He Bing got up from the bed, "Put on your clothes and get ready for dinner!"
After saying that, He Bing left the room.
Ye Ming put on his clothes, and soon the maid brought millet porridge, "Sir, this is the porridge that the eldest lady asked me to cook for you. The eldest lady is very concerned about your health."
Ye Ming took a look and saw that the fragrant pork ribs and millet porridge, as well as several refreshing and delicious side dishes, were all made by her.
His heart suddenly felt soft and full.
...
Ye Ming was lying on the sofa. He was not asleep, but just closed his eyes and rested.
I don't know how long it took, but there was a "click" and the door to the room opened.
There was a series of light footsteps in his ears, and then his vision went dark, as someone stood beside his sofa.
Ye Ming slowly opened her eyes. He Bing was back. She stood by the sofa and looked at him.
"Why don't you go to bed and sleep?" He Bing asked.
"That's your bed."
"Didn't you sleep in my bed too?"
"..."
At this time, He Bing reached out and touched his empty trouser legs.
"What are you doing?" Ye Ming grabbed her slender wrist and refused to let her touch it.
"Let me see."
"Where are you looking?"
"Look at your amputation."
Ye Ming pursed her thin lips, revealing a bit of self-mockery in her casual voice, "Is there anything good that will scare you?"
So, he wears long pants?
He wears pants when sleeping, probably because he doesn't want others to see him.
"I haven't seen it before. I'm very curious. I want to take a look." He Bing wanted to break free from his imprisonment.
But Ye Ming refused.
At this time, He Bing's hand slipped to his handsome shoulder and pushed him down on the sofa.
Her strong waist and abdomen pressed down, and she sat up directly.
Now, she was sitting on his waist, with the man on the bottom and the woman on top.
This ambiguous posture made Ye Ming's eyes ablaze, "Does your husband allow you to sit on a strange man like this?"
He Bing used his small hands to untie the belt around his waist, "Are you a strange man? We didn't do anything three years ago?"
He was not wearing the shirt and was bare-chested, but he was wearing trousers and a belt around his waist.
Ye Ming pressed her little hand and called her name in a deep voice, "He Bing, I know you hate me, but don't tease me like this!"
She has flirted with him many times.
He Bing pushed his big palm away, and flexibly opened his belt with his small hands, pulled down his trousers chain, and then pulled his trousers down, revealing the amputation of his right leg.
The place where he cut it off was red and swollen, like a perfect handicraft that had been broken into pieces and became incomplete.
He is no longer perfect.
He Bing stretched out his little hand and gently touched the place where he was cut with his soft fingertips.
Ye Ming didn't want He Bing to see his disability at this time, but now his disability has been completely exposed in her eyes.
The muscles all over his body became hardened one by one. He wanted to get up, but in mid-air, his tall and heavy body suddenly fell back into the sofa. All the feelings were concentrated on her soft little hand, and she fell from his
He slowly groped over the amputated limb with gentle and compassionate movements, as if he were treating a rare treasure.
Isn't she afraid?
Doesn't she dislike it?
He is really disabled now, but why is she still treating him so tenderly?
The dark eye sockets were turning red little by little, and his bulging Adam's apple rolled up and down. He felt that she was killing him.
This feeling was hundreds of times more stimulating than anything else. He had never tried this feeling before. The place where her little hands touched was numb, and her strong waist and abdomen spread out, impacting into her limbs.