Hidden Assassin: Volume 4, Youth at the Time, Section 156 Happy Birthday

When the door entered, Kaoru curled up in Jiaming's arms, his whole body was actually already up and down, his eyes were slightly closed, and the eyelashes with drops of water trembled gently, like a sleeping child.

Kicked off the shoes at the entrance, Jia Ming stepped on the floor, hugged her and walked straight to the bathroom, and then let Kaoru sit on the toilet.

"You can still move, I will help you fill in the water and take a hot bath yourself."

"Um..."

Take off the raincoat and throw it aside. Jia Ming turned on the faucet on the bathtub and adjusted the water temperature: "Although you are in good physical condition, you will not catch a cold, but it is better to wash it a little hotter. You can do it yourself. , I’m going out first.” Turning around and about to go out, looking at the man who was bent over and took off his shoes, Jia Ming stopped again. There was obviously a bruise on the back of Jian Kaoru’s left instep. After running for 40,000 meters , Has become visibly red and swollen, and the oozing blood has formed a blood scab, sticking to the short stockings.

"A bruise at noon?"

"Hmm." Lifting his head, he nodded slightly.

"I'll get the medicine box down." Looking at the injury, Jia Ming turned and headed upstairs. After a while, he brought the medicine box down, and when he opened the door, Kaoru dropped his **** from his legs. Seeing Jiaming coming in, she put her hands on her side, and the sixteen-year-old girl's body was unobstructed before Jiaming's eyes.

The next moment, Jia Mingshun picked up the big white towel and put it on her body, covering up the three hidden points of the girl.

"In front of any man, such actions should not be done casually."

Squatting in front of Kaoru, Jiaming slightly lifted her injured leg and said lightly.

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"Heh, if the opponent is me, it will be more effective to wear clothes. Although this state will make 90% of men jump on it desperately, but relatively speaking, always remain reserved and shy A woman who is more able to inspire a man’s desire to conquer is more convenient for you to control."

Listening to what Jia Ming said, Kaoru seemed to want to say something, but finally just nodded and said softly, "Yes." Holding her calf bent, Jia Ming has already begun to remove the stockings. Under the light, the white legs and pink jade feet are particularly attractive. Kaoru’s feet are very small, reminiscent of ancient ladies who bound their feet. Even Jia Ming could not help but think of it. If it were in ancient times, The woman's place is even more hidden and shameful than the **** and private parts. Even if many women give their bodies to their husbands, they still rarely touch her feet.

On the other side, Kaoru just watched Jiaming's movements quietly. If ordinary people saw something that would cause their own pain, they might subconsciously turn their eyes away. But she just looked at Jiaming's hand intently. When the blood scab was slowly torn apart, there was no emotional fluctuation on her face. You can only know from the bloodline of the bend of the leg that she also felt the pain. Then, His gaze followed that hand, watching him gently scrub, disinfect, apply medicine, and bandage himself, as if he wanted to engrave all of this in his mind.

Despite wearing a bath towel, sometimes when Kaoru lifts her legs a little higher, she can still see the scene between her legs. At this time, Jia Ming always frowns and lowers her leg a little.

"Okay, be careful not to touch the water with this foot. I will help you take the clothes off and put them at the door. I'll go first."

Picking up the raincoat on one side, Jia Ming turned around and went out while talking. Kaoru's eyes trembled slightly, watching the figure turn out, followed by the sound of closing the door.

Just sitting there for a while, she stood up with a dazed gaze, threw away the towel, went into the bathtub, hot water wrapped her skin, and Jia Ming’s voice came from outside the door again: "Put clothes on. Here." Soon after, the sound of door opening and closing came again. She stared at the bathroom wall in a daze, and then her mouth, nose, eyes, and forehead slowly sank into the hot water...

The sound of the first breath after leaving the water was somewhat similar to choking, but the water droplets rolled down her face, still with a faint expression, and there was no sign of crying.

After soaking in the hot water for more than ten minutes, she walked out of the bathtub and wiped her body clean, then she pushed the door and went out. The light from the bathroom spread into the dark living room, and a pile of clothes was placed on the door. On the ground beside, she picked up the clothes, went upstairs like a ghost, pushed the door, went to bed, and silently hugged the panda on the bed.

I can't know how I feel in my heart, and I can't grasp the expectation in my heart. Showing the body in front of him stems from an incomprehensible impulse, perhaps because of the gratitude that arises in the heart when confronting the person just now, or perhaps because of the naughty pranks that have arisen because of the treatment they have received. As an opponent, that was indeed something she didn't even dare to think about. It's not that she doesn't know the concepts of **** and **** in her heart, but if it is him, it does seem to be a okay thing-she is not cheating and fighting.

After dealing with the things that should be dealt with, he will not stay here again. It was originally a cognition as it should be

Looking at him leaving so simply, she still felt a little bit of loss in her heart when he came over occasionally, and then left late at night after training, and there seemed to be something more profound than loss, she didn’t know it was What, I don’t know where it came from. Maybe Jia Ming’s bandage was too gentle, or fatigue and pain reduced his willpower.

The rain outside is still falling, there is no moonlight, she is **, holding the panda and sleeping there motionless. At some point, she suddenly raised her head, and the sound of opening the door rang downstairs, followed by footsteps, which was the familiar frequency Jia Ming had not disguised.

Jia Ming came in, but didn't speak, and didn't come to look for her. After a while, the sound of a gas stove firing seemed to be heard below, and the spatula rubbed slightly. She sat up from the bed and put on the dress that Jia Ming prepared for her. It seemed to be the most expensive evening dress prepared for her by Tian Yuzheng and others when she came to China, probably considering that she would also attend the banquet. Of course, Kaoru didn't feel in the mood to care about it. Pulling her long half-wet hair back in her ponytail, she rushed out of the room and when she came down to the corner of the stairs, she saw Jiaming busy in the kitchen.

"Gu..."

"Oh, come down. I found your refrigerator. There is nothing. You probably haven't eaten dinner yet, so I went to the cafeteria and packed some cold rice and vegetable leaves back, and scrambled an egg for you. Fried rice, keep it simple, don't mind." Looking back at Kaoru on the stairs, Jia Ming frowned slightly, "Is this the dress for the evening dress? At least you should go up and dry your hair and apply a little powder on your face, you I look awkward in this way."

"Uh...oh."

Nodding flusteredly, Kaoru hurriedly returned to the room and took out the electric wind to dry her hair. After pulling it up, she lightly dusted a layer of powder on her cheeks, walked to the door, but returned again, from the drawer. I took out the lipstick I had never used before and applied a light layer, a little bit of blush, to make her look less tired, and curled up her eyelashes... more than ten minutes later, she went downstairs and put it on the restaurant table. After a plate of hot egg fried rice, Jia Ming sat on the sofa in the living room and turned on the TV to watch international news.

Glancing lightly, Jia Ming nodded: "Oh, let's eat." Then he turned his gaze back to the TV screen.

He didn't praise her, there was a faint loss in my heart, and then I felt that his brain was broken. After such a long time, he only praised her once, how could he open his mouth because of these trivial things. However, without scolding her, it means that her makeup is pretty good.

Eating fried rice with eggs, sometimes raised his head and glanced at Jia Ming. At a certain moment, Jia Ming also looked over and frowned: "What's wrong? It's not delicious?"

"It's delicious..." Although the answer was gentle, he had already tried his best to open his mouth in action, gulping the food, seemingly satisfied with her reaction, Jia Ming nodded and continued to watch the news.

At a certain moment, when I raised my head and watched Jiaming watching TV, Kaoru suddenly remembered how many times he had been to Jiaming, which seemed to be the case. Jiaming and Lingjing were preparing breakfast while rustling was watching. TV or tidying up school bags, and occasionally of course there will be some situations where the spirit is washing the dishes and Jiaming is resting. That kind of warm feeling of getting what they deserve is never felt in Japan, but the scene in front of him~IndoMTL.com~ is so similar to that feeling. He is watching TV, he is eating, and he has to wash the dishes after eating...

"I'm finished." Standing up from the table, Kaoru wanted to wash the dishes, but Jiaming suddenly stopped her: "No need to wash, turn off the light first, then come over."

"Huh?" Not daring to disobey Jiaming's words, Kaoru went to the door and turned off the light, and walked to the coffee table. Jiaming also took out a round box from under the coffee table. It was a birthday cake. After opening, put candles on it.

"Tian Yuzheng called me today and said it was your sixteenth birthday. I hope I can help you celebrate it. It was not necessary at all, but because of Joseph’s affairs, I just have to come here anyway. Let’s celebrate for you. Forget it, time is rushed, and it’s not a very expensive cake... Honestly, I hate butter..." Light the match, and then the candles lit up in the dark.

"Wish first, then blow the candle. Huh?"

The flames flickered in the darkness. She stood there blankly, suddenly unable to move. In her eyes, Jia Ming waved out the match in her hand with the always indifferent expression.

"Happy birthday."