When she came back to her senses, she felt something cold on her arms. She lowered her head and shouted in surprise: "What are you doing?"
I saw him holding something in his hand and wiping it on her arm. It felt refreshing and cool, and it also smelled of fragrance, which was quite comfortable.
"Don't move, this is an ointment to remove blood clots." After wiping his left hand, he switched to his right hand, very patiently, and then occasionally glanced at her chest and ate some tofu.
Han Yixing glanced at the bruised pinch marks on his arm and couldn't help pouting: "Someone abused me, who beat me?"
"I."[
With a simple word, his expression did not change and his hands did not stop.
Han Yixing was depressed: "Meng Beichen, you have the nerve to admit that you bullied me!"
"Baby, in that situation, do you think I can control my strength? Besides, it seems to be more serious for me than for you, right?" Meng Beichen said slowly and calmly, and glanced at her, who was blushing.
Face.
He put down the ointment and actually reached out to pick her up. He threw away the quilt and found nothing. Han Yixing was shocked, hugged himself, and quickly covered his eyes.
"Meng Beichen, you have gone too far! Give me some clothes..." She whimpered softly, not expecting that he would take her out of the quilt without saying a word.
"Good boy, I can't see the road. I'll take you to take a bath." Meng Beichen had a big smile on his face and stretched out his hand to pull her little hand down. Seeing that she was so shy, he pulled the blanket aside.
It covered her body.
"Is this okay?"
"But, I'll go by myself." She always felt that he had a conspiracy in hugging her.
"Don't worry, I won't eat you now." Someone said to her thoughtfully, and carried her to the bathroom and put her on the sink. Han Yixing naturally didn't remember where she was last night, but she was a little depressed.
, his exposed calves dangled out twice, and he jumped to the ground while he was releasing water.
It was inconvenient to be wrapped in a carpet, and her legs were so sore and weak that she almost fell down.
He turned around and helped her, frowning slightly, "Who told you to move?"
"Get out, I'm not a child." Why are you carrying her around and holding her so high? This man is used to being an uncle.
"Little one!" He seemed to know what she was thinking. He stretched out his hand to ruffle her hair and kissed her slightly pouted lips. "Don't wash for too long. I have to take you to a place at night."