Duan Luhen stared at her lustfully, hugged her for a long time, and struggled for a long time before he was willing to let her go, covered her with a blanket, and compassionately ordered: "Go to sleep."
At this time, Jing Tian'er was already in a ball of sleep, half asleep and half awake, with her eyelids lazily raised.
He caressed her into his arms, with a soft touch and a sweet and alluring breath. He drew a satisfied smile on his lips, kissed her gently on her hair, and fell asleep peacefully.
Sleeping until midnight, he suddenly felt the person next to him twisting uneasily. He woke up immediately and looked at her through the dim moonlight outside the window. Her face was pale, her brows were frowning tightly, and she was twisting her body uneasily.
"Nier, what's wrong?" He turned on the bedside lamp and patted her little face gently.
"It hurts..." She opened her eyes drowsily and complained aggrievedly.
"Where does it hurt?" He rubbed her hair and patted her comfortingly.
"My feet... my feet hurt..." Her ankle was cramped, and it hurt like hell, but it only lasted for a while and passed quickly. She closed her eyes again in a daze, "It doesn't hurt anymore..."
She rubbed her cheek against the pillow, changed her position, and fell asleep again.
Duan Luhen patted her gently, and when she fell asleep, he gently stood up and moved to the end of the bed, lifting up the blanket.
Her jade-white soles were small and cute. He gently held them in his hands and took a closer look, taking a slight breath.
Both her ankles were swollen and bright red, and her heels also had bruises. He was a little annoyed and cursed: "What a stupid girl!"
She can really bear it. If the high heels don't fit her feet, wouldn't she ask Mo Tinglie to change them for her?
Just bear with it, is it okay now?
He got up and got out of bed, found ice cubes from the refrigerator, wrapped them in a towel, and applied them to her red and swollen ankles.
The ice cubes were very cold, and she frowned and murmured in discomfort in her sleep, kicked her feet hard, and even opened her eyes to look.
He leaned over to pat her and kissed her cheek gently, "Nier, be good, your ankle is swollen, I need to apply it on you, otherwise you will be in so much pain that you won't be able to get off the ground tomorrow.
"Oh..." I don't know if she understood it. Anyway, she closed her eyes and responded softly, then huddled in his arms and remained motionless.
She was like an obedient baby, trusting him and relying on him wholeheartedly. She was placed in his hands without any defense, making his heart sweet and warm.
He kissed her on the lips again, tucked her in the blanket, left her side, and continued to apply cold compresses to her ankles.
Although she still resisted and struggled a little this time, when his warm palms grasped the soles of her feet, she calmed down, closed her eyes and grunted, and did not move again.
Duan Lvhen applied cold compresses to her ankles alternately for more than an hour before stopping. He then found an ointment for dispersing trauma and blood stasis, rubbed it on her heels, and spread it carefully until the medicine was completely absorbed.
stop.
He carefully covered her with a blanket and came back after washing his hands. More than two hours had passed.
Lying down again, he was satisfied to see that her frowning eyebrows had relaxed. He nodded lovingly on the tip of her nose and said silently: "Are you comfortable now?"
The little girl moved, curled up into a ball, and put her head into his arms. He smiled fondly, turned off the light, and fell asleep again.
When he woke up again, his face was itchy. He waved his arm and grabbed the little hand that was causing trouble on his face, put it into his mouth and bit it lightly, "Nier, good morning!"
"Good morning!" She gave him a good morning kiss, stretched out and sat up, looking at him curiously, "You get up early every time, but today you learned how to stay in bed!"
