divorce?Think beautifully!

Chu Xiaoheng was dumbfounded, "Oh", and really sat back obediently, without saying a word, lost his usual vivid air, and became a little silly.

How could Fang Yan really fall asleep? The wound was really painful. Although it was not unbearable, it was really unbearable to have such intermittent pain all the time, and it would make people feel a little restless.

He opened his eyes a little, looked out, and saw Chu Xiaoheng with his arms on his knees, crossed, his legs close together, sitting obediently, with his upper body straight, just like a kindergarten kid.

For some reason, Fang Yan immediately recalled that her sister was sitting in the same posture when she came back from kindergarten when she was a child. She was a milky little girl, well-behaved, serious and serious...it was so cute.

It's a pity...she died in that fire.

Fang Yan thought of Jiang Jiang again, the girl with a similar pendant around her neck.

It was too hasty that day, he just glanced at it vaguely, and felt that it looked familiar, but he was not completely sure that it was the pendant.

After all... After his sister was buried in the sea of ​​fire more than ten years ago, he only found a few pieces of clothes, and the rest... nothing.

Could it be Jiang Jiang?

It's just that the heroic girl... none of her facial features are similar to her sister's, or it can be said that they are completely different.

There is no trace of my sister.

Fang Yan closed her eyes, frowned from time to time, her heart palpitations came on and off, and occasionally there would be waves, although they were all within the tolerable range and she was used to it long ago, but she still couldn't help feeling a little irritable and self-loathing.

He has struggled in this world for long enough, if there were not too many unfinished business, I'm afraid...he would have died long ago.

His father, mother, and younger sister all went to another world, and he was the only one here, so... so lonely.

Suddenly, a piece of moisture fell on the lips.

Fang Yan opened his eyes, glanced over, and saw that Chu Xiaoheng, who was still sitting obediently just now, went to get a new cotton swab, dipped it in warm water, and moistened his lips a little bit, with a very serious expression, as if he was doing something A big deal.

"Huh? Aren't you sleeping?"

It wasn't until the man's lips were almost moistened that Chu Heng stopped and put away the things in his hands. He caught a glimpse of his dark pupils from the corner of his eye and couldn't help being surprised.

"Can't sleep," Fang Yan stared at Chu Heng intently, her thin lips parted slightly, her voice was hoarse and soft, "I feel a little pain in my body."

"Is the wound hurting?" Chu Xiaoheng immediately became nervous when he heard it, leaned his head, pushed aside the quilt, and looked at the bandage carefully, "It seems... there is no blood seeping..."

"No," the man moved his body and frowned, "I've been lying down for a long time, my back hurts."

"Oh..." Chu Xiaoheng responded blankly, and stammered: "Then... what should I do then?"

Silly.

Fang Yan was mentally prepared this time, staring at Chu Xiaoheng, and said word by word, straightforward and simple, "Come here, sit on the edge of the bed, and rub it for me."

Chu Heng tilted his head, and suddenly realized, "Oh... yes, yes!"

He finally became smarter, ran to the bathroom to get hot water, scalded the hot towel, and ran back sweating profusely, half kneeling on the side of the bed, kneeling on it very carefully, holding the banquet Back, turned him over.

This person was extremely thin, with a protruding spine, and he was holding a strange hand. Chu Heng muttered a few words in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it. Instead, he turned up the temperature of the air conditioner in the room and slowly lifted the quilt.

Fang Yan was lying on the right side, just avoiding the wound from the left shoulder bone to the back of the shoulder, but... this posture is a little different and comfortable.

He frowned, raised his hand and rubbed it, the back of his white as jade hand was covered with bruises, still infused with fluid, and covered with snow-white adhesive tape.

I really want to see that guy's expression, but it's a pity I can't see it from this angle, so I can only... close my eyes and feel it.

After all... It is also rare for that guy to serve him willingly and without acting like a monster.

Chu Xiaoheng was doing what he was doing seriously, with no other distractions. He applied a hot towel to Fang Yan's waist muscles for a while, and felt that it was not so stiff, so he dripped essential oil on his palms and slowly melted them away with the temperature of his palms. Massage it up a little bit.

The smell of essential oil slowly diffused in the air, it was a faint scent of lavender, Fang Yan moved his nose, and after a while, his restless mind was eased little by little.

Although Chu Heng's massage techniques are not very professional, they are not bad. The fingers are well maintained, there are no calluses, and it is really comfortable to press.

The man closed his eyes, a little drowsy.

Hmm... What makes him most happy is that guy's quietness.

Compared with the usual noisy appearance, this kind of quietness is really rare, and it must be because of his injury, otherwise, leaning on that guy's congestive physique, he would have started chattering endlessly.

Chu Xiaoheng spent 1 thoughts on serving Fang Yan this time, and he was very serious. When he thought that this person was injured because of himself, he felt very distressed. He felt that if he suffered that, it might not be a big deal. A few more stitches, he is not afraid of his rough skin and thick flesh, but with Fang Yan's frail body, it is really... really frightening to suffer.

He is obviously such a weak person, why does he have to stand in front of him?He... he is strong and strong, does he still need to be protected?

After stroking the man's waist with his fingers, the touch was delicate, and Chu Xiaoheng wiped his hands until he was sure that the man's muscles had completely softened, and then used a hot towel to wipe off the remaining essential oil and water stains on the man again.

Hmm... seems to be asleep?

His eyeballs rolled around, and he poked his head to glance to the other side. He felt that this person's breathing was fairly steady, even and long, and his expression was relaxed, as if he was asleep.

babble-

Chu Xiaoheng licked his lips, glanced at the fair and delicate skin exposed on Fang Yan's back, his eyes were so greedy.

If...if this person wasn't sick, he would have...one...would have thrown him down and eaten him!

Chu Xiaoheng stared at it for a long time, reluctantly pulled down the hospital gown for Fang Yan, smoothed the folds, carefully avoided the pipeline, closed the quilt, and yawned long.

Forget it, the future is long, since the beauty has fallen into his hands, there is no reason to run away!

Or... Let's find out who is behind this incident first!

The young man went to the bathroom and poured out the water in the basin, washed out the towel, hung it aside, moved slowly, finally washed his hands, put his palms on the sink, and looked up at himself in the mirror.

A little embarrassed, a little haggard, and a little panicked.

Chu Heng pushed back the messy broken hair in front of his forehead, snorted coldly, raised the corners of his lips without any waves, and smiled grimly.

Many things are just because he doesn't like to care about his face, but it doesn't mean that he is a muddleheaded person!