Yan Zhuo didn't move, so to wash his hair, he just put the basin on the stool beside the bed and did it like a barber shop.

Sitting on the side, with the man's hair completely gathered together, I have to say, as a woman, Jiang Ying was envious!

The dog king has such great hair, long, straight and smooth, as black and shiny as satin. The key is that he probably hasn’t washed it for several days, but it’s still not oily!

She made two "gulps" and plucked twice, ignoring the few strands she had pulled off and slowly put them into the water.

Next to her was her personal shampoo, which she didn't have much left in the space. Every time she washed her hair, it was less, and Jiang Ying felt sad.

But forget about asking her to go through so many steps like washing her hair here!

Xiao Yan sat obediently on the inside of the bed, with his father's lying body blocking him from the outside and the wall from the inside to ensure that he would not fall.

As Jiang Ying didn't allow him to move, he blinked and watched his mother's movements curiously.

Of course, you need Huggies Bubbles.

In ancient times, people used soap nuts to wash their hair, but the shampoos did not produce much foam and were not as good as modern shampoos.

For example, now, not only Jiang Ying's hands were full of bubbles, but Yan Zhuo's entire head was almost submerged in bubbles.

"Awu~" The baby can't speak, but when he opens his mouth, his little baby voice is so cute.

While washing, Jiang Ying turned to look at him, "Why, you want to wash too?"

I looked up and couldn't help laughing, "Don't worry, your hair is still short, just wipe it off."

Small talk, "..."

[Humph! They are all excuses. It's obvious that she is obsessed with beauty. Look, she is even giving a massage to her scumbag dad! ]

Jiang Ying did massage Yan Zhuo as well. Head massage can stimulate his cerebral cortex to a certain extent, and maybe it can help him wake up sooner.

I just didn't expect... my son would be jealous too?

It's really funny.

The next second, when Jiang Ying was concentrating on his men and wasn't paying attention, the little guy quickly reached out and grabbed Yan Zhuo's forehead!

Jiang Ying said with a stern face, "You're not listening, are you? I told you not to bully daddy!"

At least not now.

"Ouch~"

[I didn’t!] Xiaoyan said angrily.

After a while, Jiang Ying found that the child really didn't have his father, so he quickly picked up some bubbles and studied them with his two chubby little paws with relish.

Jiang Ying: "..."

Experts say that when children suddenly become quiet, they must be doing something!

She didn't care whether she saw obstacles or not.

Whatever, at most I'll wash his hands later.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ying continued to massage diligently, trying to clear the blood vessels in Yan Zhuo's brain.

Little did he know that inserting her soft fingertips into the man's hair, pressing lightly, and rubbing back and forth, was an inhuman torture for Yan Zhuo, who had a sensitive area.

What's more, Jiang Ying was not limited to the head, but also to the chin and the base of the neck. When she touched the man's fleshy earlobe, she deliberately pinched it a few more times.

…

After a stick of incense, she was shocked to find, ah, why is the dog king's face so red?

Did she press the wrong acupuncture points and cause blood to flow into her head?

I didn't dare to press it immediately, so I stopped and quickly washed my hair, then patiently applied conditioner before finishing.

There was no hair dryer and the cotton cloth was not absorbent enough. Jiang Ying's eyes lit up and he decisively took out his hair dryer cap from the space and put it on the dog king.

I took a step back to admire it and couldn't help but bend over with laughter. The cute pink hair dryer cap and the handsome and resolute man's face, haha, it's a bit weird.

Fortunately, only her son saw it, otherwise if the news got out, the dog king would eat her!

Xiaoyan, [This hat... is a pity. It would look better if it were a different color. ]

Jiang Ying: What? Pink doesn't look good? What color do you want to change to, green?

Yan Zhuo: That’s not necessary!

Jiang Ying leaned over and was about to pick up his son when his eyes froze and he suddenly realized that Yan Zhuo's clothes were all stained, which were clearly clean just now. Then he looked at the monkey's clean hands. What was there to understand?

After playing with bubbles in love, why not just wipe his father's body?

This naughty kid!

With a "snap", Jiang Ying deliberately grabbed the boy's hand and rubbed it gently.

Obviously, she didn't feel any pain, but the drama-minded son's eyes became watery, his rosy little mouth pouted, and he looked pitiful, as if he was about to cry but couldn't.

You just pretend! Jiang Ying said in his heart, but after looking at her for a few times, he still felt reluctant to let her go. Otherwise, he would call her a monster.

"Si Yu! Si Yu!" He quickly asked someone to come in and take the little ancestor out to stop making trouble.

Siyu held the child and glanced at the bed, "Miss, shouldn't the prince change his clothes?"

Jiang Ying swept her eyes, good man, there was no dirt from a distance, but her face was wrinkled, as if she had done something unhealthy.

The next moment, Siyu heard her young lady's muffled voice, which was obviously gnashing her teeth, "Okay, change!"

Siyu asked cautiously, "Do you want me to help you..."

"No, you and Yinrui should take care of the child together."

Before the Dog King got well, she wouldn't care as long as she didn't get hurt.

But aren't we boyfriend and girlfriend now?

Moreover, Lord Dog has been single for more than 20 years and has never employed a maid. This good habit must continue!

She is very possessive of her boyfriend and doesn't want other women to see her man's body.

So, Jiang Ying slowly walked back to the bed, pointed a finger at the man's chest, and gently stroked it, "Yan Zhuo, did you hear me? Your clothes are dirty, I'm going to change them for you, you don't mind, do you?"

Yan Zhuo, "..."

Of course he didn't mind.

However, does this mean that you are definitely asking for permission but not notifying?

It was not until Jiang Ying tossed him over and over, stripping off his outer clothes like a pancake, that Yan Zhuo, whose body was unable to make any response and whose mind was full of random thoughts, suddenly realized something.

He... had just been massaged by a young woman and had his breasts hooked and teased, and his little brother seemed...

Is it still possible to say what you mean now?

No matter how anxious, embarrassed, and awkward the man felt, the next moment, Jiang Ying saw the small tent that had been erected between his legs.

Jiang Ying, "???"

What's going on? Why is there a physiological reaction?

Is Lord Dog so hungry?

However, some vegetative patients do seem to have normal physiological reactions. If he really can't wake up for several years, and his family wants to have children, they can even ask the doctor to manually retain his semen, or let a willing woman have sex with him...

Shit! Why is she thinking this?

Shaking his head, Jiang Ying put aside the bad thoughts that popped up uncontrollably and continued to undress the man.

There was nothing to be embarrassed about, after all, she had seen a lot of male ketones. During her internship, she rotated in various departments, and there were many men who had their penises surgically removed in the urology department.

Finally, after a long time of effort, only the last layer of fig leaf was left.

Jiang Yinggang reached out to touch the waist of his pants and found that the man's body seemed to tremble.

It was light, but she was sure.

Muscle contraction? These four words popped up in Jiang Ying's mind, and he immediately turned around and pulled open the man's eyelids. Unfortunately, there was no sign of him waking up.

Muscle tremors, eye opening, and even talking in sleep are not uncommon for vegetative people.

However, the more reactions you have, the better your body's functions are and the greater your chance of waking up.

"Yan Zhuo, are you trying to scare me on purpose?" Jiang Ying smiled and muttered to herself, "Then you underestimate me, my doctor, and I have expected anything that will happen to you now. For example, your little brother, uh...

"Why don't I help you now? Tell me, will you wake up after such a strong stimulation, huh?"