Bo Jinghan unconsciously raised his hand and looked at it.
Fair skin, clean and delicate.
But in her eyes, it seemed that there was still thick plasma hanging there, which was very dirty and had a strong smell of blood!
then--
She pulled out the needle from her hand, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walked to the bathroom with her bare feet on the carpet.
Maybe she doesn't even know where she is now.
He just opened the bathroom door with a blank look, went in, and turned on the faucet on the sink.
Blood... so much blood!
Bo Jinghan anxiously rubbed his fingers, palms, and picked at his nails.
A pair of white and tender hands turned red and red from being rubbed by her seemingly rough movements.
But she was still dissatisfied and kept rubbing it, letting the cold water wash her hands.
Until, another figure suddenly appeared in the mirror.
"What are you doing!"
Lu Yan saw no one when he entered the house. He put down his things in a hurry and followed the sound of water to find his way in.
As soon as he saw this little girl standing on the cold brick floor with bare feet, washing her hands, his heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling.
Washing hands was not a big deal at first, but she washed her hands for a long time and didn't even notice him coming in, which made people feel uneasy.
Hua Hua——
The sound of water flowing.
Lu Yan looked down at the pair of hands she had put under the water, which were almost torn by her rubbing, and frowned.
"Don't wash it, it's already clean enough!"
Lu Yan took her hand without any explanation, picked up the towel on the shelf and helped her wipe it.
But Bo Jinghan stubbornly wanted to break free.
"Don't move!"
Not wanting to hurt her, Lu Yan did not forcefully fight with her, but lowered his voice and ordered.
While speaking, he did not raise his head and continued the action just now, meticulously wiping her fingers, palms, backs of hands, and even the gaps between her nails.
He was so serious, his movements were gentle, meticulous, and careful, as if he were treating a treasure, a beloved gun.
Bo Jinghan looked at him numbly, his eyes empty and confused.
After a while, she suddenly withdrew her hand, moved it under the faucet to rinse it, and whispered one word——
"dirty!"
The low, hoarse voice was light and airy, without any strength.
But when it landed in Lu Yan's ear, it was like a steel needle, poking his eardrums painfully.
Before he could speak, Bo Jinghan's voice talking to himself came again: "It can't be washed off... Why can't it be washed off..."
Suddenly, Lu Yan understood that what she was washing was the blood stained last night!
Could it be that the woman who was locked up with her last night...was killed by her?!
A trace of doubt gathered in his eyes.
impossible!
He believed that with her ability, if she really wanted to kill someone, she would never be so embarrassed.
But in a more elegant way, to solve the problem of that person's life!
Thinking of this, Lu Yan hugged her from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, reached under the water with both hands, and gently held her hand.
"Jinghan, it can be washed off! Let me wash it for you, okay?"
The cold water flowed between their fingers.
The warmth in Lu Yan's palm was close to her cold hand, gently rubbing the back of her palm and brushing against her fingers.
Fingertips, finger edges, finger gaps...
Fingers entangled.
The warm feeling spread slowly along with his touch.
