Jing Jiaren held his hand and wiped the mud from it.
Leng Lintian dug for so long that all the mud got in between the fingers of his metal hands...
Jing Jiaren scrubbed vigorously: "I think I need to remove this hand so that it can be cleaned more easily."
Leng Lintian's figure immediately froze: "Who dares to unload!"
"Leng Lintian..."
"Don't touch..." Leng Lintian withdrew his hand forcefully, "You don't need to clean it. If you really want to take care of me, wipe my body and face for me."
"You just can't touch it with your hands?"
Leng Lintian's eyes flickered, he was such a proud person, how could he allow Jing Jiaren to take off his hand...
Showing his disabled arm.
Jing Jiaren's nose was slightly sour.
Then I heard him say in a pretending frivolous voice: "Why, you got timid when you heard that you wanted to help me wash my body?"
"..."
"Why are you nervous? I won't embarrass you." Leng Lintian held her arm with his left hand, and the hot temperature of his fingertips burned her, "Just wipe my arm and upper body for me... It's a job for my grandmother. The rest,
My high fever is gone and I can clean myself."
Jing Jiaren lowered her eyelids. If she couldn't even take care of her husband, her grandmother would definitely question...
So it is inevitable to show off.
only……
Jing Jiaren stared at him and asked seriously: "You can't touch water with your hand, right?"
Leng Lintian responded: "You can soak in water appropriately, but you should avoid it unless necessary."
Otherwise, even if it is rust-proof, it will not be good if it is often exposed to water.
"Then how will you clean it then?"
"...?"
"And when you usually take a shower, do you only use one hand?"
Seeing Jing Jiaren's serious question, Leng Lintian's lips curved into a wicked smile: "Just one hand, that's enough."
Jing Jiaren was silent. It was inconvenient to do many things with one hand.
He said with a burning breath: "Jing Jiaren, no sympathy is allowed."
He didn't want her to see him take off his metal hand, but he didn't want her to sympathize with him as a disabled person in the future.
Leng Lintian said and shook the metal hand.
"There's nothing wrong with it. After controlling it for a long time, it will become natural. I can hold your hand, pick up food for you, and do everything I want for you..." There was pampering in his misty eyes, "
I'm no different than before."
Jing Jiaren listened, but felt extremely sad.
Leng Lintian, you self-deceiving fool...
"Jing Jiaren." He suddenly called her seriously.
"Um?"
His eyelids were heavy: "I'm sleepy, let's sleep for a while..."
Was he just trying to summon up the energy to talk to her?
Jing Jiaren nodded: "You haven't had a good rest these past few days, so take a nap."
In the car, he kept keeping himself up and occasionally squinted his eyes. Jing Jiaren knew that he didn't sleep at all.
He didn't sleep in the bathtub yesterday, okay? The bathroom was so humid, otherwise how could he get sick?
With Jing Jiaren's permission, Leng Lintian closed his eyes, as if a huge burden had been lifted from his heart, and fell asleep immediately.
…
In the evening, when Leng Lintian's high fever started to come down, Jing Jia finally breathed a sigh of relief, fetched water and carefully wiped the box clean.
Insert the key into the keyhole and rotate it in a matching circle. The box does not open, but a row of keypads like those of an ancient telephone appear on the keyhole of the disc.
Just then my grandmother came over curiously and looked at it: "That's a cipher disk."
"Well," Jing Jiaren frowned, "but what is the password?"