After three busy days and the joint efforts of the entire village, we finally shipped out all the tens of thousands of orders.
During this period, the national grain depot came to purchase grain, and the village became lively again.
The granary has standards for collecting grain, and villagers just need to sell the grain according to the set price. Su Ling sold two-thirds of his own millet, and husked the rest into refined rice, which he kept for later consumption.
The filming of the commercial went very smoothly at the tea mountain. On the first day, after coming down from the mountain, Director Dou shook Su Ling's hand and said passionately, "Mr. Su, your sister will definitely become a big star in the future."
Lidya Su said proudly: "Of course, our Xiaoqi is the best."
Director Dou pushed up his glasses and said shrewdly, "A friend of mine is going to film a fantasy drama next month, but the second male lead actor hasn't been decided yet. I'd like to recommend someone for Miss Su to see if there's a chance."
Su Ling asked: "Will playing too many cross-dressing roles affect Xiao Qi's future development?"
Director Dou said, "Lin Qingxia is a recognized beauty. Her cross-dressing skills are even more stunning. She has portrayed many classic roles and is a household name. The entertainment industry is full of beautiful actresses these days, and if you don't have unique characteristics, you'll quickly be forgotten. Miss Su has unique qualities and will be able to achieve unexpected success. She will definitely become an instant hit."
Su Ling was moved by what he said, but it was useless for him to agree, as everything depended on Xiao Qi's own opinion.
After listening to Director Dou's words, Su Qi agreed without hesitation.
"Whether it succeeds or not, I want to give it a try," she said firmly.
Director Dou praised: "Young man, your courage is commendable!"
So, the matter was happily settled.
Coincidentally, Lin Feng acted as a matchmaker and recommended Su Qi to Meng Senze. Meng Senze gave Su Qi the information of five gold medal agents without saying a word and let Su Qi choose whichever one she chose to sign.
Su Qi was flattered. As a freshman at the Film and Television Academy, not only did he get to film a commercial and audition for the second male lead, he would also sign a contract with Ruihuang Entertainment and have a gold medal agent. Everything seemed like a dream, too unreal.
The commercial was shot for a total of five days. After it was finished, Ruan Wenya watched the sample film and happily paid Su Qi the salary.
After earning the first money in her life, Su Qi was as happy as a child. She gave ten red envelopes to her brother and two red envelopes to her roommate Ji Fang.
Ji Fang was shocked when she suddenly received a red envelope of 400 yuan.
[Xiao Qiqi, have you finished filming the commercial? ]
[Yes, I've received my salary. I'll treat you to a nice meal when I return to the academy.]
[Wow! That's awesome! Xiao Qiqi, are you still missing something for your thigh? How about considering me?]
[You're too fat. I'm afraid you'll fall off. (*＾-＾*)]
[Ugh, that's too much! You're no longer my cute little Qiqi! I'm angry~ (＃￣～￣＃)]
Su Qi only took a week off. After filming the commercial, she rushed back to school without stopping. Su Ling drove her to the airport. Standing in the ticket hall, she hugged her brother nostalgically.
"Thank you, brother." Buried in her brother's arms, she choked with sobs.
"Little fool, why are you being so polite to me?" Su Ling patted her on the back. "Whether I have severed ties with the Su family or not, you will always be my sister."
Su Qi's nose felt sore, and she held back her tears as she rubbed her face against her brother's chest. She came out of his arms and said firmly, "I will do my best!"
Su Ling looked at the confident smile on his sister's face and felt a deep emotion. The little sister who used to be like a follower had truly grown up.
"After returning to S City, Senior Meng will have his agent contact you. Your brother Lin and I have reviewed the contract, so just sign it with peace of mind." He instructed.
"Yeah." Su Qi nodded, said goodbye to her brother again, and reluctantly dragged her suitcase into the airport security checkpoint.
Su Ling stood there and watched until no one showed up, then he turned and left.
I drove from H City to Liuxian Town and went to the dry cleaning shop.
Many of his and Lin Feng’s clothes cannot be washed in the washing machine and can only be taken to the dry cleaner. A few days ago, they sent a few shirts and a suit over and they should be washed today.
As soon as we entered the dry cleaning shop, the clerk immediately greeted us warmly.
"Mr. Su, you're here? Please come in. The clothes have been washed. Please sit for a while and I will get them out for you right away."
"Okay." Su Ling nodded at her and habitually found a chair to sit and wait.
He took out his phone and opened WeChat, when suddenly a sharp voice rang out, startling him.
"This suit of mine is from the Jackya brand, and it cost over 50,000 yuan. How can I wear it after washing it like this? Pay for it! You must pay!"
Su Ling frowned and looked up at the counter, only to see a well-dressed lady pointing at the clerk in a harsh tone.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, the cuffs of this suit were a little worn when I brought it to you. I confirmed this with you at the time, and you said it was okay and to wash it as usual." The clerk explained kindly.
"Nonsense! I had no idea! Don't make excuses for your mistake!" The lady slammed the counter. "Jacob is an international brand. I bought it less than a month ago, how could the sleeves be worn out? Am I trying to blackmail you?"
"I'm sorry, that's not what I meant." The clerk was a girl in her early twenties, and she was almost crying after being scolded by the lady.
"If not this, then what else could it be? I sent you guys dry cleaning a perfectly good set of clothes, and they ended up like this. How can I not be angry? No one's money comes from the wind. Is it wrong for me to be rich? What gives you the right to bully me?" The lady poked the clerk's nose with her manicured finger. "Call your manager out. If you don't compensate me today, we'll meet at the police station!"
At this point, another customer in the store couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Don't we have surveillance cameras in the store? Why not just check them out?"
The lady's expression changed slightly, and she glared at the customer and said, "Just watch the surveillance, who's afraid of who?"
However, the clerk said awkwardly, "The surveillance camera broke a few days ago...it was only fixed yesterday..."
The lady sneered and said sarcastically, "What a coincidence! You wanted to check the surveillance camera, but it was broken? You must be guilty of something fishy, right? Who would trust their high-end clothes to be dry-cleaned in your store in the future?"
The clerk was speechless and received several questioning looks, which made him panic.
The store manager's family member is sick in the hospital and has not returned yet. Another clerk has taken leave, so now she is the only one looking after the store. Faced with the rich lady's difficulties, she is isolated, helpless and at a loss as to what to do.
If today's matter is not handled properly, the dry cleaning shop's reputation will be ruined, bad reviews will spread, and who will come to the shop to wash clothes in the future?
"Please wait a moment. I'll call the store manager right now." The clerk dialed the number with trembling hands, and the more anxious he was, the more he pressed the wrong buttons.
"Can you hurry up? I don't have that much time to waste with you." The lady tapped the counter with her fingers impatiently.
The other customers were whispering among themselves, and the clerk turned pale when he heard the unpleasant words.
Su Ling stood up silently, walked to the counter with elegant steps, and asked gently: "Hello, can you bring my clothes first?"
The clerk held the phone in his hand, stunned for a moment.
The lady was dissatisfied and was about to open her mouth to scold, but when she saw Su Ling's handsome face, she restrained her anger and said with a forced smile: "Sir, everything should be done first and last. My business is not settled yet, please wait a moment."
Su Ling said in a good-tempered manner: "It won't take more than a few minutes to get the clothes. Everyone's time is precious. Please forgive me."
He was handsome, had an extraordinary demeanor, and spoke elegantly, making him hard to dislike. The lady softened her tone and said, "Okay, hurry up."
The clerk bowed apologetically and hurriedly got clothes for Su Ling.
Soon, she took the clothes wrapped in plastic bags and gently placed them on the counter. "Mr. Su, please check, are these the ones?"
Su Ling flipped the sign and nodded, "That's right."
The clerk took a large paper bag, folded the clothes slightly, and put them neatly into the bag.
While Su Ling was waiting for her to pack her clothes, he inadvertently glanced at the "worn" suit on the counter and exclaimed "Huh" in surprise, causing the lady and the clerk to look at him in confusion.
The clerk thought he had made another mistake and asked timidly, "Mr. Su...is there something wrong?"
"No." Su Ling smiled. "Just now I heard this lady say that her suit is from the Jackya brand. I saw the label and thought the font on the brand name was a bit strange."
"What's so strange about that?" The lady frowned, and deliberately exposed the label on her suit collar. "Look carefully, it says Jack Ya!"
Su Ling touched his chin and said, "Jacka is a foreign brand, and the trademark is always marked in English. Yours is in Chinese characters, I have never seen it before."
The lady sneered, "More than 50,000 yuan a set, most people can't afford it, of course you haven't seen it before."
Su Ling smiled, not caring about her contempt for him, and asked the clerk to take his suit out of his bag. The clerk didn't suspect anything and laid the suit flat on the counter. Su Ling took out the label of the suit and showed it to the lady.
"This set of mine is also from Jacka. I asked a friend to customize it. It's not expensive, about 150,000 yuan, and the label is all in English." Su Ling slowly took out his mobile phone and pointed it at the barcode on the label. "Nowadays, clothes have anti-counterfeiting and traceability systems. You can scan the code with your mobile phone to find out detailed information such as manufacturer, anti-counterfeiting code, style number, material, price, etc. Look -"
He quickly scanned the code, and in an instant, an interface popped up on the phone screen, which marked various information about the suit. The brand was accurately written in English as "Jackya", specially customized, and the price was 156,000 yuan.
The lady opened her eyes wide in disbelief and stared at Su Ling's phone, especially when she saw the price tag, her eyes were so red that they almost bled.
Su Ling said enthusiastically: "Let me scan it for you."
Without waiting for the lady to answer, he quickly aligned it with the barcode on the label.
"Huh? Jelia? Um... the place of production is L City, and the price is 1,230 yuan?" Su Ling said to the lady with a serious expression, "Madam, this suit of yours is not from Jelia, but from Jelia. The fabric, lining, and pH value are not up to standard."
"Impossible! I spent a full 50,000 yuan, how could I buy a fake?" The lady used her mobile phone to scan the barcode, and the message that popped up was exactly the same as Su Ling's.
Su Ling asked the clerk to put his suit back into the bag and gently advised, "If you bought it from an authentic store, you can request a return with the barcode information. If they don't want to return it, you can report it to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau. It's a counterfeit product."
The lady grabbed the collar of her suit, her face flushed with anger. "I bought the clothes online..."
"You can also negotiate with the online store when shopping online." Su Ling reminded kindly, picked up his clothes bag, and left politely.
He had initially been reluctant to meddle, but seeing the lady's aggressiveness, he stepped forward to intervene. As for how he could tell the suit was counterfeit, it was naturally because he was familiar with the Jackya brand. How could a high-end suit, with a minimum price tag of no less than 80,000, possibly sell for 50,000?
This was just a small episode in his life, and he quickly put it behind him and drove back to Shixi Village.
When we got home, it was almost noon.
As soon as he entered the yard, King and Lion ran over happily. Su Ling squatted down and petted them, then went into the living room carrying the bag of clothes.
Not seeing Lin Feng in the living room, he turned and went into the study, only to see the man indeed bent over the desk, working intently.
Su Ling put down the bag, reached out and hugged the man's broad back from behind, and rested his chin on his shoulder affectionately.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
When Lin Feng heard the noise of cats and dogs outside the yard, he knew that he was back. He was not surprised to be hugged from behind by him.
"Yeah." His hands were typing quickly on the laptop keyboard.
Su Ling casually glanced at the contents on the screen and saw that the document title was "Liuxian River Corridor". He asked doubtfully, "Are you personally responsible for this project?"
"I don't feel safe leaving it to others." Lin Feng finished typing, clicked save, and closed the document.
"Who was originally responsible?" Such a large project, with hundreds of millions of dollars invested, ended up making the news because of the forced demolition, which almost ruined the century-old reputation of the Lin Group. It was such a rip-off.
"My eldest cousin is Lin Zhiyuan." Lin Feng did not hide anything and briefly mentioned his corruption.
After hearing this, Su Ling was furious. "This kind of person even dares to dig into his own family's walls. What else can he not do?"
Not only did he use his position to commit long-term corruption, he even used the embezzled money to invest overseas, secretly making trouble and working against his family. His intentions are sinister!
However, after thinking deeply, Su Ling completely understood his motives.
It is normal for a large family to flourish and have many descendants to fight openly and secretly among relatives for the position of heir.
For example, in the Su family, although Su Ling is one of the heirs, the one most likely to inherit the family business is his second cousin. He is a sensible man and withdrew from the power competition early. He chose fine arts in college, stayed away from the struggle, stayed out of it, and gave himself some peace and quiet.
Lin Feng is different from him. As the helmsman of the Lin Group, he is in the vortex of power and is threatened at any time. Lin Zhiyuan is obviously not a pushover and has been eyeing Lin Feng's position. Now that he has been found out of his misdeeds, he is temporarily out, but Su Ling feels that he will definitely make a comeback.
"Don't take it lightly." Su Ling hugged Lin Feng's neck and said heavily.
"I know." Lin Feng turned his head and kissed his cheek.
"Could he have planned your car accident in Country L?" Su Ling thought divergently.
"There's no evidence." Lin Feng ruffled his hair. "You don't have to worry about this."
Su Ling gritted his teeth and pinched his ear: "I'm still worried about you. What if..."
He bit his lip, not daring to say anything more, his eyes red.
After watching the video Lin Zhou sent him, he was terrified. What if Lin Feng didn't avoid the vital parts, the consequences would be disastrous. That night, he had a high fever and was out of control. He misunderstood Lin Feng and left the divorce agreement, which was simply adding insult to injury.
The more he thought about it, the sadder he became, and Su Ling couldn't help but feel his eyes moist.
Lin Feng quickly held him in his arms and kissed his forehead. "I'm fine, baby, don't be sad."
Su Ling sniffed and patted his hard chest. "There won't be a next time! Remember that!"
"Okay." Lin Feng softened his facial lines and responded in a low voice.
After a while, Su Ling calmed down, and came out of the man's arms with a little embarrassment, and changed the subject: "What do you want to eat for lunch?"
"Either is fine." Lin Feng said.
"How about I let you eat my lower body?" Su Ling suggested.
Lin Feng's gaze moved down from his face, revealing an aggression that could not be ignored. Su Ling did not think much about it at first, until his gaze stopped at a certain place, his face turned red, and he rushed over to hit him.
"You filthy bastard!" He opened his mouth and bit the man's neck.
Lin Feng chuckled, extremely happy to see him throwing himself into his arms.
The man's muscles were too hard. Biting them didn't hurt at all, but instead made his teeth ache. Su Ling struggled out of his arms, straightened his clothes, and asked seriously, "Pork rib noodles or seafood noodles?"
"Pork rib noodles." Lin Feng touched his neck which was slightly sore from being bitten.
Su Ling raised his chin, tilted his head and walked out of the study proudly.
Home-raised pork in the countryside tastes better than pork raised in slaughterhouses. Cut some fat and put it into the pot. The oil that is boiled out is especially fragrant when used to stir-fry dishes.
Su Ling first made braised pork ribs, then cooked noodles. He picked spinach and green onions from the vegetable garden in the backyard, washed and chopped them, put the spinach into the soup pot, and cooked it with the noodles. He then poured the soup into a bowl, added a spoonful of pork ribs, and sprinkled some chopped green onions on it. The pork rib noodles were ready.
Lin Feng was very considerate and ate two bowls of food, then took the initiative to wash the dishes after the meal.
Looking at the man wearing an apron and busy in front of the sink, Su Ling's mouth curled up unconsciously.
He likes his current life very much. It is warm and comfortable, and there is no sense of oppression like he felt in S City.
However, he knew in his heart that such a leisurely life could not be maintained forever. After all, Lin Feng's work focus was in S City, and he could not stay in the countryside forever and live apart from him.
The day after tomorrow he and Lin Feng have to go back to S City, not only to attend their teacher's painting exhibition, but also to celebrate the birthday of the old man of the Lin family. After that, he wants to go back to the village and live for a while.
In the afternoon, Su Ling prepared to do a live broadcast.
Sales of the rice fish are gradually gaining momentum, with village officials more than able to handle the business. He's enjoying some free time, nestling back home. However, during his last livestream selling fish, he mentioned giving gifts to his followers, and he couldn't go back on his word.
She changed into the ancient-style robe made by her second grandfather, and used an ancient hairpin to tie up her hair. Her curly bangs hung on both sides, revealing her full and smooth forehead. Her eyebrows flew into her temples, giving her a bit of immortal charm.
He did not tell netizens in advance about his habit of live streaming, and this time was no exception. When he appeared in the live broadcast room, there were only one or two hundred viewers online.
These people are all his loyal fans. They spontaneously maintain his homepage, control and suppress comments, and resolutely prevent the haters from coming out. Suddenly, a picture appeared in the live broadcast room, and seeing a different Su Ling, one or two hundred people spontaneously typed many question marks in the barrage.
【？ ？ ？ ？ ？】
【??? Did I enter the wrong live broadcast room?】
[Ah? Who is this immortal? (⊙⊙)]
[Could it be... a little brother? ~(￣0￣)/]
[It really is a little brother! Oh my god! The little brother's style is different today! No straw hat, no vegetables, no fish, no fields!!!]
[In my lifetime, I actually saw a young man wearing Hanfu! A flowing white robe, a ramen-like hairstyle like Gu Xichao, sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, and an outstanding demeanor—Ah, Ah Wei is dead! (*/ω＼*)]
Where is my little brother? The furnishings in the room are antique and there are paintings and calligraphy on the walls!
[I remember now! This little guy is a traditional Chinese painter! w(Д)w]
[Oh right, hahahaha, has the little brother finally realized his own responsibility? ]
The number of online viewers increased steadily. Su Ling knelt calmly in front of the table and laid out the painting materials one by one.
"Hello everyone, I'm Ling Yun. I'm very happy to have another live broadcast today. To thank everyone for their support, I want to make some gifts today to give back to everyone. However, the quantity is limited, and I can only randomly draw one hundred friends who have purchased agricultural products." Su Ling said politely to the Little Bee camera.
[Wow! I'm so excited! What's the gift? I'm rubbing my hands together~]
【Woo woo woo, I’m not an Afrikaner, I definitely won’t win! ㄟ( ▔， ▔ )ㄏ】
【It’s time to show off my luck~<(￣︶￣)>】
[What if? What if I win?]
Su Ling ignored the comments in the mobile live broadcast room, sat upright, slowly closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and calmed his mind. When he opened his eyes again, his demeanor changed and he entered a state of selflessness.
He picked up a pair of scissors and cut the cardboard into uniform bookmark sizes. He cut a hundred of them, then used a hole punch to punch holes in the tops of the bookmarks, setting them neatly aside. Then, he took a sheet of raw rice paper and spread it on the desk. His slender, white fingers gently smoothed the paper, then he picked up a fine brush from the brush holder, dipped it in the paint from the dish, and confidently began to paint on the paper.
More and more netizens came to the live broadcast room, and many people rushed there. In less than half an hour, the number of people online exceeded one million, and it was still increasing.
Today, Su Ling is well-known on the S·K video network. As soon as he starts a live broadcast, the official will actively recommend him to the homepage. The homepage has a large amount of traffic, and the popularity is rising steadily, and he soon becomes a hit.
[This little brother is indeed a master of traditional Chinese painting! His brush strokes are as smooth as flowing water!]
The little brother in the painting has changed his aura. I'm completely mesmerized! ヾ(≧O≦)〃Ah~]
How can someone be so good-looking? Woohoo! I'm almost drunk!
[The painting is really good, it is a complete enjoyment of beauty. ]
[What is the level of this little brother's painting skills? ]
[Level? Incredibly high! From a beginner's perspective, this guy's skill level is on par with my mentor's! Oh, and my mentor is in his fifties.]
Is this true? This guy is only in his early twenties, but he can actually hold his own with a professor in his fifties?
[How could the level of Master Zhang Qianyi's last disciple not be high? ]
A colorful comment suddenly popped up on the barrage, instantly attracting the attention of netizens.
Master Zhang Qianyi? Ahhhh! He's currently the number one master of traditional Chinese painting in our country! Σ(° △°|||)︴
[This little brother is actually Master Zhang Qianyi's last disciple? No, I'm about to faint. This news is too explosive!]
[My family has a painting of a galloping horse by Master Zhang Qianyi. My grandfather won't let us touch it. The starting price is 5 million. It will be a family heirloom!]
[He's making bookmarks, right? So...how much is one bookmark worth?]
[Other people's paintings might be worth a few cents, but Zhang Qianyi's closed disciple's paintings might be worth hundreds or even thousands?]
[I'm already envious of those who got bookmarks. Bite your hand to donate—]
Su Ling was completely immersed in the painting process and was not affected by the comments in the live broadcast room at all. Once he entered the state, he would forget himself completely, and one exquisite painting after another came to life on the paper. After two or three hours, he finally completed a hundred bookmark-sized paintings.
Putting down his brush, he twirled his aching wrist, waited for the paint to dry, and then used scissors to cut out each painting. Each painting was done with just a few strokes, yet it was vivid and full of artistic conception.
After cutting out everything, Su Ling opened a bottle filled with prepared paste, specifically for mounting calligraphy and paintings. He expertly brushed the paste onto the cardboard and carefully covered the cut rice paper painting with it, gently brushing it from top to bottom until the rice paper adhered smoothly to the cardboard without a single wrinkle.
After pasting the painting, cut off the excess edges and corners, and place it flat on a corner of the table to dry.
This process was repeated until a hundred bookmarks were made. The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the live broadcast had lasted for four or five hours.
After Lin Feng finished his work in the study, he came to the studio in the waterside pavilion, stood by the screen, and watched Su Ling concentrating on weaving the braided rope for the bookmark.
After staring quietly for ten minutes, he turned on the light and the studio was instantly bright.
Su Ling paused, squinted his eyes, and was a little uncomfortable with the light.
Lin Feng walked over, knelt down beside him, and said softly, "If you can't finish it today, continue tomorrow."
After Su Ling finished braiding the last piece of braided rope, he let out a long sigh: "You came at the right time, help me. Just string these braided ropes on the bookmark and it will be done."
Lin Feng, who was conscripted: ...
【Hahahaha——The jealous king is here! 】
[Hey, the two of them sitting together, what a perfect match!]
[They are the most eye-catching couple I have ever seen in my life, and they are a real couple. Sigh, just thinking about it makes me excited. (*＾-＾*)]
[Hey, a question suddenly occurred to me. Who is the top and who is the bottom between them?]
[Stop, stop! Don't discuss this in a weird direction!]
[Thank you for your hard work, little brother! I wonder if making an ancient-style bookmark is so time-consuming and laborious?]
[Isn't it? A hundred of them! Luckily, the little brother has great painting skills, so he can paint without smudging!]
[I hope the God of Luck will come to me and let me draw a bookmark! ]
Is it too late to order Rice Fish now?
[Hey, the one in front, you reminded me that only people who have purchased agricultural products can participate in the lottery. Ah, I haven't bought any yet!]
While netizens were placing orders, Su Ling and Lin Feng worked together and finally completed the production of 100 bookmarks.
"Tired!" Su Ling stretched his stiff limbs and twisted his neck. After a while, he felt a little better. He said, "The bookmark is ready. I'll post a message on Weibo. Everyone can follow and forward it to participate in the lucky draw. The prize will be drawn in three days. The winners can claim their prizes by sending me a screenshot of their order!"
The barrage of comments floated like snowflakes, almost covering the entire live broadcast room, and there were various Q-version dinosaurs dancing.
Su Ling showed a perfect smile and waved towards the camera: "Well, today's live broadcast ends here, bye!"
No matter how netizens tried to keep it going, the live broadcast signal was ruthlessly cut off.
Su Ling relaxed, leaned his body into Lin Feng's arms, and pouted coquettishly: "My legs are numb."
I knelt for the entire afternoon, and my posture hardly changed. It would be strange if I didn't feel numb.
"Let me massage you." Lin Feng asked him to sit sideways, slowly straightened his legs, and massaged from top to bottom.
"Hiss, so numb, so numb." Su Ling moaned softly.
"Don't kneel for so long next time." Lin Feng said seriously.
"Got it." Su Ling responded obediently.
After massaging for more than ten minutes, the blood circulation improved and the numbness in my legs disappeared.
"Half past five? I have to make dinner." Su Ling looked at the time on his phone and said in surprise.
"Keep dinner simple." Lin Feng said.
"Porridge?" Su Ling asked.
"Okay." Lin Feng helped him up.
Su Ling kicked his legs, stretched, and walked out. "Let's cook some millet porridge. There are dumplings I made yesterday in the refrigerator, so it's a good time to cook them."
At 6:40 in the evening, after the couple finished their meal, they played with their two pets in the yard for more than half an hour. They were sweating all over and went upstairs to take a shower.
In the bathroom, Su Ling stood under the shower, letting the warm water soak his body. Lin Feng stood nearby, slowly taking off his clothes, his gaze burning as he watched the water droplets slide down the young man's perfect curves.
Su Ling was completely unaware. He applied some shampoo on his hair and rubbed it. His head was covered with foam. He stood under the shower to rinse it, but the foam accidentally got into the water, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
"Lin Feng, come and help me--" He closed his eyes and felt dizzy.
Lin Feng took a few steps over, supported his shaking body, raised his hand to take down the shower head, pointed it at his head, and rinsed all the foam off. After rinsing, he put the shower head back, took the towel hanging on the wall, and wiped his eyes.
Su Ling wiped his face, blinked his eyes, and felt better.
"That was close!" He breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at Lin Feng's eyes that were about to spit fire, and was stunned.
"Lin... um..."
The domineering lips fell down, and he felt a chill on his back. He was kissed by the man...
The author has something to say: Today is a big chapter ~ It’s not easy, the plan can’t keep up with the changes, and I can’t finish coding the following important plot today, so I decided to code it tomorrow.
My wrist hurts from typing so much today, I can’t type anymore.
Please keep an eye on my Weibo~
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