"Did you cause me to get hurt?" Lingyin blocked him without thinking: "Did you promise to give me a bath, but then left me half-baked? Huahua, who said you wanted to do it before?
A responsible man?”
"Besides, I don't want the nurse to see me naked. The nurse is a girl after all."
Huahua thought this was true. Isn’t this a hooligan act?
but--
"Then don't you know how to cover your lower body with a bath towel?" Huahua said casually, frowning and humming, "Okay, okay, it's really annoying. Just wait, I'll ask the nurse for gauze!"
He frowned, took back the gauze, and looked as careful as a hair. In fact, he didn't know how to bandage, and his bandaging skills were really good. Finally, he put a layer of waterproof film on it, and everything was done.
"Have you finished washing?"
Lingyin sat there, as steady as a rock, and spoke with a bit of uncertainty: "It should be washed."
"You call this a good wash?" Huahua's slender index finger rubbed hard on his back several times, and some mud came out. He frowned with an unbearable expression, "Why are you so unhygienic? You're unlucky.
If you are dead, just sit still and I will wash you again!"
"Yeah." Lingyin closed his eyes lightly and ignored Huahua's sarcastic comments, "That's the best."
After that, no one spoke again.
In the quiet bathroom, there was only the sound of water rushing, as if a tacit agreement had been reached. Hua Hua kept a straight face and did not look at his erect desire, but occasionally caught a glimpse of it, but couldn't help but tremble in her heart. Why was it so big?
My scalp is numb!
Huahua secretly took a deep breath and looked away resolutely, "Brother Ling, why are there so many scars on your back? Are these all old scars?"
Lingyin opened his eyes, looked at Huahua in the mirror, and hummed lightly: "The scars left when I was a child are too deep and can't be faded."
Huahua was surprised and curious: "Were you abused when you were a child?"
"Indeed." Lingyin nodded: "When I was a child, I was caught by a group of human traffickers and worked as a beggar to earn money for them. When I couldn't earn money, I would be beaten. One time, I was beaten very hard, and I didn't get timely treatment.
After treatment, the wound became severely inflamed, and these scars were left later.”
"Ah?" Huahua only knew that Lingyin was an orphan, but she didn't expect that he also had a miserable childhood. Huahua didn't know how to comfort her: "I was a beggar when I was a child, but I was never beaten and no one controlled me.
All in all, I am luckier than you. But we should all be lucky, we are all living so well now!"
Lingyin raised his hand, reached behind him, touched the scar on his back with his fingertips, and asked thoughtfully: "Huahua, how much do you remember about your childhood?"
"Not much, I only remember the memories after my brother and I got together. Before, I seemed to be wandering around alone. I don't understand. I don't remember many of them. They are not important memories anyway." Huahua said nonchalantly.
Saying: "I'll wash your hair again, you turn around."
Lingyin did as he was told, with his head lowered slightly: "Then do you remember how you became a person?"
"Brother Ling, why do you ask that? My parents must have abandoned me and left me alone." He kept working, squeezing out shampoo and smearing it on Lingyin's head.
With her slender white hands, she massaged Lingyin's scalp with excellent techniques: "Brother Ling, is the water hot or not?"
"It's not hot." Lingyin pondered, "Have you ever thought about looking for your parents?"