put the medicine box back in place, went to the kitchen to clean his hands, and saw Mu Jing lying on the sofa without any image, with half of his legs still hanging outside the sofa.

   "Leather sofa, isn't it hot?"

   He looked hot.

   "It's okay." She turned over and looked at Yin Ze with her hands behind her head, "Your massage technique is very professional, and you were often injured before?"

  Yin Ze paused, walked over naturally and sat in the seat he was sitting in before, picked up the book that he had only read a few pages in, and said, "It's okay."

   "There is a story."

   Mu Jing yawned and asked, "I'm suddenly curious."

"what?"

   "Do you handle knife and gunshot wounds?"

  Yin Ze looked at her, and after a while, he smiled and said, "If you need it."

   Mu Jing hooked his fingers at him, Yin Ze walked over with the book, almost in an instant, he was grabbed by Mu Jing's wrist and pulled down.

   He put his hands on the back of the sofa, trying his best to stabilize his body, which almost fell down because of the strong pulling, and said, "...What are you doing?"

   "It's nothing, I just suddenly wanted to see you up close."

   Mu Jing stretched out his hand and poked his face. After making a nest, he smiled and said, "What is hiding under such a harmless appearance..."

   The words that sounded like murmurs made Yin Ze's eyes darken, but he didn't answer.

   She poked his heart, and then the person who suddenly felt bored let go of him, "I'll wait for you to tell me."

   There was a momentary numbness where the fingertips touched, as if an electric current pierced his heart with the force of her fingertips, causing his breathing to clutter.

   He quickly stood up straight, his face flushed uncontrollably, squeezed the thing in his hand, and said, "Can you please stop making trouble with me..."

"Can."

   Mu Jing looked at him as if he was relieved, and said, "It's impossible."

   There are two more chapters later...

  I have something to delay today..

   (end of this chapter)