"Chest..." Wen Xinnuan touched her chest, but Luo Lei quickly grabbed his wrist.
"It's bandaged there, don't move it."
He bandaged it himself. There was no anesthesia, so of course it hurt.
Wen Xin Nuan's eyes filled with tears: "It hurts..."
"You know it hurts now, right?" Luo Lei sneered coldly, "You know it hurts and you still stab it. You stupid woman should be treated properly. Next time I see you stabbing yourself with a knife for fun."
Wen Xinnuan coughed twice: "I'm so thirsty..."
Luo Lei poured a glass of boiling water. The conditions and facilities here are limited, there is no warm water, and there is no cold water.
Wen Xin Nuan's lips were chapped, and she wanted to drink it immediately.
Luo Lei frowned, waiting for the water to cool down for at least a while. After thinking about it, he opened the window and put the cup on the window sill to let in the air.
"I'm thirsty..." Wen Xinnuan shouted.
"Didn't you see that I poured water? Are you going to die of thirst?" He stared at her fiercely.
Wen Xinnuan was about to get up, and the towel on his forehead fell off.
Luo Lei rushed over in several strides and held her down: "What do you want to do? Are you afraid of getting my fist?"
As he spoke, he shook his iron bowl-like fist.
"I want to go back."
"Oh, you want to go back and see Ji Xingxuan? Don't even think about it."
"I don't like it here. It's so cold."
Luo Lei took off his coat and covered her with everything he could to keep her warm. He was so cold that his feet were numb and he couldn't even speak!
"Where's the cold?" He glared at her fiercely.
"foot."
Luo Lei took her hands from the quilt to cover her, and her little feet were indeed cold. If this continues, it will be difficult for her to recover from her high fever.
Luo Lei helped her rub and cover her. His hands had just touched hot water and were still warm, but instead of covering her to warm her, he iced himself.
Luo Lei thought in silence for a while, rummaged around in the cupboard and picked out a bottle, washed it, filled a bottle of hot water, wiped the outside of the bottle clean, and put it under the quilt.
"Lean on the bottle, you know?" he said politely.
Wen Xinnuan's feet were pressed against the bottle, they were hot, and they shrank for a moment, and then they were touched again, and they were so hot that they shrank again...
This feeling is just like the feeling she once had for Luo Lei.
I fell in love with him and wanted to get closer to him, but he was so hot that I stepped back, and I couldn't help the coldness all over my body and continued to get closer.
"How is it?" Luo Lei stared at her, "Are your feet still cold?"
"fine."
"What do you mean okay? Cold - or not cold!?"
Does he have to be fierce when he speaks?
Wen Xinnuan said meekly: "It's not cold anymore."
"Remember, this is a Luo Lei brand kettle."
Wen Xinnuan rolled her eyes: "What a cheap kettle..."
Luo Lei gave her a hard look.
Wen Xinnuan rubbed her two cold hands: "My feet are not cold anymore... but my hands are still cold."
"Women are trouble!" Luo Lei said fiercely, but he pulled a chair and sat beside the bed. He reached into the quilt to grab her hand and wanted to rub it to warm her up.
Wen Xinnuan avoided it: "No, you just rubbed my feet. They stink like hell."
Luo Lei raised his eyebrows: "Your feet still smell bad to you?"
He has never disliked a dead woman.
Luo Lei pulled his hand back and smelled it subconsciously, but he didn't smell the smell.
"Sure enough, it smells like shit!"
Wen Xinnuan: "..."
Leng Leng got up and went into the bathroom to wash his hands. At that moment, he frowned. How could he, who was always a germaphobe, be willing to rub a woman's feet?