Han Miao was startled and subconsciously retracted his foot. He asked Li Ao warily: "What are you doing!"
Li Ao pointed at her calf and looked at her with a deep look.
Han Miao looked at his face and asked tentatively, "Do you want to apply medicine to me?"
Li Ao nodded.
Han Miao breathed a sigh of relief. "Give me the medicine, I'll do it myself," she said. Although she was plump and thick-skinned, she was actually quite thin-skinned. She couldn't accept having a boy apply medicine and rub her legs.
Too ambiguous.
Li Ao acted as if he didn't hear her words. He once again held Han Miao's feet, quickly took off her flat boots, and rolled up her fleece jeans to expose her injured calf.
The girl's legs are very fleshy, not very fat, but soft when pinched.
It was also the first time for Li Ao to do this for a girl, and his ears turned red with embarrassment. Staring at the scars on Han Miao's legs, the romantic thoughts in Li Ao's heart quickly calmed down.
He hurt Han Miao last night.
Li Ao's eyes became full of self-blame. He sprayed the medicine on Han Miao's calf and gently rubbed the scar with his warm palm.
Han Miao did not resist this time. She felt that Li Ao was a little paranoid. He would not give up unless he achieved his goal.
Han Miao couldn't persuade him, so he just went along with him.
The wound was a little painful when it was massaged, so Han Miao stared at Li Ao's face, trying to distract herself. She noticed that Li Ao's ears were red, so she pinched them.
So hot!
Li Ao's ears were pinched, and he suddenly looked up and looked at her with a strange expression.
Han Miao blushed and quickly withdrew his hand. His eyes darted around as he explained haphazardly, "Your ears look red, like you have a fever." Han Miao casually pointed to the drawer and said, "Do you have a thermometer at home? I think you should take your temperature. You might have a low-grade fever."
Li Ao lowered his head again and continued to massage the medicine into Han Miao. After the medicine was completely absorbed by Han Miao's body, Li Ao lowered her trouser legs.
Li Ao picked up the shoes and planned to put them on Han Miao himself.
Realizing Li Ao's intention, Han Miao quickly took back the shoes and put them on himself, saying as he put them on: "I'm not a baby. I don't need someone to put shoes on me."
Li Ao didn't say anything this time.
He put the medicine back into the medicine box and stuffed the medicine box into Han Miao's pocket.
Han Miao knew that Li Ao was thanking him for what happened last night.
This guy still has a conscience.
"Okay, I'll take the medicine. I'm leaving now. Happy New Year!" Han Miao waved his hand casually, opened the door and walked out.
After she left, Li Ao lowered his head and stared at his body, his expression becoming more and more strange.
After standing there for a while, Li Ao walked into the bathroom.
After a long while, Li Ao came out of the bathroom with a red face. He went to the studio and sat in front of the easel for a while before opening a box of crayons and drawing a leg on the drawing paper.
That leg is not very slender, and is even a little fat.
After finishing the drawing, he put down his pen and stared at the leg in a daze.
He felt like he was going to be sick.
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