The clock time was about to pass ten o'clock in the evening. Lin Huanuo put down the palette and brush in his hand like a robot receiving instructions, and ran to the bathroom to wash.

Jiang Yu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, recalling the clips in the trailer in his mind. The neon lights outside were gorgeous, but the light could not be shined in his eyes.

Lin Huanuo ran out of the bathroom. She felt that Jiang Yu was a little strange today.

She has a weak ability to perceive others' emotions. Until now, she is still learning to distinguish the simple expressions and psychology of smiling, being angry, crying, and being angry.

Jiang Yu was deeply thinking, and Lin Huanuo could only describe him as strange.

It was quite worrying. Lin Huanuo sighed secretly, thinking that Jiang was in trouble.

At about ten o'clock, Lin Huanuo climbed onto the bed, covered himself with a quilt and went to bed.

Jiang Yu turned on the luminous light at the head of her bed and pulled the curtains up.

Lin Huanuo, who should have forced himself to sleep, opened his eyes for the first time, "Jiang Yu."

"Um."

"Good night." Then Lin Huanuo closed his eyes again, as if he had never said this.

The two of them were separated by a curtain between their beds. Jiang Yu was lying on the side, and the luminous light on the other side was very dark, but a halo was still dyed on the curtain.

Jiang Yu stared at the light for a long time, slowly closed his eyes, and had no dreams all night.

Before leaving, Dr. Xu told Lin Huanuo to read the three legal books, but Lin Huanuo obviously did not plan to read them carefully.

She lay on the bed, holding her face with one hand and a thread pen in the other. After reading the sentence, she would use the pen to blacken it.

When Jiang Yu saw her book-destroying behavior, he was silent for a few seconds and finally let her go.

Lin Huanuo shook his calves, and as he drew the thread stroke, he wanted to draw on the back of his hand.

"You have painted the black heart for a day yesterday." Jiang Yu suddenly said before Lin Huanuo wrote.

Lin Huanuo glanced at Jiang Yu. Jiang Yu was wearing Bluetooth headphones and had WeChat voice on his hand. He didn't know who the person on the other end was.

Jiang Yu whispered to the person on the other end of the phone: "Should you wait a moment."

Lin Huanuo frowned and called, saying, "What do I do."

"Why are you unhappy today?" Jiang Yu took off his headphones, walked over and sat next to Lin Huanuo, and took away the hook pen in her hand.

"Not unhappy." Lin Huanuo could only get up from the bed and sat cross-legged, "but he was not happy either."

Jiang Yu took a red pen from the head of the bed and held Lin Huanuo's left hand.

Lin Huanuo subconsciously wanted to retreat, but Jiang Yu tried hard and Lin Huanuo couldn't break free.

"It's not that you are happy, nor that you are unhappy. Then you have to use Hongxinxin in the future."

Jiang Yu lowered his head slightly and drew a red little heart on the back of Lin Huanuo's hand.

The tip of the pen touched the skin, and Lin Huanuo's heart seemed to be hanging high, and his body was unconsciously stretched.

A little panicked gaze fell on Jiang Yu's face. It was the first time Lin Huanuo saw Jiang Yu so close.

Unlike the stunning feeling of distance when I first met, Lin Huanuo now feels a sticky feeling when he approaches Jiang.

"alright."

Before Lin Huanuo could think too much, Jiang Yu had finished drawing on the back of her hand.

Lin Huanuo looked down and saw that in addition to the red Xiaoxin, the tiger's mouth on the back of his hand was also named Jiang Yu next to him, occupying half of the back of his hand.

Jiang Yu has practiced signatures. His signature looks very good. Every time he signs for sale, he signs thousands of copies a day, and his muscles form memories.

Lin Huanuo looked at the signature in his hand, then looked at Jiang Yu, "Why do you need to write a name?"

"If this is the case, you are mine." Jiang Yu pointed at the back of Lin Huanuo's hand with a finger. Unfortunately, he could only write with a pen. If he was carved with a knife, his name would not have disappeared.

Then his little god will be his until his death.

It was just that it hurt too much with a knife. The wound on his left wrist reminded him that if it were Lin Huanuo, she would cry.

Lin Huanuo thought for a while and said, "But I am not yours."

Jiang Yu raised his eyes slightly and looked at Lin Huanuo with deep eyes, like cumulonimbus clouds in the air, brewing a storm.

Sure enough, what is written with a pen will always be washed away. Only by carving it into your bones with a knife will it remain forever.

Is it...anno angry? Lin Huanuo is a little uncertain.

Lin Huanuo was thinking far away, and suddenly remembered that when he was in elementary school, every time he got a new book, everyone would write their own names in writing, so that the book belongs to them.

Lin Huanuo seemed to understand something, and asked with clear eyes: "Jiang Yu, do you need me very much?"

Jiang Yu's index finger was still gently stroked on the back of Lin Huanuo's hand, remembering the shadow of the god cast on the stone wall in the trailer, and also remembering the day when he saw Lin Huanuo lying on the hospital bed.

Gu Qiuye could not see the true face of the god until he died. Before the god could say a word to him, Jiang met Lin Huanuo.

Jiang Yu lowered his eyelashes and suppressed the emotions that surged in his eyes, "Yeah."

Lin Huanuo felt embarrassed, but he reluctantly said, "Okay."

"Then I...barely it's yours."

The soft and soft sound is like the gentle breeze, like the water kissing the fingertips, and like the warm sun that melts the glacier.

Jiang Yu looked at Lin Huanuo and suddenly chuckled. The curve of peach blossom eyes looked very beautiful.

Lin Huanuo opened his eyes slightly, as if a galaxy was falling in front of him.

She wants it, too.

Lin Huanuo took the red pen, knelt on the bed, straightened up, seemed to hesitate for a moment before putting his hand on Jiang Yu's shoulder and leaning down slightly.

Jiang Yu did not move and let Lin Huanuo make trouble. The girl's light breathing sprinkled on her side neck.

The tip of the pen fell on the most fragile neck, and Jiang Yu felt a strange sense of stimulation and satisfaction.

Lin Huanuo wrote her name on Jiang Yu's side neck, and seemed a little embarrassed. The lower half of the font was hidden under the collar. Only by lifting the collar can you see everything.

After Lin Huanuo finished writing, he obediently knelt on the bed. For some reason, he didn't dare to look at Jiang Yu, and his ears were still a little hot.

She doesn't like to contact others, except for Jiang Yu.

"Lin Huanuo, why do you write your name on me?"

Still why? Lin Huanuo was a little unhappy and had the idea of ​​digging a hole to hide himself in.

"Lin Huanuo, I want to hear you say, huh?" Jiang Yu gently pinched her chin, his eyes were soft, and the low tail sound was gently raised with a smile, which was very seductive.

Lin Huanuo finally compromised under such a gaze.

OK OK OK, just coax him.

"Because I want you to be mine, too."

Xiao Huanuo's observation diary:

[I wrote my name on the back of her hand today.

She seemed to know what it was like when I was angry and knew to coax me.

She would also be angry, but often she would forget that she was angry the next second.
Chapter completed!