Zhan Aoze stretched out his hand to unbutton Yunduo's hospital gown, but she dodged it reflexively and looked at him angrily: "What are you doing?"
"Take your temperature." Zhan Aoze's pretty lips curled up into a smile: "Honey, be good, the nurse is waiting."
The doting voice was like coaxing a child, which made Yun Duo's face blush. Especially the young nurse giggled, which made her blush even more. She reached for the thermometer and said in a low voice: "Myself
bring it on."
"No, I'm here. I haven't taken care of you until now after we got married." Zhan Aoze avoided her hand and quickly unbuttoned her buttons. He put his hand in, held it for her, and moved his fingers outward.
As he retreated, he accidentally bumped into her snow-white breasts. Yun Duo's face became even more embarrassed. When he couldn't help but want to glare at him again, he realized that his face was not much better, with a faint blush on his handsome face.
There is a greenish taste on his face.
Seeing Yun Duo looking at him, he suddenly smiled. Regardless of the presence of the nurse, he asked in a low voice: "How is it? He looks pretty good in your eyes, wife, and is worthy of the four words handsome and handsome." While saying,
While grabbing her hand, he asked him to touch her face: "Although my face is not as white as Lan Ping Di's pretty face, it is the sexiest skin color in a woman's mind. If you touch it, your skin is smoother than my wife's."
Well, right?"
Yun Duo couldn't help but laugh and took out his hand: "You are so proud of yourself? I'm really not ashamed!"
"Duoduo, you smiled, finally smiled."
Seeing a smile on her tense face, the smile on Zhan Aoze's face magnified several times, and a bright light shone in his tired eyes.
Ever since the two met yesterday afternoon, except when they were at her parents' house, she had always had a cold face. Even when she was acting at her parents' house, he could see how forced her smile was.
Or, at this moment, she smiled, and what gave him a sense of accomplishment was that the words she spoke were teasing, not sarcastic.
"Nonsense, I didn't laugh." Yun Duo realized that she had been fooled by him, and her face could not help but become serious again, she lowered her eyes and stopped talking.
She never wanted to laugh again, especially the kind of laughter that came from the heart. She would rather spend the remaining half a year with heartache than fall into his gentle trap again and enter a situation of no return.
"Duoduo..." Still resisting his closeness, Zhan Aoze sighed heavily in his heart and pretended not to mind: "Here, let me take out the thermometer."
Before he could say anything, Yun Duo had already taken it out one step ahead of him. His hand awkwardly stretched out in mid-air and took it back silently.
His loneliness was written in his eyes. Yun Duo looked in and felt a little distressed. He blamed himself for going too far. But when he thought about the days to come, if he was not hard-hearted now, he might be hurt all over in the end.
The temperature was within the normal range. Zhan Aoze finally felt relieved, opened the thermos bucket, and began to serve her porridge. "Duoduo, eat something."
Yun Duo shook his head: "I don't want to eat, I still want to take a nap."
Although she was given an intravenous drip, she still felt no appetite and her head still hurt. What she wanted to do most now was to have close contact with the bed and quilt.
"Still uncomfortable?" Zhan Aoze stopped holding the porridge with his hand, then turned around and touched her forehead again, with a nervous look on his face.
**
(The nonsense part is free, don’t worry.)
Duoduo was not hungry, but I was. I rushed to write a chapter after I came back. Although it was a little short, I was starving, so I had better fill my stomach before writing.
Regarding articles, Guoguo is a semi-professional writer. In addition to writing articles, she also has many important things to do, especially on weekends. I am not as free as my parents. Weekends are my busiest days.
Tomorrow is Monday, so I will have more time. I will try to update it to 10,000 words tomorrow.
I can understand your complaints, but if you don’t update it, it’s definitely not my intention. I’m sweating, if I don’t update it on purpose, isn’t that something I can’t do with myself?
I really don’t have time. If I don’t write enough for 10,000 tomorrow, I’ll open a special post and let you criticize me. Oh, I’m exhausted and hungry. I won’t nag you anymore.