Chapter 32 Back application of medicine
The subsequent close-up shots went exceptionally smoothly.
Wang Xing was obviously very satisfied with the scene, and his attitude became much gentler during the subsequent filming process.
When we finished work, it was already dark.
Shi Qing and Wu Xiao were walking in front, and Sheng Han noticed Shi Qing's strange behavior from behind.
She walked very slowly, and each step seemed to be accompanied by an unnatural pause, as if she was deliberately enduring something.
After returning to the hotel room, Shi Qing rushed into the bathroom almost immediately.
Looking at the body in the mirror, a purple bruise was clearly visible on the back of the waist near the spine, which looked particularly horrifying against the fair skin.
The impact today was too strong. It wasn't that serious yesterday.
She sighed silently, changed into her pajamas and walked out, thinking of asking Wu Xiao to help buy some medicine later.
As soon as I sat down on the bed, there was a knock on the door.
She thought it was Wu Xiao, so she held onto her aching waist and slowly walked over to open the door, speaking weakly: "Xiaoxiao, go to the pharmacy downstairs and buy me some medicine. There's a big bruise on my back..."
Before she finished speaking, she saw the person standing at the door and her voice stopped abruptly.
It’s not Wu Xiao, it’s Sheng Han.
He was wearing a simple black T-shirt, with slightly damp hair hanging down in front of his forehead, obviously he had just taken a shower.
Sheng Han was holding a bag with a pharmacy logo on it. When he saw her open the door, his eyes subconsciously avoided her, and he seemed a little nervous and at a loss.
Shi Qing subconsciously stood up straight: "Why are you..."
"I noticed that your walking posture was not right." Sheng Han raised the bag in his hand, but he didn't dare to look her in the eye. "I went to buy some ointment."
The air was so awkward that it almost froze.
Shi Qing blocked the doorway, showing no intention of letting him in. Her tone was deliberately distant: "Thank you, it's just a minor injury. I can handle it myself."
Sheng Han's usually cold face is extremely lethal when he lowers his eyes and reveals a hurt expression.
Just like now.
He lowered his head, his long eyelashes casting a lonely shadow under his eyes. His voice was filled with a hint of weakness and pleading: "I'm sorry, I was too strong today... Let me help you apply the medicine, okay? Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep tonight."
He looked like a big dog with drooping ears after being scolded by its owner, but still wanted to come up carefully and rub against him in a flattering way.
Shi Qing's heart suddenly softened.
The words of refusal got stuck in my throat.
She had been reminding herself to be rational and keep her distance during this period, but looking at Sheng Han like this, she really couldn't say the word "no".
Finally, she silently turned sideways and made room for the door.
A light suddenly flashed in Sheng Han's eyes, like a burning star.
The layout of Shi Qing's room was the same as his, but the air was filled with a sweet scent of shower gel that was unique to her.
Yeah, the same thing as on him.
A thin layer of red quietly appeared on Shenghan's earlobe.
When they moved, he secretly observed the brands she usually used and asked Li Zhe to purchase them.
He coughed lightly and suppressed the temptation in his heart: "Where... should I apply it?"
Shi Qing also felt a little uncomfortable. The room was obviously spacious, but as soon as Sheng Han came in, the whole space seemed to become cramped and even the air became thin.
She sat on the sofa, her back facing him, and pointed vaguely at her lower back, "Right here."
As she spoke, she gently lifted the hem of her pajamas, just revealing the purple wound.
Sheng Han's breathing suddenly stopped.
Under the light, her waist was so slender that it could not be held in one hand, and her skin was as white as the finest mutton-fat jade.
The glaring purple formed a fragile and shocking contrast against the pristine white.
His Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, he took out the ointment from the bag and squeezed a little on his fingertips.
The ointment is in the form of a transparent gel with a light herbal scent.
The cold ointment and his warm fingertips fell on her wound.
"Hiss..." Shi Qing couldn't help but gasp.
It wasn't pain, but an indescribable, strange feeling of both cold and hot, like a weak electric current running along his fingertips, and he instantly felt numb all over.
Shi Qing's hands, which were grabbing the hem of her clothes, clenched unconsciously. She bit her lower lip, her cheeks burning hot, and a layer of shy tears appeared at the corners of her eyes.
"Did it hurt you?" Sheng Han's voice immediately became tense and his movements stopped.
"...No." Shi Qing's voice was dry and almost inaudible. "Go on."
Only then did Sheng Han dare to continue.
His movements were very gentle. He dipped his fingertips in ointment and slowly circulated them around the wound.
He leaned in very close.
Shi Qing could even feel his warm breath brushing the back of her neck, causing her to shudder.
My heart hasn't been able to calm down since the moment he approached me.
She could clearly feel his other free hand hovering on her waist, not touching her, but with a burning heat.
Time passes by minute by minute and yet seems to be infinitely stretched.
Shi Qing's mind was in a mess.
She thought about the two failed scenes during filming yesterday.
It was a rare kiss between the two of them when they were in a rational state.
Even if Shi Qing was slow to react, she realized that Sheng Han seemed to like her more than she thought, but she didn't dare to think about how deep this love was.
Finally, Sheng Han stopped, but his fingertips still lingered on her skin, with a hint of attachment and reluctance.
"Okay." His voice was very hoarse.
Shi Qing was as if she had been pardoned and was about to put down her clothes immediately, but at this moment, the hand that was originally hanging on her waist suddenly gently supported her waist.
Shi Qing froze completely. The palm of that hand was burning hot as if it was going to burn her skin.
"Don't move." Sheng Han's voice came from behind her, "The medicine hasn't dried yet."
Shi Qing did not resist, lowered her head and said "hmm" softly.
The atmosphere in the room was so thick that you could almost pull out threads.
"Teacher Shi?" It was obviously a polite title commonly used in the entertainment industry, but it sounded extremely affectionate when it came out of his mouth.
She didn't look back, but squeezed out a single syllable from her throat: "Hmm?"
"Tonight..." He paused, as if he was organizing his words, or as if he was making some kind of decision, "Can I stay?"
Here it comes.
The moment she let him into the room, Shi Qing had already vaguely anticipated his direction.
Shi Qing put down her clothes, turned around and put some distance between herself and Sheng Han.
Her fingers were still twisting the hem of her clothes unconsciously, and she said in a distant tone, "This is not good."
"What's wrong with that?" Sheng Han didn't give her a chance to escape and shortened the distance between them again. He looked at her straight with dark eyes, like two bottomless whirlpools that were going to suck her in.
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