"Go wash up and come downstairs to the kitchen in fifteen minutes!"
After giving the instructions, Leng Zimo turned and walked towards the porch.
kitchen?!
Her hands were injured, and he still wanted her to make him breakfast?!
"I……"
Luo Xiaoqian instinctively wanted to retort, but she only said one word and closed her mouth again.
Could it be that she still expected his mercy?!
Without saying another word, she turned and went upstairs.
Leng Zimo walked to the porch, took the paper bag and put it on the small table outside the kitchen. Suddenly he remembered something, turned around and rushed into the kitchen. He found a roll of plastic wrap inside and strode up the stairs.
In the bathroom.
Luo Xiaoqian had already taken off her bathrobe and stretched out her uninjured hand to test the water temperature. She raised her hand and reached behind her back to pinch the buckle of her bra.
Normally she would do it with both hands, but today she only had one left hand left. She tried several times and finally opened the four buckles on it, but the last one seemed to be struggling with her and refused to open.
Helpless, she could only raise her injured hand and carefully go over to help.
Finally, it’s open!
Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open.
She turned around in panic, then raised her hands to hold the bra that had slipped open.
"Who let you in!"
Even though she had been close to him so many times, she was still not used to exposing herself in front of him. What she did last night was just a momentary impulse.
"Fool!"
Seeing her injured hand lying next to her wet left hand, Leng Zimo strode into the bathroom, grabbed her right wrist and moved her injured hand away.
When he removed his hand, half of her chest was instantly exposed, and she was busy blocking it with her other hand.
Leng Zimo grabbed her wrist with one hand, and wrapped the plastic wrap around her hand with the other.
Luo Xiaoqian made sure that she had blocked the important parts. She raised her face and saw that he was carefully wrapping her palm. His expression was extremely focused, and he did not even look at her body. His movements were also very careful, as if he was afraid of hurting her.
It hurts.
Seeing his focused movements, she was speechless for a moment.
Layer after layer, almost the entire roll of plastic wrap was wrapped around her hand, and her wrists were completely uncovered. Leng Zimo finally breathed a sigh of relief and said softly, "Remember to wrap this hand
lift it up!"
"ah?"
Luo Xiaoqian was still immersed in his sudden concern and did not hear what he said clearly.
Leng Zimo raised her injured hand high and said, "If you dare to let your gauze get even the slightest bit of water on it, you will be dead!"
Turning around, he slammed the door and left.
Damn girl, you won’t let him worry at all!
Luo Xiaoqian stood in the bathroom and looked up at her injured hand, which he had lifted high into the air and wrapped almost in a box of cling film, like a big crystal rice dumpling. Listening to his footsteps fading away, she
Slowly lowering his palm, looking at the knot he had carefully tied above, he remained silent.
Sometimes gentle, sometimes wild.
It seems like she can't see through this man more and more!
Sighing, she turned around and walked under the showerhead and started taking a bath. The water splashed on the plastic wrap, making a crackling sound. She hurriedly raised her arm and raised the injured hand.
Although Luo Xiaoqian rushed as fast as possible, one hand was not as convenient as two hands. When she finally finished taking a bath, put on a bathrobe and started combing her hair, Leng Zimo had already entered the bathroom again.
"I'll be fine soon!"
Thinking that she had exceeded his allotted time, Luo Xiaoqian hurriedly put down her comb and grabbed the hair dryer.
