Ye Ming almost wanted to curse, she was so bullying!
"So you want me to go out without underwear?" he retorted.
“…”
Going out without underwear…
He Bing didn't even dare to think about that scene. It's not suitable for children, and it's too young for girls!
She reached out and snatched the wet underwear from Ye Ming's palm, then threw it into the trash can.
"He Bing!"
Ye Ming's slender fingers clasped her slender wrists hard, trying to stop him, but it was too late. She had already thrown his underwear into the trash can.
Damn, this woman!
Ye Ming glared at her fiercely and was about to attack her. She had to deal with it!
He shook off her slender wrist and wanted to leave.
hiss.
He Bing groaned in pain.
Ye Ming paused for a moment, then quickly looked back, his deep dark eyes staring at her, "What's wrong? Did it hurt you?"
He didn't use any force just now.
He Bing frowned, looking like she was in pain, and complained, "You pushed me?"
“…”
He didn't push!
After knowing her for so long, he didn't even want to touch her hair.
But now she seemed extremely aggrieved, as if he had done something heinous.
Ye Ming knew that he was getting older. He had admitted what Yang Jindou said before. If he had given birth to children earlier, his daughter would probably be as old as her.
But a man of his age can hurt people.
He looked at her sternly, even if he had a daughter, there would be no daughter like her who would act coquettishly and cause trouble.
"Don't pretend, I didn't push you!"
He Bing looked at the man's cold and hard facial features. He was really attractive. His facial features were handsome and heroic, which other men could not compare with.
Although he would bully women in the past, now he gets sulky whenever she bullies him, and he is a bit naive in his macho chauvinism.
"My legs hurt, come and carry me." He Bing stretched out his hand to him.
Ye Ming looked at one of his legs, damn you little bastard, he was disabled and she still let him carry it.
Deliberately abusing him.
But there was a bit of softness in his cold facial features. He lowered his tall and strong body, patted himself on the back and said, "Come up."
Two simple words, so manly.
He Bing hooked his lips, pulled out his thin legs and climbed onto his back.
Ye Ming caught her steadily, holding her buttocks with his rough palms. He jumped forward with her on his back, gently, calmly and powerfully, soaked with the power of the years.
He Bing hugged his neck with two small hands, and the tip of her nose suddenly turned red. She knew that he was disabled, but in her heart, he was not disabled.
His tall body and strong shoulders are just like they were many years ago.
Ye Ming came to the bedside and threw her on the soft princess bed. He narrowed his dark eyes and looked at her condescendingly, half-smiling but not smiling, "Is your back comfortable?"
He Bing snorted, "I won't let you carry it in vain, so I'll give you the underwear."
She picked up a pair of black bullet pants with two fingers. There was also a brand new white shirt and black trousers on the bed.
Looking at the underwear held in her fingers, Ye Ming cursed quietly, "Are you kidding me? You want me to wash your new underwear?"
He Bing raised his leg and kicked him on the left leg, which meant that he would stop as soon as he was ready.
Ye Ming's handsome eyebrows softened. She had a tough mouth but a soft heart.
No, no, she is weak everywhere.
Ye Ming's tall body did not move at all, as strong as an iron block.
He Bing got up from the bed, "Put on your clothes and get ready for dinner!"
After saying that, He Bing left the room.
Ye Ming put on his clothes, and soon the maid brought millet porridge, "Sir, this is the porridge that the eldest lady asked me to cook for you. The eldest lady is very concerned about your health."
Ye Ming took a look and saw that the fragrant pork ribs and millet porridge, as well as several refreshing and delicious side dishes, were all made by her.
His heart suddenly felt soft and full.
…
Ye Ming was lying on the sofa. He was not asleep, but just closed his eyes and rested.
I don't know how long it took, but there was a "click" and the door to the room opened.
There was a series of light footsteps in his ears, and then his vision went dark, as someone stood beside his sofa.
Ye Ming slowly opened her eyes. He Bing was back. She stood by the sofa and looked at him.
"Why don't you go to bed and sleep?" He Bing asked.
"That's your bed."
"Didn't you sleep in my bed too?"
“…”
At this time, He Bing reached out and touched his empty trouser legs.
"What are you doing?" Ye Ming grabbed her slender wrist and refused to let her touch it.
"Let me see."
"Where are you looking?"
"Look at your amputation."
Ye Ming pursed her thin lips, revealing a bit of self-mockery in her casual voice, "Is there anything good that will scare you?"
So, he wears trousers?
He wears pants when sleeping, probably because he doesn't want others to see him.
"I haven't seen it before. I'm very curious. I want to take a look." He Bing wanted to break free from his imprisonment.
But Ye Ming refused.
At this time, He Bing's hand slipped to his handsome shoulder and pushed him down on the sofa.
Her strong waist and abdomen pressed down, and she sat up directly.
Now, she was sitting on his waist, with the man on the bottom and the woman on top.
This ambiguous posture made Ye Ming's eyes ablaze, "Does your husband allow you to sit on a strange man like this?"
He Bing used his small hands to untie the belt around his waist, "Are you a strange man? We didn't do anything three years ago?"
He was not wearing the shirt and was bare-chested, but he was wearing trousers and a belt around his waist.
Ye Ming pressed her little hand and called her name in a deep voice, "He Bing, I know you hate me, but don't tease me like this!"
She has flirted with him many times.
He Bing pushed his big palm away, and flexibly opened his belt with his small hands, pulled down his trousers chain, and then pulled his trousers down, revealing the amputation of his right leg.
The place where he cut it off was red and swollen, like a perfect handicraft that had been broken into pieces and became incomplete.
He is no longer perfect.
He Bing stretched out his little hand and gently touched the place where he was cut with his soft fingertips.
Ye Ming didn't want He Bing to see his disability at this time, but now his disability has been completely exposed in her eyes.
The muscles all over his body became hard. He wanted to get up, but in mid-air, his tall and heavy body fell back into the sofa. All the feelings were concentrated on her soft little hand, and she fell from his
He slowly groped over the amputated limb with gentle and compassionate movements, as if he were treating a rare treasure.
Isn't she afraid?
Doesn't she dislike it?
He is really disabled now, but why is she still treating him so tenderly?
The dark eye sockets were turning red little by little, and his bulging Adam's apple rolled up and down. He felt that she was killing him.
This feeling was hundreds of times more stimulating than anything else. He had never tried this feeling before. The place where her little hands touched was numb, and her strong waist and abdomen spread out, impacting into her limbs.