The force instantly relaxed, and his fingers massaged her scalp.
Sheng Mian was worried that the foam would get into her eyes, so she didn't dare to open them.
Fu Yancheng also considered this problem, so he pulled her back and let her lean on him.
She turned her face slightly upward so that no bubbles would get into her eyes.
Sheng Mian felt relieved and opened her eyes.
But Fu Yancheng was standing, and she was sitting, with no clothes on. When she raised her head in this position, her eyes met with his.
The atmosphere is somewhat ambiguous.
I thought that one of them must avoid looking away, but no one did, they just looked at each other.
In the end, Fu Yancheng was the first to look away because he had to use a nozzle to wash away the foam.
When she felt the hot water flowing through her head, Sheng Mian realized that she blushed a little.
Fu Yancheng washed her hair, put bath foam on the bath ball, and cleaned her whole body carefully.
After rolling by the river for so long, she smelled like grass.
But now her body is filled with the scent of shower gel.
After half an hour, Fu Yancheng took the towel aside, wrapped her up, hugged her, and placed her directly on the sofa outside.
"I'm going to take a bath, and I'll come out and apply medicinal wine on you."
Sheng Mian held the bath towel and nodded slowly.
Fu Yancheng's own trouser legs were also dirty, and now he was almost soaked through. He grabbed the pajamas on the side and entered the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, he came out wiping his hair, went to the cabinet downstairs to find medicinal wine, and pushed the hair away from her shoulders.
"It will hurt a little."
In fact, Sheng Mian was stunned by his face when he just stepped out of the bathroom, especially his hair dripping with water, the collar of his pajamas open to his chest, and his whole body was filled with hormonal charm.
She tilted her head to one side so that he could apply the medicinal wine.
When the medicinal wine hit her skin, she didn't feel any pain at first until his hand pressed on that area.
"It must be combined with special techniques to facilitate absorption and be patient."
A burning sensation instantly rushed through her pores, and Sheng Mian frowned in pain.
Fu Yancheng put his hands on her shoulders, but his eyes fell on the side of her face.
She lowered her eyelashes, probably feeling unbearable. Her eyelashes occasionally trembled and her breathing became heavier.
Her hair was tucked behind her ears, and the slap marks on her cheeks were almost gone, but some traces could still be seen.
She looks like this, with a sense of brokenness all over her body, which is pitiful.
He looked away and said in a calm tone, "Take off the towel. There are bruises on your back and waist."
Sheng Mian froze, holding a piece of fabric hesitantly.
Fu Yancheng lowered his head and pulled her away, pushing her directly into his arms and letting her lie down.
Sheng Mian was so angry that she wanted to get up, "Fu Yancheng!"
"Don't move."
His hands were cold, and he poured medicinal wine on the bruises on her back and pressed them.
Sheng Mian lay in his arms and said nothing because of the stinging pain all over her body.
After rubbing your back, follow up with your waist.
Her waist was relatively sensitive, not to mention that when his fingertips pressed there, she always felt that she had crossed the line, because his fingertips would occasionally touch the side near her chest, causing her cheeks to turn red.
After pressing it, she was exhausted and exhausted, so she just lay there.
Fu Yancheng pushed him away and got up to go to the bathroom.
Sheng Mian drowsily opened her tired eyes and saw that somewhere in him stood up.
With a dark face, he went in to wash his hands and washed each finger with hand sanitizer. When he came out, he saw that Sheng Mian had sat upright.
She was wearing a bath towel casually, and her exposed legs were white and straight.
The fire that Fu Yancheng finally extinguished suddenly started burning again.
He subconsciously rolled his Adam's apple twice, feeling that the scene was full of hazy beauty, half-hidden by a pipa.
He didn't ask her to leave, and she didn't take the initiative to say that she wanted to leave.
The two of them were in a stalemate with a tacit understanding.
Finally, as if he had made a decision, he strode towards her, pulled her close to him, held her neck, and kissed her forcefully.
His other hand was placed on her chin. This position of absolute control made him want to ask for more.
Sheng Mian was almost forced to look up, almost out of breath from his kiss.
A layer of mist rose up under his eyes, and his lips were moistened and turned red.
Fu Yancheng sat next to her, hugged her on his lap, and took off her bath towel without hesitation.
His pajamas are also bathrobes, which is very convenient.
Sheng Mian's shoulder was injured and her waist hurt. Before she could get off her legs, he had already broken in.
His sharp and raised eyebrows instantly turned red, and his hands wrapped around her waist.
"Don't move, I've been thinking about it for a long time."
Sheng Mian looked at this amazing face and opened her mouth to say something, but he kissed her.