Yu Mian lowered her head and continued to paint. Whenever she was immersed in the painting, she would ignore everything around her. After finishing the last stroke, Yu Mian finally raised his head from the drawing board, looked at his work, and showed a satisfied smile.

"Have you finished painting?" A man's low voice came from his ear, and as soon as Yu Mian turned his head, he saw Lin Jianshen resting his chin with one hand, his elbow on the table on the bed, and his black eyes staring at her for a moment. .

The laptop screen in front of him was already black, and he didn't know how long he looked at it.

Yu Mian's heart tightened, as long as she looked at him, her heartbeat would always speed up habitually.

She nodded, pursed her lips and said, "It's finished."

Lin Jianshen looked calm and asked, "Can I take a look?"

"Well, wait a minute."

This request was very reasonable, and Yu Mian didn't think too much about it. He took the painting off the drawing board and came to his bedside.

After taking the painting, Lin Jianshen really took a serious look at it for a while. Yu Mian's paintings are meticulous figure paintings, with delicate national style brushstrokes, depicting a little girl lying on the windowsill, the little girl is holding a young face in her hands, and her eyes are clear as she looks at a large one not far away. On the tree, there was a chubby little sparrow.

The little girl's expression is innocent and childish, her big dark eyes are bright and energetic, reflecting the light of the sky clearly, one can feel her purity and flawlessness at a glance.

The room behind her was dark and silent, like the mouth of a beast growing up. Outside the window, there are blue sky and white clouds, lovely birds and emerald green trees, which are colorful and contrasting with the dark and shabby little window.

Lin Jianshen's eyes drooped slightly, looked at the little girl thoughtfully, and asked Yu Mian, "She looks a bit like you, is she the old you?"

Yu Mian was taken aback, he actually saw it?

Noticing the surprise in her expression, Lin Jianshen burst into laughter. He put the painting on the table, raised his hand and grabbed the armrest of her wheelchair, pulling her closer to him.

He leaned down slightly, looked into her eyes seriously, and asked, "Mianmian actually thinks that I won't recognize my girlfriend?"

"No, no, I'm painting the old me, and it's a little different from now, and you haven't seen it before..."

Lin Jianshen seemed to be at odds with this question: "Even if I haven't seen it, I can guess that Mianmian doesn't believe me?"

Yu Mian felt that the two of them were too close together. She was sitting in a wheelchair and was a little shorter than Lin Jianshen. Lin Jianshen pulled her wheelchair to stop her from running, and the distance between their faces was less than ten centimeters. The tip of his tall nose was about to hit him.

Her face was red and her ears were red, and she no longer dared to snort at him before, she stammered and whispered: "No, I believe you..."

Lin Jian lowered his eyes and said in a lonely tone, "My boyfriend is a little sad."

Yu Mian was at a loss for a moment, his heart was confused by this man, and he couldn't remember the careful tricks that he had slandered at him.

The man said faintly, "Mianmian wants to make up for me."

Yu Mian was helpless: "I-I don't doubt you...what do you want to make up for...uh!"

In front of him were a pair of deep black eyes that were very close together, and Yu Mian seemed to see a narrow smile flashing through them in a trance. It was too close, the tip of his nose was slightly cold, and it was close to hers, and there was a soft touch on his lips, like a gentle flower blooming in her lips.

The flowers bloomed slowly, and the roots gradually spread to the depths. Every extension brought a subtle numbness, as if a weak electric current passed through, making her whole body weak and losing all strength.

The breath is plundered, the lips and tongues are entangled in tight bonds, and the flowers greedily want to suck up all the air and water. Yu Mian's breath was in a hurry, and her eyes were flushed. She forgot to close her eyes. Physiological tears appeared in her clear eyes, and her eyes became more and more crystal clear.

Lin Jianshen's heart trembled, and he saw his own shadow reflected in her eyes.

That's it, she should have been looking at him.

But when she was painting, she couldn't see him at a glance. He watched her for a long time, and she didn't notice.

So he no longer restrained himself, he was impulsive once, and finally got satisfaction.

When Yu Mian raised his hand and started to push him weakly, Lin Jianshen finally let go of her, Yu Mian took a few breaths, his whole body was red from head to toe, and there was even a thin layer on his back. sweat.

The girl's eyes were watery, her eyes were unbelievably soft, her red lips were slightly open and panting, as delicate as rose petals dotted with dewdrops in the morning.

With dark eyes, the man stared at her for a moment and then chuckled, "Mianmian's lipstick today...is it peach flavor?"

Yu Mian's response was—turning the wheelchair subconsciously, moving several steps away from him at once.

Anyway, it was a distance that Lin Jianshen couldn't reach.

Just now, she couldn't breathe, but he didn't mean to stop at all. Yu Mian felt that her lips were numb, and the tip of her tongue felt broken. At that time, she wanted to back away, but he pressed her wheelchair. Make her unable to move.

Such intimacy between lovers is unavoidable, and she is not hypocritical, but this first attempt is too deep, and Yu Mian is both shy and a little afraid of his subtle ferocity.

"I-I'll see you tomorrow!"

Touching Lin Jian's eyes with a deep smile, Yu Mian averted his eyes and chose to flee.

She didn't even have time to take the painting, and ran away like a wolf was chasing her.

In the ward, Lin Jianshen pinched the drawing paper and looked at the little girl in the painting.

When she was young, she was in the dark, yearning for the light of the outside world. And he, why not?

Fortunately, they all got the light.

The author has something to say: it's almost over, it should be just a few days

Chapter 1 Mouth Cannon

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Yu Mian has been in the hospital longer, Lin Jianshen's injury has gradually improved, and he has to deal with more and more work. Musen Technology is about to go public, which is really not a trivial matter.

Lin Jianshen is a bit of a workaholic, just like his brother Yu Xing, if he doesn't look at him, he can look at the computer for a day, and he doesn't know how to combine work and rest.