President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

in the bedroom.

After Song Runian took a simple shower, she sat on the edge of the bed and wiped her hair.

At this time, Bao Si Bai walked in.

Song Runian pretended not to see it, and continued to work with her head buried.

A few seconds later, a large dry towel fell on top of her head, covering her face.

Song Runian stretched out his hand to tear off the towel, and said sullenly, "Bo Sibai, what are you doing?"

"My back is wet, I'm not afraid of catching a cold, so I really don't treat myself as a patient?" Bao Si Bai said in a deep voice.

The anger on Song Runian's face froze instantly.

She draped the towel on her shoulders embarrassingly, and said softly, "Thank you."

"En." Bao Sibai nodded.

Then the atmosphere in the room fell into a strange embarrassment, neither of them said anything, and the surroundings were silent.

In the end, it was Bao Sibai who lifted his thin lips first, and said in a stiff tone, "Take off your clothes, and I'll put a plaster on you."

what?

Song Runian widened her clear almond eyes in astonishment, and almost choked on her own saliva.

She originally wanted to ask Bao Si Bai if he was joking, but when she looked down, she really saw a corner of the plaster in the man's palm.

isn't it?

Does Bo Si Bai really want to put a plaster on her?

But, isn't Bo Si Bai not caring about her...

Song Runian felt a little embarrassed, and refused bluntly, "Let Mama Wu come and give me the medicine."

"Mama Wu is already asleep."

"Why is it so early? It's only less than ten o'clock now. I'll go downstairs to have a look."

With that said, Song Runian was about to stand up.

In the end, Bao Si Bai directly pushed her against the edge of the bed, and then pushed her back, and she lay on the bed.

Bao Si Bai's hands were crisp and sharp, lifting up her silk pajamas, which were as thin as a cicada's wing.

A large piece of jade-like skin was exposed to the air, exuding a faint fragrance of roses, and the long crow-blue hair was scattered wantonly.

Like a mermaid just landed.

Bao Sibai's bottomless pupils flickered slightly, and his Adam's apple rolled even more, "Don't move, lie down, the plaster will be useless if it is applied crookedly."

Song Runian had no choice but to lie obediently and not move, but her heart was about to jump out.

More suffering is yet to come.

Bao Sibai's calloused fingertips brushed across her back, which was obviously just a very ordinary physical contact, but she couldn't help trembling, her ears were so red that they were about to bleed.

It took less than a minute to put on the plaster, but it seemed like a century to her.

After finally putting on the plaster, she quickly turned over and sat up, wrapping herself tightly with a bath towel.

"Thank you, Young Master Bo. If there's nothing else to do, I'll rest." Song Runian said hastily.

Bo Sibai didn't object, and turned to leave.

It's just that he just went to the bathroom to get a hair dryer, then returned to the edge of the bed and began to blow-dry Song Runian's hair.

Amidst the noise of the hair dryer, Song Runian was in a daze.

No, what is the situation?

Why is it so good? Bao Sibai ran over to give her some medicine, and even helped her to dry her hair.

Just when he was wondering, Bao Si Bai spoke, his voice hoarse and deep, "You were downstairs just now, what you said was wrong."

"what?"

"Someone cares about you, Mama Wu, Pingbao, Anbao, Tuanyuanyuan...and me."

Song Runian turned her head away, looking at Bao Sibai suspiciously and solemnly.

"Understood?" Bao Sibai looked serious, "So don't make fun of your body from now on, it's very irresponsible to you and others."