After Exchanging Shadows

Chapter 32

“You bought it for me?” Nguyen shook the medicine oil.

Mo sat back and said, "My back hurts. I bought it and rubbed it for myself. If your knee hurts, you can use it. ”

“Do you have back pain? Did you hurt yourself when you were shooting?” Nguyen Nightingale listened. First, she was stunned. Ask her about it. Don't look at her usual professional level 10 on the Kui Mu Neng mouth cannon. This will make her nervous as soon as she hears the word "pain”, becoming concerned with professional level 10.

But I regretted it immediately after I asked. She measured the color of the ink. It was a perfectly familiar pride, and the plate was quite straight as a bamboo pole. There were no signs of a star and a half back pain from beginning to end.

Still there, Mo continued to put on his face: “I'm going to hang Via for the movie, can it not hurt? ”

And after that, I looked at the bottle of oil, and I said, "But you can keep this, I can buy another bottle. ”

Since Nguyen Nightshang understood that he was worried about his strength, he went down naturally. "But even if you say so, I still think you bought this for me. ”

Mo: “...”

You're so stubborn!

“I see you were in a lot of pain, so why don't you take your last pill now?” The ink swept through the wind.

After that, I thought I'd add something, but I didn't. I just sat on the chair and didn't move.

Nguyen Nightshang read the instructions behind the medicine bottle, moved the chair he sat in slightly away, sat in a different direction, bent over and slowly lifted the dress up to fish. The weather was hot and the knee injury could not be revealed. Wearing trousers to cover it, she was afraid of bruising easily. After bathing, she changed a long dress to her calf.

Nor did she hide anything, lifting her skirt directly to her thighs and now a white, soft, interlegged skin. The skirt was stacked on her thighs, carefully tucked together by her, then pressed with her left arm to prevent it from falling.

Mo Mo watched her pick up the skirt, her subconscious should look away, thinking that it was her leg, since she was a kid, saw the big, what else she couldn't see, and suddenly she felt a subtle chill. She saw that Nguyen Nightshank pressed the skirt hard to unscrew the bottle cap, so she unscrewed the medicine oil for Nguyen Nightshank and delivered it to her left hand.

Nguyen picked it up, kept this skirt pressed on his left arm, bent the bottle with his left finger, dropped the oil into the palm of his right hand, then continued to apply the oil to his knee in this slightly unwieldy position.

Ink is a bit taller than Nguyen Nightshade. This body is tall and has long legs. It is not very suitable for the height of this restaurant chair when sitting. The area of bruising on the knee is huge. It is relatively inconvenient to handle from the bending angle of Nguyen Nightshade. The application is fine, just rub it after the application and follow the instructions for a long time. It is still very tired to keep this motion for a long time.

When Mo saw her for a while, she seemed a little restrained and said, "Come here. ”

Nguyen Nightingale stopped listening to her and put her skirt up against the past. Her face and face were very close apart and she could even smell the scent on her ink.

Mo: “...”

“I mean your legs.” Every word of it.

“Be clear, or I'll get the wrong idea what you're going to do.” The light in the corner of Nguyen's eyes seemed to grasp the ink, retracted to his body, moved the chair to the ink, and put his legs together.

Simply let her sit down with her skirt, Nguyen Nightshang obeyed, sitting still, Mo Mo sat on the chair opposite her, bent over and started rubbing medicine oil for her.

Nguyen Nightshade lowered her head and glanced at the spinning of the ink head. Long hair spread over her back, and her face was not seen at this angle.

But Nguyen Nightshade can clearly hear his heartbeat, and his face appears in his head.

She has such a beautiful face.

How sinful it is for Nguyen Nightshang to feel that she occupies this beautiful shell herself at this moment.

She didn't know what Nguyen Nightshade was thinking. She rubbed her bruises willingly.

It's just that rubbing this medicine oil would have hurt a lot. The ink in the back made some effort at a few points. Nguyen Nightshade really couldn't help but moan when he came back to God. Sound: “… ahhhhhh. ”

Mo: “...”

She rubbed herself in a bent position and looked up at Nguyen Nightshade.

Nguyen Nightshang: “...”

That groan. It's too crisp to ask. And this voice belongs to Mo Mo. It is itself a cool feeling. It is very nice to hear. It is usually mo Mo Proud. It brings some cold and expensive flavors, but now when it arrives in Nguyen Nightingale, it becomes a euphemism.

Momo is a professional actor. The lines are excellent. She used to dub the films herself. She didn't use dubbing actors at all. Sometimes big animated films from overseas seats are shown in China. In order to attract popularity and gimmicks, the film will also smash the gold and invite her to dub the characters into the Chinese version. Changes in the style of the voice lines are silent, and the sound of this soul cartilage is perfectly possible. She acted as a woman in the movie "Dungeon," and in the play she spoke with this tone of voice, charming, but this voice would never appear in her life.

"" Don't call me that. ”

Nguyen Nightingale groaned because he couldn't stand it. Sounding, I was ashamed at first. Now I see this tight, stringy look, and suddenly I want to laugh a little, and say softly: “What did I call it? ”

Mo: “...”

“I just hurt.” Nguyen Nightingale tells the truth.

If Mo doesn't pick her up again, her men's power becomes lighter.

"" Wouldn't rubbing it so gently be ineffective, "said Nguyen Nightshang." I think the manual says it should still be rubbed a little hard. ”

“You're not saying it hurts.” Mo glanced at her.

Nguyen chuckled. “For the sake of speed, I'll bear it. ”

She couldn't help it, restored the original normal force, continued rubbing the oil, fingers on the knee of Nguyen Nightshang slowly turned.

A few times after that it was too painful, Nguyen Nightingale really couldn't hold up a bit.

Looking at the noise again, Nguyen Nightingale pressed the dress stacked on her thighs with one hand and covered her mouth. Mo Mo then raised his head, and Nguyen Nightshade's eyes dripped on Mo Mo's face as if he was observing her face.

“Scream if you want.” Mo can't do anything about her.

Nguyen's eyes curled into moon teeth and lowered his mouth-covered hands.

It did hurt for a while at first. As the oil gradually began to work, combined with the ink rubbing to get rid of it, it became accustomed to it. The pain on the knee also slowly changed from the initial hot to the warm ocean. Behind it, Nguyen Nightingale even had a strange and elusive comfort.

Nguyen Nightshade lowly asked: “Why are you so good with your hands? Have you studied massage? That's impossible. ”

Momo looked up at her and replied: “I studied the piano since I was a kid. It takes a lot of practice every day. Sometimes it hurts when my fingers are sore and bent, but the next day I have to keep practicing. So I looked at a method of massaging my fingers and wrists, rubbing myself, soothing the pain, and preventing tenosynovitis. ”

Nguyen clasped her lips and continued to watch her work on her knees.

Bright ink is now using her own body, but her temperament is remarkable. The body is hard under her control to reveal a different kind of windbone. Her eyes are faint at first glance, but the interior seems to be pouring.

Nguyen Nightshade looked at him and had to recall when he first changed his body.

At that time, she was shocked and felt the whole world was upside down, but after shock, she delicately rejoiced for days.

This kind of psychology arises not because she accepts this seemingly frightening reality so easily, but because she finally has the opportunity to make contact with Mimo. Without this opportunity, she might not have had anything in her life.

They were like two parallel lines that never seemed to intersect, and suddenly one day they changed direction and twisted a crossroads out of the hotel fire.

She was indeed happy.

And now I'm so eager to trade it back with Mo. She knew that Momo's heart was so eager. After all, it was really hard for Momo to endure the moment when she was so proud of herself, using the body of others, trying to play others, even losing everything that belonged to her.

She misses the old Ink.

Even if she can now pretend to be Nguyen Nightshade at any time, she is not really her. Nguyen Mo should return to her body and return to her as proud as before. You don't have to hide in front of people, act hard, and be who you are.

That kind of ink is brilliant and free.

“I'll try.” Nguyen Nightshade whispered.

“Try what?” Mo thinks she's suddenly a little strange.

“Try to live up to your wishes.” Nguyen Nightshade laughed.

“You know what I want again? ”

“Isn't your wish to change your body sooner rather than later? ”

Min Mo nodded for a moment: “For now, I suppose. ”

“What do you mean, for now, huh? ”

There seemed to be a slight light in his eyes: “Man's will always changes, of course, only for now. ”

“Have you ever had many wishes before?” Nguyen stared into her eyes.

In Nguyen Nightshang's view, her family is in such a good condition, so good in itself, so hard to engage, walking all the way through, always getting what she wants.

And what is readily available is not usually a true wish.

“Since I was a kid, there were only three things I really wanted to do.” There is some thought in the ink: “One is that it is unclear whether this can be achieved or not. The other two were my childhood wishes, one that I was fortunate enough to realize, and I thought hopelessly that it would never be possible. And the other--”

She did not know what she had in mind, and her eyes were bleak: "… it will never come true. ”

Nguyen Nightshade feels a little strange about her mood. Is it that she thought of something sad and was about to say something to comfort her? She looks like she's adjusting her mood again, lowering her head again, rubbing the oil for her, and whispering to her: “Does it hurt? ”

Nguyen Nightshank actually hurts, but at this time he says: "... it doesn't hurt. ”

“Scream if it hurts, don't hold it. ”

Nguyen Nightshang: “...”

At this moment, the compartment door actually opened, listening to this Buddha come out of nowhere, he opened his mouth: “Nguyen Nguyen, I heard from the big, stupid bodyguard at the door that you and Mo were having dinner here, and I came over...”

Then the audible voice stopped.

Nguyen Mo is rubbing oil on Nguyen's knees, and Nguyen's dress has been sheet up because of the angle of sight, it looks like Nguyen Mo is taking off his dress.

Yan Listening Huan: “...”

This scene, from top to bottom, from front to back, from left to right, reveals four misleading words - disrespectful.

So Yan heard the misunderstanding, really ignored it, and learned the tone of Ziwei's temporarily selective blindness and said: “Erkang, is it dawn or not, how can I not see! Elkon, I can't see! I can't see! ”

As he said, one hand covered his eyes and one hand waved blindly in front of him, he had to go outside.

Nguyen Nightshang: “...”

Mo: “...”

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