The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

"You want to know?"

"Uh-huh."

"Then you swear that you will never cause me trouble again."

Han Muye looked at his troubled look, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a doting smile that he didn't even notice.

Bai Lin had a bitter face, as much aggrieved as he wanted.

"Okay, okay, I just thought of it and I don't know if it can work. I have to think about it, it's so late, let's go to rest first!" Han Muye stopped teasing him, "I'll tell you tomorrow .”

They tossed and tossed in the hospital for a long time, and they ate a couple of bites for dinner casually, so they really didn't have much energy.

Bai Lin also felt a little sleepy, and wanted to go back to sleep, but when he saw Han Muye still leaning on the sofa, he hesitated for a moment, and opened his mouth in great confusion.

"Why don't I help you with the medicine first."

Han Muye thought it would be inconvenient for him to have an injury on his hand, so he agreed.

He motioned to Bai Lin to help him take off his upper body clothes, then changed his posture, lying on the sofa to expose his back.He suffered the most saps and fists on his back, and there were many large bruises on his skin, making him look very hideous.

Bai Lin took out the medicine bottle, carefully poured the medicinal oil in his hand and pressed it down, rubbing it over and over again.

The process of rubbing away the blood was not so pleasant, Han Muye hissed and gasped from time to time, until he put on his clothes, his head was covered in cold sweat.

Bai Lin helped people to the end, and after taking the medicine, he helped him into the room, his movements were so gentle that it was as if he was treating a glass man.

This feeling was very novel, and what surprised him even more was that he was used to seeing Bai Lin's unreliable appearance, and suddenly saw that he could take care of patients in a decent manner. examine each other.

And after sending the person to the bed here, Bai Lin ran out again with a grunt, and it took a long time before he came in with a basin of water and a towel.

"Let me wipe your face." Han Muye was overwhelmed by the flattery. He really didn't expect that a person who can't clean the floor usually is really good at taking care of others.Originally subconsciously wanted to refuse, but somehow he couldn't say a word when the words came to his lips.

Bai Lin took it as his acquiescence, wrung out the towel and carefully wiped the sweat on his forehead.

When the warm towel touched his skin, Han Muye got goose bumps all over his body.

He is lying on the bed now, he can only look up at Bai Lin's face that is a bit baby fat and tense, the tropical and childish face is incompatible with the serious and affectionate, unexpectedly there is a kind of cute contrast.

It was the first time to do these things, Bai Lin thought he would be in a hurry, but he didn't expect that the chain didn't drop even once in the middle of the process. His mood, which was so bad before, improved a lot, especially when he saw Han Muye's admiring eyes. Feel full.

This feeling is so strange.

Bai Lin put the towel back into the basin, twisted two handfuls and applied it to Han Muye's face again.That feeling became more and more intense when he met those shining eyes, weird but very familiar.

He didn't know if he had had such an experience before. As a member of many systems, he more or less had the experience of erasing his memory. Forgetting some things was just a common occurrence for him.Even for the first few tasks, he couldn't recall those details.

For the first time in his life he felt a tinge of regret for his forgotten experiences.