Days dominated by wife-watching demons

"How could it be all right?" An Jing looked at the ferocious blood-red wound, which didn't match Ge Zijie's straight suit and exquisite face at all, "Why are you helping me block it, it's better to let that shelf smash it On me, anyway, I’m not afraid of pain.”

Ge Zijie's hand tightened a bit, squeezed An Jing's fingertips, and passed some warmth, "I'm not afraid of pain."

An Jing looked at her pale lips, her mouth moved and she didn't dare to say the words in her heart.

Whether you are afraid of pain or not, I feel sorry for you.

"Then if there are scars, you are also a girl, how can you meet people like this."

Ge Zijie is used to calling the wind and rain in the company. He heard a lot of people calling himself "director", "facial paralysis" and "devil" behind his back. This is the first time he heard someone call himself "girl", and he couldn't help but smile , but felt warm in his heart, "Tell me, I don't want to see anyone anymore."

"You." An Jing met her smiling eyes. Usually, she would not be able to accumulate the number of times Ge Zijie laughed today in a week, but now she doesn't care about happiness and appreciation at all. The more this person looks at herself, the more anxious she becomes. Unscrupulous, not caring about his injuries at all.

"With a scar, you don't like me anymore?" Ge Zijie raised his eyebrows.

An Jing's eyelids twitched, and there was a fear of the secret that had been carefully hidden for a long time being exposed, "I didn't."

She quickly refuted these three words, but her voice lacked any confidence, which only made Ge Zijie smile even more.

"I don't like me..." She purposely lengthened the end of her voice, so that An Jing's nervous eyes could be gathered, and then she tapped her lips with her hand, "Do this kind of thing to me?"

An Jing's brain exploded at the beginning, and there was not a single sane cell left. She concealed her thoughts for so long that she didn't even understand clearly, but in the end, she was exposed in person.

The messy mind couldn't think of a response at all, but this man was still unwilling to let go, his fingers scratched An Jing's palm, and the itching caused made her heart tremble.

"Ok?"

"I apologized to you...I shouldn't have done that."

"Don't apologize, I allow you to like it." Ge Zijie moved closer, staring directly at An Jing with deep eyes, and the voice lingering in her ear was like a spell, "This is your privilege."

Just now, the head of a stuffy cannon rang, and at this moment, fireworks were set off, blasting An Jing's rational line, "You, what are you talking about?"

"I won't say the same thing a second time."

The atmosphere was disturbed by Ge Zijie for a while, and An Jing couldn't talk to her about the wound.

Ge Zijie looked serious, and he could talk more than anyone else, and if she asked her to bring the topic to a restricted place, An Jing felt that she could not sleep tonight.

The inability to communicate could not stop An Jing from secretly worrying. As soon as she got home, she turned on her computer and started searching for medicines for scar removal. She carefully took out her notebook and wrote down a few good reputations. She even went to Baidu to check the dispensing list. The properties of all medicines were confirmed.She planned to go to the pharmacy to buy it the next day, but when she was done, she suddenly remembered something, stood up and walked outside.

She has lived in this villa for several months. She has been to the study room, dance practice room and even the studio, but only Ge Zijie's private bedroom has always been a forbidden area for her, and she dare not even think of knocking on the door.

But now she stands in front of this forbidden door, her arms raised high.

Taking a deep breath, the last two slaps on the door panel were soft and weak, "Director?"

Ge Zijie was unbuttoning her body in front of the mirror. Because her right hand was still stained with blood, she could only use one hand, and it was really laborious.

The first time she heard the knock on the door, she knew who the people were outside. The servants at home had been here for more than five years and knew her habits. No one would knock on the door without special instructions.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and the first thing An Jing saw when she entered the room was Ge Zijie's half-bare shoulders. There were still a few scratches on it that didn't go away, which were extremely conspicuous on her fair skin.

An Jing's face started to get hot after one glance, and she immediately turned her eyes away to stare at the wood grain on the floor. She was very familiar with these tricks, but she was caught by her own desperate hands that night, and she didn't expect to do it like this Heavy, it hasn't disappeared after a few days.

Thinking of this, she remembered the feeling of being close to Ge Zijie's warm body, as well as her muffled moan in her ears.

Grabbing two people who are so sensitive on the back, where did they have the face to say that they are not afraid of pain just now.

Ge Zijie took off his shirt in front of An Jing, without hiding anything, and turned to look at her.

"Shy?" She laughed, "You kept it all by yourself."

Only then did An Jing realize that Ge Zijie had seen the messy expressions on her face just now in the reflection of the changing mirror.

"I..." An Jing gave up the opportunity to defend herself, and changed to something serious: "This bag is the anti-inflammatory painkiller prescribed by the doctor, and you didn't take it."

After finishing speaking, she walked to the desk next to her, took out the medicines one by one and placed them on top, "This is three pills once a day, and half an hour before meals, take half a pill for anti-inflammatory..."

Ge Zijie put on a vest on his upper body. Except for the area that should be covered, the rest of his skin was exposed. This man was not shy at all, his back was straight, and he folded his arms calmly until An Jing finished speaking. Speaking out, but talking about a completely different topic.

"Close the door."

An Jing turned her head to look, and found that the door was not closed. She always felt uncomfortable in the same room with Ge Zijie now, and when she opened the door, she kept a way out in her heart, and if something happened, she could run quickly.

"Okay, then I'm going out, good night, Director." An Jing lowered her head and prepared to leave.

"Wait, close the door, you come in." Ge Zijie raised his injured hand, "I can't wash it alone."

"Oh." An Jing's body responded to Ge Zijie's order faster than her brain could think, and reflexively pushed the door shut with a backhand.

With a bang, she shook her back, looked up at Ge Zijie, and couldn't speak clearly, "Wash...Where do you wash?"

Ge Zijie didn't answer her words, turned around and walked straight to the bathroom. The suit pants without the belt were hanging loosely around her waist, feeling like there was a risk of falling off every step she took.

As soon as she entered, she turned on the warm light in the bathroom first, and the light powerfully passed through the glass door, hitting a bright yellow patch on the floor outside, which formed a strong contrast with An Jing's mood at this time.

She has no chance to refuse this kind of behavior of driving ducks to the shelves, or else... now she pretends not to hear Ge Zijie's words just now, is it too late to run away immediately?

"Why are you standing there?" The people inside seemed to be waiting impatiently.

An Jing hesitated, "Here we come."

The first second she broke into the bathroom, An Jing regretted her recklessness, why didn't she knock on the door before she came in!

In just a short while, Ge Zijie had already stripped naked, wrapped his slender frame in a delicate skin and punched it there, burning An Jing's eyes more than any foreign supermodel.

The person concerned looked at An Jing blankly, with calm eyes, "Come in."

An Jing really panicked now, she almost slipped and fell to her knees directly on the tiles on the bathroom floor.

"I... I'm going to get something." An Jing tore off the thick bathrobe that was folded in the closet next to her, "Put it on first, don't freeze."

An Jing walked back to the room very quickly. After she was fully armed, she stood in front of the bathroom door nervously again.

Like the monk who rings the bell in the temple, An Jing's mood was extremely solemn and nervous when she knocked on the door, as if waiting for her at the back door was not an injured patient with limited mobility, but a giant beast in the deep forest that could easily bite off her head with her mouth open.

"Enter."

Ge Zijie was quite cooperative. The two of them came back and forth, which was more ceremonial than going to the examination room for an interview on weekdays.

An Jing suppressed the fluctuating heartbeat in her chest and forced herself to calm down.

Ge Zijie had already taken care of herself when An Jing went back just now, and sat in the steaming bathtub. The size of the bathtub was not small, and it could completely accommodate her two long legs, which were too good among girls.

She raised her eyes, and was stunned for a rare two seconds——An Jing didn't know where to find a sunglasses mask, covered her face firmly, and she was wearing a pair of transparent gloves, which looked like she was getting ready for surgery. Chief surgeon.

Doesn't this mean that Ge Zijie is the lamb lying on the operating table waiting to be slaughtered?

The director would never allow such a thing to happen, he raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, and said in a helpless tone, "What are these things?"

"I'm afraid it's inconvenient for you." An Jing replied with a normal face, but the answer in her heart was completely different.

Wearing sunglasses is to prevent her from seeing things she shouldn't see.

The mask is just in case, if I have an unnatural expression or blush, I will not be discovered.

The glove is purely to get rid of all the tactile sensations that may cause An Jing's memories of that night from the root.

"It's very convenient for me." Ge Zijie didn't give An Jing a chance to hide, his eyes were cold, and he seemed to be able to see through An Jing's thoughts through the pair of sunglasses that were too big, "Pick the things for me, you are wearing gloves How to wash your hair."

"Oh..." An Jing felt that what she said made sense, she only found a pair of rubber gloves, and she would definitely pull her hair when it got wet, "Then I'll take off a pair of gloves."

An Jing took off her gloves, washed her hands in a very sensible way, picked up one side of plastic wrap and wrapped Ge Zijie's arms in several thick layers, "The doctor said that touching water can easily cause inflammation, director, you have to be careful in the future, Inflamed wounds are not easy to heal, and the scars left behind are not easy to heal.”

An Jing was used to taking care of Anyang's big and small illnesses since she was a child. When encountering this kind of thing, people who usually don't say a word for a long time immediately become as verbose as an old lady.

She also seemed to realize that Ge Zijie lowered his eyes and didn't answer a word, not even an um.

"I'm sorry, I'm talking too much, you should know all this..." An Jing wrapped her up and glued it lightly with tape, but she still couldn't help saying, "Then you still have to be careful, you always don't treat yourself Take your body seriously."

"It's okay." Ge Zijie rested his head on his uninjured hand, looked sideways at An Jing's busy appearance, "Speak, I'll listen."

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