male model

Yang Zheng immediately refused: "No, you're covered in injuries, and you have two long cuts on your waist and shoulder. You should be grateful that you didn't need stitches. Getting it wet now will cause an infection."

He felt suffocated just thinking about Shen Anxia's hideous wounds.

Shen Anxia thought Yang Zheng made sense: "I can wipe it off and then change my clothes. I feel so uncomfortable right now, all sticky and my hair is so dirty." She turned her head to look at her messy hair and was speechless. She even felt that there was an indescribable smell on her hair, which made her feel disgusted.

"Okay, after you've had breakfast, I'll wipe it off for you, and then I can apply the medicine."

Just then, the takeout arrived. Yang Zheng took the takeout, placed it on the dining table, and returned to the bedroom. He watched as Shen Anxia slowly moved toward the bed. With each step, it seemed as if her muscles were being pulled and aching. And now, one of her feet was about to touch the floor.

He took two steps forward, picked up Shen Anxia in one scoop, and threatened, "If you move around, it will get even more swollen."

They placed her next to the dining table, then brought a chair to elevate her swollen foot, poured water for her to wipe her hands, and then she sat down at the table.

Shen Anxia watched him bustling about without saying a word, her lips pressed tightly together. She asked, "Are you angry?"

Yang Zheng denied it: "No."

Shen Anxia, ​​however, seemed to have discovered a new continent: "Yang Zheng, you're actually angry with me?!"

Yang Zheng denied it again, with a hint of helplessness: "I'm not angry with you."

"So who are you angry with?"

Yang Zheng said sullenly, "I can take good care of you. Just be well and call me if you need anything."

Shen Anxia understood and deliberately said, "So you were angry with yourself."

"I'm not angry," Yang Zheng emphasized again.

Shen Anxia suddenly wanted to tease him: "Even though that's what you say... you still can't help me take a bath."

Yang Zheng: "..."

"You can't even help me go to the toilet."

"..."

Shen Anxia smiled, resting her chin on her hand: "Mr. Yang, don't be afraid, I'm fine. I think I was very brave yesterday."

Yang Zheng realized that Shen Anxia wanted him to relax. He was amazed at how quickly she recovered from her trauma. He forced a smile and said, "I think you're brave too. Go eat."

Shen Anxia clasped her hands together, her eyes crinkling into hearts, and exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Wow! You're so handsome even when you just smile!"

Seeing her like this, Yang Zheng couldn't help but be amused and wanted to frown to scare her, but he couldn't manage to furrow his brows, so he could only laugh helplessly.

Seeing that this aloof and cold-faced male god, who had been tense and had a cold expression since last night, had finally relaxed, Shen Anxia began to eat.

After breakfast, Shen Anxia skipped to the bathroom, resolutely refusing to let Yang Zheng accompany her.

But she wanted to wash and change the sheets and duvet cover, but she couldn't do it herself no matter what.

Yang Zheng didn't say anything. He put her on the sofa, fetched some water and wiped her arms and legs, then disinfected the necessary areas and applied Yunnan Baiyao. As usual, he massaged her ankles with safflower oil, and then fetched water to wash her hair.

After drying her hair, Shen Anxia praised, "With these looks and this service, Yang Zheng, you would definitely make money if you opened a male model shop."

“Chen Anxia,” Yang Zheng was speechless, having been bombarded with praise, or rather, teasing, from Shen Anxia all day. He asked, “What are you trying to do?”

Shen Anxia continued flirting in a serious tone: "I want to see my idol smile at me gently like before, I also want him to open a shop and earn money to support me, and... I also want to see male models."

"Are you crazy, Shen Anxia?" Yang Zheng was utterly shocked by her outburst. A helpless smile welled up in his eyes as he gritted his teeth and asked, "Is this something you can say? You want to see male models???"

Shen Anxia asked spiritedly, "Is that alright?"

Yang Zheng took a deep breath and whispered, "Aren't you afraid I'll be so angry I'll die?" He changed the subject and asked, "Do you need to change your clothes?"

Shen Anxia looked at her feet and pouted, "Could the male model help me scrub my back?"

"Heh..." Yang Zheng let out a long breath, threw the towel in his hand into the water with a splash, water splashed all over the ground, and the next second, he leaned in and kissed Shen Anxia.

Her breathing became erratic, her temperature rose sharply, and her lips and teeth became sticky. His fingertips traced her cheeks, stroked her neck, gently rubbed her shoulders, and then traced her arms inch by inch, causing Shen Anxia to shudder wherever they went. Finally, his hand slipped between her fingers and gently grasped hers.

Shen Anxia's fingers slowly tightened, interlocking tightly with Yang Zheng's hand.

This action caused Yang Zheng to lose control. The sucking on his lips turned into a plunder, and the force gradually increased. His reason had been devoured by the sleepless night and pain of the past day and night, and he was overwhelmed by fear and despair. He leaned forward, put Shen Anxia down on the sofa, grabbed her wrist, raised it above his head, and pressed it down with one hand. Shen Anxia's wound was pulled, and she frowned, but she still continued to ask Yang Zheng for a kiss.

Yang Zheng completely lost his senses.

Shen Anxia's other hand, which wasn't restrained, also reached out and pulled out the hem of Yang Zheng's shirt.

However, Yang Zheng's clothes were well-tailored, and Shen Anxia's hands were trapped under the hem of the clothes, unable to go any higher.

The breathing became heavy.

Yang Zheng nestled one leg between Shen Anxia's legs, supporting his weight with one elbow, lifting his upper body slightly. He released his grip on Shen Anxia's wrist, unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his hard, muscular physique, took her hand, and placed her palm against his chest, which held a hidden strength. Then, he stroked her slightly open neckline up to her milky-white shoulders, sliding down her back little by little.

Shen Anxia half-undressed, her palms sliding from Yang Zheng's chest to his shoulders, then around his neck. Her back was tense as she tried to lift her soft waist, but she accidentally aggravated the scratch on her waist.

"Hmm..."

A painful groan escaped from Shen Anxia's throat, instantly pulling Yang Zheng back to his senses.

He released her and helped her sit up straight. He then helped Shen Anxia to check the wound on her lower back, which was indeed two centimeters long and had reopened.

Yang Zheng frowned again, took a gauze soaked in medicine powder to apply the medicine to her, and after applying the medicine, he pulled up her pajamas and buttoned them up.

"Sit down for a while," he gently kissed Shen Anxia's forehead, "I'm going to take a shower first."

Then he took out casual clothes from the backpack next to the sofa and went into the bathroom.

After closing the door, Yang Zheng put his clothes into the moisture-proof bag and leaned against the wall next to the sink, feeling as if all his strength had been drained away.

He almost broke his promise just now.

If it hadn't aggravated her wound.

I almost slept with her.

The taste of her lips still lingered on his lips, and the warmth of her body still lingered in his palms. He had a feeling that An Xia was doing it on purpose.

Whether she was afraid of blaming herself too much, or was seeking a sense of security after being frightened last night, she was somewhat unsure of what she was doing.

Their relationship had never crossed any lines, and there's only one reason why it's like this now.

Yang Zheng's murderous aura surged uncontrollably. The image of her stumbling and fleeing in disheveled clothes yesterday resurfaced in his mind. Recalling her terrified and desperate eyes, he unconsciously clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.

He was brimming with energy, but didn't know where to release it. Thinking that Shen Anxia was still sitting alone in the living room, Yang Zheng's slender fingers touched his forehead and massaged his temples. At this moment, his head was throbbing with pain.

Anxia didn't want him to be scared, but she herself was clearly scared.

But unlike others, she is actively trying to get over last night's nightmare.

They are trying to save themselves.

I could see his fear.

Save him too.

However, she acted rashly and recklessly in her attempts to save herself and him.

What a wonderful girl! Yang Zheng is so lucky.

If she feels that flirting can help her forget her fears and find a sense of security, then go ahead and flirt with her.

Having figured all this out, Yang Zheng started taking off his clothes and took a shower as quickly as possible.

The lust in Shen Anxia's eyes hadn't faded, and her face was flushed. Watching Yang Zheng flee into the bathroom as if escaping, she put her hand behind her back and touched the wound that had just been pulled.

The description of him as a cold and aloof male god is truly well-deserved.

She thought she could control herself, but she didn't expect to lose control too.

Fortunately, her wound twitched, causing the two of them to turn around.

She slowly moved to the basin of hot water that Yang Zheng had prepared, tested the water temperature and found it was still hot. She wrung out the towel in the basin, unbuttoned her pajamas, and wiped the areas that Yang Zheng hadn't been able to reach.

Although you can't bring a bathtub, at least it's less sticky.

She can turn her shoulders very wide with her fingers interlocked, but the abrasions on her arms will be pulled, and she has to give up on the parts of her back that she can't reach.

Then she hopped back to her bedroom, grabbed some clean underwear, and changed.

Finally, I tried changing the bedding set.

The bathroom door opened, and Yang Zheng, already dressed, walked into the living room while drying his hair with a towel in his hand.

Passing by the bedroom, he saw Shen Anxia pulling at the duvet cover. He draped a towel aside, took the duvet cover from her, and said to Shen Anxia, ​​"Sit on the edge of the bed and put your feet up."

Shen Anxia moved back a little, leaning against the headboard. The feeling of Yang Zheng's chest just now kept flashing in her mind, and her face flushed again. She secretly glanced at Yang Zheng with her big eyes.

Yang Zheng had been watching her closely, so how could he not notice Shen Anxia's little actions? He put the quilt cover he had pulled off into the laundry basket, stopped what he was doing, and asked Shen Anxia in a teasing tone, "What, didn't you get enough of touching me just now?"

Shen Anxia's entire body, from her cheeks to her ears to her neck, instantly turned red.

Seeing her visibly flushed face, Yang Zheng teased, "If you haven't had enough, you can touch me to your heart's content now."

Shen Anxia: "..."

The seal was broken after this person took a bath?

Yang Zheng continued recklessly, "Just consider it a gift from the male model."

Shen Anxia's pupils widened: "..."

“But,” Yang Zheng walked up to Shen Anxia, ​​propped himself up on the headboard with one arm, and leaned down to say to her, “you can only touch here. Don’t even think about anything else.”

He held her hand and placed it over his heart.

Shen Anxia touched Yang Zheng's firm pectoral muscles through his clothes, and immediately withdrew her hand as if burned, asking intermittently, "Are you... crazy...?"

"Who's the madman here?" Yang Zheng looked at the paper tiger in front of him and laughed. "Who wants to see male models? Who wants me to open a shop to provide services? I'll fulfill all your wishes here, so why are you backing down?"

Shen Anxia is the kind of person who will fight back when there is no way to retreat. She raised her head and asked arrogantly, "I have other wishes, I want other gifts, but I'm afraid you won't dare to give them to me."

Yang Zheng straightened up, put his hands in his pockets, and said, "After we get back to Yi'an, we'll get married right away. You can have whatever gift you want."