First, massage along the acupoints from the ankle to the bottom of the knee, then slide down the muscles and return to the ankle.

After pressing two or three times, soak it with a hot towel, fold it into a long square, and apply it on Shen Lingshu's knee.

He was so concentrated that he didn't notice that Shen Lingshu's eyes staring at his scalp were getting darker and darker.

"Where did you learn massage?" Shen Lingshu suddenly asked, a faint hoarseness suppressed in his voice.

Chapter 80

After Rong finished his actions, he said, "Self-taught, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Shen Lingshu sneered and said nothing.

He kept staring at Rong Wan, as if he wanted to see a hole in Rong Wan's face, his eyes were sharp, making Rong Wan's scalp tingle. Rong Wan couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Shen, what are you looking at?"

Shen Lingshu frowned and narrowed his eyes.

After Rong Wan massaged him, cleaned up the hot water basin, and said, "Mr. Shen, I'll go back to the room to take a bath first, and you can call me again if you need it."

Shen Lingshu leaned on the back of the bed and glanced at him expressionlessly: "Go out."

Rong Wanben wanted to tuck him in the quilt, but at this time Shu Tianyan's body was really inconvenient to use. He had only known him for a few days, so there was no reason to care so much about him, so he hesitated and had to go out. After he went out, he glanced at the room at the entrance of the stairs that no one was allowed to enter. The more the assistant refused to let him go, the more curious he became.

Rong Wan asked the system, "What's in it?"

The system said: "Some of your old things."

Rong Wan fell silent for a while. In fact, even if the system didn't say it, he could guess. When he and Xiao Shen Lingshu lived together for two years, Xiao Shen Lingshu's room was the one near the stairs, and it was the same room where he slept with Xiao Shen Lingshu. After he was replaced by Lao Jiang, there were still some things that he didn't have time to clean up. The pajamas he had worn, the books he had read, and the pots and pans he had used were all left behind.

It was a moment for him, but for Shen Lingshu now, it was already twelve years ago.

When he was massaging just now, he was asked by Shen Lingshu about the massage technique, so he tried to explain something, but he found that he couldn't speak. I don't know if it's because of the rules, he couldn't clearly express that he was Jiang Xiao, and he couldn't say anything about it.

Rong Wan had been informed of this by the system long ago, so there was no turbulence in his heart.

In any case, just stay by Shen Lingshu's side and protect him. After coming to Japan for a long time, whether his identity is known to him is not important to Rong Wan.

It was sultry and hot this afternoon, and it looked like it was going to rain. By the evening, it had already rained a little, but it started to rain heavily. Torrential rain, but also accompanied by lightning. In the dark night, the thunder and lightning flashed across, illuminating the mountains and woods in the distance, and the branches looked particularly hideous.

Rongwan's room is next to Shen Lingshu's room, but the sound insulation effect is very good, and you can't hear anything from Shen Lingshu's side.

He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window for a while, and drew the curtains, a little worried.

After a while, he couldn't help going downstairs to the kitchen, made a cup of tea, brought it to the door of Shen Lingshu's room, and made an excuse: "Mr. Shen, I made some tea, do you want to drink some before going to bed?"

There are no red dates and honey that can nourish the stomach in the kitchen, only monotonous coffee and tea leaves, so he can only make a little black tea.

"Come in." Shen Lingshu's voice was always cold and unwavering, but he couldn't hear anything wrong.

Rong Wan pushed the door open and went in. Shen Lingshu was sitting on the bed, holding a book in his hand while reading, with handsome eyebrows, like a sculpture, when he heard the movement, he raised his eyelids and glanced at him lightly.

Rong Wan almost thought that he was no longer afraid of thunder, but when he walked over and put the teapot by the head of the bed, he noticed that his waistline was tight - not only his waistline, his neck, his whole body was tight.

The curtains in his room were also drawn so tightly that it was almost airtight.

A thunder pierced the sky and thunder came, but he seemed very calm, completely different from the shivering child twelve years ago, but his slightly pale face still revealed his bad mood at this time.

Rong Wan couldn't help but smile, poured a cup of tea and handed it to him: "Here."

"What are you laughing at?" Shen Lingshu caught a glimpse of his smile and stared at him unhappily, full of warnings, "Are you happy to find an excuse to walk into my room?"

"..." Rong Wan put away his smile speechlessly. Be careful of your liver, narcissism is a disease.

Shen Lingshu took a sip of tea, and seemed to reject the taste of black tea. He frowned and put the teacup back on the bedside table, but seeing that Rong Wan was still standing beside the bed and didn't leave his head, he asked coldly, "Is it still there?" Is something wrong?"

I have to say that there are more people in the room, bringing a bit of a living breath, diverting his attention, and making his mood not so bad.

"I want to stay." Rong Wan's face showed a look of helplessness, and he hesitated: "I, I am very afraid of thunder."

Shen Lingshu was startled and stared at him suspiciously.

Rong Wan hurriedly said: "I'm really scared, I've been scared since I was a kid, I can't stop shivering when I hear thunder and see lightning, and I can't stop shivering when I'm taking a shower. Anyone around me grabs the corners of their clothes, so I'm scared to call my brother, I'm so scared. Fuck shit-"

The more he spoke, the more humiliating memories of Shen Lingshu were evoked. Shen Lingshu interrupted him: "I allow you to lay the floor in my room."

Rong Wan: "..." Are you sure you want to be so impersonal, that you don't even go down the stairs?

"Otherwise." Shen Lingshu stared at him gloomily: "You just wanted to climb the bed on purpose."

Rong Wan: "...I choose to lay the floor."

Rong Wan returned to his room sullenly, carried all the quilts and sheets to Shen Lingshu's room, and laid them beside his bed in front of him. Fortunately, it was a hot September, even if it rained heavily, it wouldn't be cold. Shen Lingshu's room was big enough for two or three beds. While he was making the bed, Shen Lingshu put down the book and kept staring at him, his dark eyes filled with incomprehensible meaning.