Chapter 81: Trying to Flirt but Getting Flirted
This bastard actually dared to bite her neck. He bit her and even—
Do you think she's jelly? Really...
He was holding one of her hands, and she couldn't push him away with the other hand. This guy was so heavy that she felt like a mountain was pressing down on her.
His head rubbed her neck restlessly, and his low, hoarse murmur echoed in her ears, which was also a torment for Su He.
Su He took a deep breath and calmed himself down.
"Jiang Yan, let's get up and drink the hangover soup first, okay? It'll help with the headache."
She rested her chin on his broad shoulder and whispered in his ear.
"Just be obedient, okay? Drink the hangover soup and you won't feel so bad."
If they weren't husband and wife now, she would have kicked him away.
I even coaxed him to get up and drink sobering soup. It was just a dream.
After her repeated coaxing, he finally responded.
He half-raised his body, his deep eyes still looking at her in confusion. Su He suddenly felt lighter and more comfortable.
Then she helped him sit up and gave him some sobering soup.
"Come, drink it, and the pain will go away."
The man glanced at the hangover soup in front of him, his voice a little hoarse, and said "hmm", but did not reach out his hand.
Su He:?
Two seconds later, she understood.
After feeding him, she said, "Then lie down and rest."
The man's brows knitted together, his thin lips parted slightly, and he spat out three words sparingly, "No, it's dirty."
If he hadn't looked dazed and drunken, she would have thought he was sober.
Su He had a headache. If he hadn't woken up just now, she might have been able to wipe his body, but now he was awake -
She said, "Wait a minute, I'll get you some pajamas, you can change into them before going to sleep."
With that, she got up and went to his cloakroom.
But when she came out, the man who was sitting on the bed was gone. She turned her head to look at the bathroom and heard the sound of water splashing in the bathroom.
Depend on!
Did he go to take a shower?
Without thinking too much, she walked straight to the bathroom and pushed open the door, saying in a slightly nervous voice, "Jiang Yan, you can't take a shower now!"
However, what she saw was that the man had taken off his shirt and was standing in front of the washbasin, about to wipe his body with a towel.
Su He: ...
She was stunned for a few seconds and said, "Excuse me, wipe it slowly."
But as soon as she turned around, someone grabbed her wrist.
A low, mellow, hoarse voice reached her ears, "Wait a minute, help me wipe my back, your hands can't reach it."
One minute later.
Su He stood behind the man with a towel in his hand.
He has a tall and strong spine, perfect muscles, broad shoulders, a toned waist, and straight thighs. It is a perfect body shape, full of strong male hormones.
She couldn't help but sigh that this man not only had a bewitching face, but also had a great figure.
Any normal person would be moved when seeing this scene.
But this kind of heartbeat has nothing to do with love, it is purely physiological.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and silently said in her heart: There is no distinction between men and women in front of the doctor.
The man looked through the mirror on the washstand at the indifferent woman standing behind him, and a curve appeared on his cold lips.
Just after she finished wiping his back and was about to leave, she saw the man in front of her suddenly put one hand on the edge of the washbasin, with the other hand covering his body, his head slightly lowered, and she heard him let out a muffled groan.
She stepped forward subconsciously and asked, "What's wrong?"
She saw his hand covering his stomach, and a thought flashed through her mind, "Stomach pain?"
The man seemed to be trying hard to suppress the pain. He uttered a "hmm," and then he said, "Don't worry, it's late. Go get some rest. I'll bear it for a while and it will be over."
She really wanted to go back just now. He could stand up, so he should have no problem taking care of himself.
But now, after hearing his words, she couldn't leave, nor could she stay.
If we leave him here alone and he faints without anyone noticing, that would be a big problem.
It is probably caused by drinking alcohol, which has caused damage to the gastric mucosa.
As a doctor, she couldn't just turn a blind eye, especially since this man was her legal husband.
"I'll get you some medicine. Let me help you out first." She said, holding onto his strong arm.
When her cold and slender hands covered his hot skin, a strange look flashed across the man's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.
Su He didn't think too much at this moment. She was just thinking about getting medicine for him as soon as possible.
Then she hurried out and went downstairs.
She remembered that there was a medicine box in the living room. The last time she looked at it, the medicines inside were quite complete. If she remembered correctly, it should have the kind she wanted.
Two minutes later, she came in with medicine and a glass of warm water.
The man was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head down, as if he was enduring the pain.
"Here, eat it."
Su He handed him the medicine. The man took it, tilted his head back, swallowed it directly, then took the cup of water from her hand and drank a few sips.
She looked at the man's perfect jawline and said unhappily, "You, you can't drink, but you're drinking with my uncle. Aren't you asking for trouble?"
Then, she met his pair of deep and gentle eyes. At this moment, he was not aggressive at all, just like a wounded large dog that needed to be coaxed, and his whole body exuded a sense of fragility.
Then she realized that he hadn't put on his clothes yet, which she had momentarily ignored as her thoughts were on his stomach.
She glanced at his attractive abdominal muscles and snorted. She reached out and picked up the pajamas beside her and threw them to him, "Put on your clothes."
The man glanced at her, then lowered his eyes to look at the clothes, and said in a childish tone: "Help me put it on, I don't have the strength."
Su He thought he was hallucinating, "You..."
But just as she was about to retort, she saw his brows furrowed, a sick look on his handsome face, which made her heart soften instantly.
As for why he felt soft-hearted, it was probably because the doctor saw the overflowing love for the patient.
She could only comfort herself in this way.
"Okay, young master, I'll help you put it on." She said with a click of her tongue.
She walked up to him, picked up her pajamas, and looked down at him, "Raise your hands."
The man heard what she said and did what she said.
After putting on the clothes, the man said slowly and solemnly, "And the pants."
The look he gave her was somewhat innocent yet somewhat cautious, and he was playing the victim and acting weak.
Su He frowned slightly. Why did she always feel that this man did it on purpose?
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