Accidental love II

After reading it, Janice found there were so many kinds of books about massage. She rummaged through each of them and picked out a few easy-to-understand ones and put them in the shopping basket. There was also a model of human acupoints on the bookshelf, which was sold with massage books. After Janice saw it, she immediately decided to buy it. With this model, she could read a book while comparing and researching, so that she could learn faster.

She went around by the bookshelf again and found several recipes that introduced dietary methods. She knew it was not so easy for Marcus to recover. No matter what method was worth trying, even if the effect of diet therapy was minimal, she had to try it.

After checking out at the cash register, Janice walked out of the bookstore with two big bags.

In Janice's view, these were not books. Maybe this was Marcus's future!

The books and the model were heavy. It didn't take long for her to feel sore and soft in her arm. Tiny beads of sweat oozed from the tip of her nose.

Come on!

Janice wiped the sweat from her face and cheered herself silently.

Marcus treated her very well. No matter how long she could be his wife, she couldn't let him give in vain.

Janice wanted to learn to how to massage. Then she could help him massage his legs every day, and cook some dishes that were good for his eyes. This was what she should do as a wife and the way she used to give back to Marcus.

In the Clinton's.

After dinner, Marcus went to the study to read braille books as usual. Janice pushed him into the study, and then sat on the swivel chair directly opposite him. "Janice, what are you doing in the study?" Marcus' long eyelashes were drooping. He frowned.

"I'm reading novels." She replied softly.

"Well." A smile appeared at the corner of Marcus' mouth.

However, she didn't open any novel, but took out the massage book she just bought, and practiced against the model.

Since she hadn't learned this kind of knowledge before, she was struggling to read it at first. Then she concentrated on studying massage techniques.

For a long time, she felt sore in her neck. She twisted her neck slightly, but her gaze happened to meet Marcus' eyes.

She was so frightened, and her jaw straightened instantly.

Was Marcus staring at her?

No, she must be dazzled!

She closed her eyes and opened them again. Then she saw his fingers rubbing on the braille book, but his eyes still looking directly at her.

Alas, she thought too much. He just looked directly in front.

NOW PLAY YOUR FAVOURITE GAMES ON

Janice stood up, walked in front of him, and said softly, "Marcus, will you feel tired after touching braille for a long time? What book do you want to read? Let me read it for you."

"Okay." Marcus smiled. He closed the braille book spread on his laps, put it on the low table beside him, and said softly, "Get the green book on the shelf."

Janice took down the green cover book according to his instructions and found that it turned out to be a collection of poems.

"Haha..." She laughed out loud, jokingly saying, "I didn't expect you to love this kind of book!"

In her opinion, only those literary and artistic youths who groaned without illness or playboys who liked to date girls loved to read poetry.

Marcus obviously didn't belong to any of them.

"I have never been in a relationship before, so I don't know how to get along with a woman." His face was extremely serious, and his tone was extremely determined, "Now that I have a wife, I am afraid that I can't do well, so I have to learn."

The so-called touch was derived from those trivial but very meaningful moments.

At this moment, Janice felt infinite warm.

"Actually, you don't need to learn these things. You are very good to me. I am already very happy."

When she said this, her face was blushed. Her skin under the light was like jade.

Suddenly, Marcus grabbed her wrist. He yanked her to his side a little harder, then she fell back uncontrollably and just sat on his laps.

Janice suddenly lost her balance, trying to hold something to support herself. But she didn't expect to grab his collar directly.

"What do you want to do?" Her voice was so low that she could hardly hear herself.

She just wanted to push him away, but she was afraid that he would mistake that she disliked him, so she had to remain motionless.

Marcus let go of her wrists and moved his large hands to her small and fair face. Then he gently stroked her facial features with his slightly callused finger pulps, carefully tracing her appearance. "Although I can't see you, I can touch it. My wife must be the most beautiful woman in the world."

She felt as if a symphony orchestra was stationed in her heart. The exciting music clamored deep in her soul. The heartbeat was so fast that it almost popped out of her chest.

"You won. You're more romantic than those poems." Her eyelashes trembled lightly and her breathing became quicker.

Marcus didn't say a word. He held her face with both hands, and then lowered his head down to kiss her.0000