Jiang Zhihao hurriedly walked over to help her up and said, "Stop picking it up. I'll clean it up later. Why didn't you call me?"
"I..." Wang Yingjun was a little embarrassed and said, "I thought I could do it, so I didn't want to disturb you."
"Why are you out here if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?" Jiang Zhihao asked.
Wang Yingjun's face turned a little red and she said in a slightly lower voice: "I want to go to the toilet..."
Jiang Zhihao was startled and suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and said: "Then let me help you over."
Wang Yingjun lowered her head and said nothing, obviously acquiescing.
When she reached the bathroom door, she said, "I can just go in by myself."
Jiang Zhihao naturally wouldn't force her. He nodded, turned on the light and closed the door for her.
After waiting at the door for a long time, Wang Yingjun didn't come out. Jiang Zhihao couldn't help but ask: "Are you okay?"
"No, it's okay, just wait for me..." Wang Yingjun's voice seemed a little anxious.
After waiting for about half an hour, Jiang Zhihao faintly heard sobbing.
He frowned slightly, knocked on the door and asked, "What's wrong with you? Can I come in?"
"Come in..." Wang Yingjun choked and said.
Jiang Zhihao turned the doorknob and went in, and then saw Wang Yingjun standing there with red eyes and face.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Zhihao asked puzzledly.
"I..." Wang Yingjun looked embarrassed, almost crying: "I can't take off my pants..."
Jiang Zhihao was slightly startled, looked at her arm, and then understood.
One hand is fractured and cannot move due to a cast. The other hand is also in severe pain. Under such circumstances, it is obviously very difficult to take off your pants and go to the toilet by yourself.
No wonder she was in it for so long. She must have been trying for a long time and still couldn't find a solution, so she became so anxious.
Jiang Zhihao didn't know whether to laugh or what to do, so he came over and asked, "Do you need my help?"
This question is simply nonsense.
Wang Yingjun lowered her head, and after a long while, she hummed softly.
Jiang Zhihao came over, reached for the belt, and reminded again: "Then I should take it off?"
Wang Yingjun's face was so red that it was almost bleeding. She gritted her teeth and said, "Can you stop asking?"
Jiang Zhihao laughed dumbly, didn't ask any more questions, held her next to the toilet, and then helped her take off her pants.
Even though he looked up like a gentleman and tried not to look at anything inappropriate, his fingers still inevitably came into contact with his body.
With every slight touch, you can feel the smoothness of Wang Yingjun's skin and the obvious trembling.
That feeling, like an electric shock, made both of them feel different emotions.
I helped her sit down on the toilet and waited for half a minute, but didn't hear any movement.
Wang Yingjun still lowered her head and said with a blushing face: "You, can you go out first..."
Only then did Jiang Zhihao react and quickly opened the door and went out.
After a while, Wang Yingjun shouted: "Come in..."
It was another blushing help. At this time, Wang Yingjun's cheeks were already hot, and her face was bright red from the tips of her ears to her neck.