Bo Zhanye narrowed his eyes: "I'm just a wounded patient, what do you think I'm going to do?"
"Still...what do you want me to do?"
"No!" Fu Xixi shook her head quickly: "You take off your clothes as soon as you come in, which makes people think a lot."
Bo Zhanye explained with a dignified expression: "After a good sleep, I want to scrub my body. Don't you know that the wound hurts and the human body sweats easily?"
Fu Xixi really didn't know.
And she didn't know why she suddenly thought of that.
She was extremely embarrassed and said: "Then wipe it and wash it well. I'll go out and wait for you."
"Stop." Bo Zhanye stopped her: "Are you going to leave the injured person here? Let him do it alone?"
Fu Xixi paused: "I'm going to call the nurse." Anyway, she didn't want to wipe him.
Bo Zhanye: "I don't like other people touching my body, not even looking at it."
"..."
"Then I'll call Mo Nanxi."
"Men can't do it either, so I need you." It's direct and clear and cannot be resisted.
Fu Xixi looked heartbroken: "But..."
"But what?" Before he finished speaking, Bo Zhanye locked her eyes with unusually deep eyes and asked rhetorically:
"I am an injured patient now and you are a pregnant woman. Are you worried about what I will do to you?
Or what will you do to me?
Only if your mind is impure and your mind is unclean will you think too much about embarrassment."
Ahem!
Whoever has impure thoughts and unclean brains!
"Just wipe!" Fu Xixi clenched her palms, mustered up her courage, walked over, picked up a bucket of hot water, walked up to Bo Zhanye, and took off his pants directly.
The movements are quite neat and fast.
Bo Zhanye couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Why are you so anxious? Those who know believe you are taking care of the patient, and those who don't know think you can't wait to see my body."
"..."
Is this man finished yet?
Are you just teasing her out of pure intention!
Too lazy to pay attention to him, Fu Xixi chose to ignore his body and teasing, twisting the towel and wiping his body little by little.
From shoulders to chest, chest to waist, the whole process is calm.
But when she saw the tattoo leaping on the muscles, it felt like something flew into her heart, causing her to become confused.
"Is this tattoo the couple tattoo they mentioned before?"
Bo Zhanye lowered his eyes and glanced: "Well. Speaking of which, you haven't looked at it carefully."
They were too busy when they were newly married, then she got sick, and then she was kidnapped, so they didn't have much time together.
Fu Xixi simply thinks this tattoo is a bit special.
The most important thing is: "I didn't expect that someone as noble and elegant as you would get a tattoo. I feel a little out of place and inexplicably wild and beautiful."
Is this a compliment?
Bo Zhanye's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he held her little hand:
"Tattoos look sexier when they are stained with sweat. I will test it for you after the injury heals."
Ahem...
Sweat...
Fu Xixi subconsciously realized that this sweat was not that sweat, and it completely represented some kind of exercise!
Her little face turned red, she took her little hand out of his big hand, picked up the towel and threw it at him:
"Who just said that my mind was impure? It was obviously you!"
"Uncle, shameless!"
After saying that, he walked out angrily.
That small gesture made Bo Zhanye's lips bloom with warmth.
The little woman is still the same as before, unable to withstand ridicule.
interesting.
...
"Miss Bo, where is Xiaoye?" Outside, Fu Xixi met Zhao Xinlan as soon as she left the ward.