"It seems that the wound cannot be exposed to water. How about taking anti-inflammatory medicine?" After Luo Ke cleaned the wound, he realized that it was not just a scratch.
Du Haiyi pursed his lips and stood up: "You can't touch the wound. From now on, you will be responsible for washing your face, bathing and feet."
"Taking a shower...I..." Luo Ke pointed at himself.
Du Haiyi looked at her displeased: "Huh? Not willing?"
Luo Ke shook his head: "I...will it be...no, inconvenient?"
Luo Ke feels that they haven't progressed to the point where they can bathe each other, right?
"Inconvenient?" Du Haiyi had an evil smile on his lips. Luo Ke's heart was pounding and he nodded slightly: "Well... it seems, yes, a bit..."
At the end of the sentence, Luo Ke's voice became smaller and smaller, until it fell into the dust and even she couldn't hear it.
Du Haiyi took Luo Ke's hand: "I'm tired, take care of me to sleep."
"That... medicine..." Luo Ke whispered.
"I'm not sick." Du Haiyi had selfish motives.
Du Haiyi was injured because of Luo Ke. If Du Haiyi hadn't been quick-sighted, then Luo Ke would have been injured. That's why he didn't want to take medicine. He wanted to make this woman feel guilty, and then...
Zhang Ma smiled when she saw the childishness in Du Haiyi's tone.
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When they got to the room, Du Haiyi changed his injured hand like Uncle Du Haiyi: "I want to take a bath."
"I'll put some water on you." Luo Ke ran to the bathroom in an awkward manner.
The corners of Du Haiyi's mouth raised slightly, smiling proudly.
Luo Ke put the bath water in and came out. Okay, it's time to wash.
Du Haiyi looked at Luo Ke with hot eyes: "Where are the clothes for changing?"
"The bathrobe is already inside." Luo Ke replied calmly.
"Do you want me to come out in a vacuum? Naked, just wearing a bathrobe?" Du Haiyi looked at Luo Ke with a half-smile: "Huh? Why, you can't wait so hard?"
Luo Ke blushed: "You...you are talking nonsense. I...how can I not have it?"
Du Haiyi had an evil smile on his lips, half-lidded his eyes, and leaned close to her ear: "Then... why don't you prepare underwear for me?"
Luo Ke's face became even redder, reaching to his neck: "You...your hand is only injured, but not disabled. Can't you take it yourself?"
Why should she prepare something so private?
"Huh? If you don't prepare me, I'll take it as you don't want me to wear it." After Du Haiyi finished speaking, he strode into the bathroom, started to take off his clothes, stripped himself naked, and then soaked in the bathtub.
Soaking in warm water relaxes every cell and makes you feel very comfortable.
How could Luo Ke not like him wearing underwear? She was not a pervert. She wished that Du Haiyi was covered all over and only his eyes were exposed. Oh, it would be best if both eyes were not exposed.
Huh, that's too much. Luo Ke gritted his teeth, blushed, took out his underwear and sent it to the bathroom.
The bathroom door was not closed, and Luo Ke cursed bitterly: "Pervert."
"My hand is injured, come and rub my back." Du Haiyi leaned against him, his whole body was buried in the water, only his head was exposed.
Luo Ke was reluctant: "You...you know your hand is injured, why don't you just enjoy it so much? Just wash it off."