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Han Yao ignored him, then picked up the bunny that looked like something out of nothing and looked like nothing. "Will you teach me?"
"You want to learn this?"
"Well, I might fold it better than you."
Xiao Wen Ning said with disdain: "You are quite arrogant."
"Try."
"Okay, don't cry if it turns out ugly." Then he handed him a piece of paper and began to tell him step by step how to fold a rabbit.
Young Master Xiao overestimated himself. Not only were he clumsy when he was a child, he was still clumsy when he grew up. When the two were made with the same steps, the difference between them was about ten times that of the original.
Xiao Wen Ning held the rabbit in his hand and refused to accept the reality. How could his hands, with their distinct long and slender joints that looked like a work of art, bend into something like this?
He spread his palm and placed it against Han Yao's, comparing it, and sighed, "Talent is something that can really frustrate people to death."
Han Yao took his hand away and handed him the rabbit he had just made. "It's a gift in return. This is my first origami."
He spoke naturally, just like he was chatting casually as usual. Xiao Wen Ning wanted to see some other emotions in his expression, but there was none. He took the well-proportioned rabbit, held it in his palm for a few seconds, and then put it into his pocket.
That night, Xiao Wen Ning kept looking back as he made his way to the bathroom. Han Yao leaned against the wall, watching him. Xiao Wen Ning rolled his pajamas up to his knees and sighed, "I haven't showered in days, but I'm afraid the floor will slip and I'll fall. The bruises from my last fall haven't healed yet. If I get another bruise, I'll probably be bedridden for a few more days. It's pitiful how badly I have this injury..."
Han Yao raised his chin at him and said, "Just tell me what you want to do."
Xiao Wen Ning threw away his crutches and jumped to his side on one leg. Then he put his hands around his neck and smiled at him, "Help me take a bath."
Han Yao didn't move. Xiao Wen Ning pleaded, "Please help me. I'm going to stink if I don't take a shower. Besides, you've seen every part of my body. Just be a good person and take care of the disabled person."
Xiao Wen Ning used an expression that said, "If you still don't agree, then I can only kneel down and beg you," to pester Han Yao for a long time, and finally waited until Han Yao raised his hand, picked him up horizontally, and went into the bathroom together.
After putting the person on the toilet seat and taking another look at the dusty bathtub, Han Yao quickly opened the valve to drain the water and clean it.
Seeing that he had no intention of helping him, Xiao Wen Ning began to undress on his own. He took off his shirt and pants, and then his underwear. Han Yao glanced at him and coughed at him. Xiao Wen Ning raised his head and asked him, tugging at his underwear. "What's wrong?"
Seeing his innocent and silly expression, Han Yao frowned and said, "Wear it."
"ah?"
"In my underwear."
Xiao Wen Ning was puzzled: "How can I take a shower in my underwear?"
Han Yao lowered his voice and said seriously, "Just wear it if I tell you to."
Xiao Wen Ning curled his lips and took his hand away: "Why are you being so fierce? Just wear the clothes you want." Then he muttered softly: "I realize that you no longer consider me your employer."
Han Yao picked up the brush and cleaned the bathtub without paying any more attention to him. After nearly a month of getting along, both of them had some understanding of each other. Xiao Wen Ning seemed to be boisterous on the surface, but the occasional look in his eyes was really unpredictable. In addition to finding him funny, Han Yao was more curious about what kind of person he was.
After cleaning the bathtub and filling it with water again, Han Yao carried Xiao Wenning, who was sitting on the toilet lid, to the edge of the bathtub and sat him down. "Go ahead and take a shower. Call me when you're done."
Seeing him about to leave, Xiao Wen Ning quickly said, "My butt is fine, it can't get wet yet."
Han Yao glanced at his buttocks and said, "It's all right now." He was about to leave when Xiao Wen Ning quickly grabbed his trouser leg and said, "Don't leave. Talk to me for a while."
"What are you talking about?"
Xiao Wen Ning turned around and pulled the small stool beside the bathtub to his feet. Han Yao sat down indifferently. He was tall and the stool was too low. His two long legs had nowhere to go and were casually placed forward, sitting like a tyrant.
After Xiao Wen Ning left the other person behind, he fell silent. The bathroom was filled with the sound of him splashing water on himself. His injured leg had regained some strength, and the numbness and tingling in his bones seemed to be healing. He took a bath towel and began to scrub his back with great effort. Han Yao saw that his waist was almost twisted into a knot, so he took the towel from his hand and started to scrub his back without thinking too much.
The force on his back was quite strong, and the rough towel scratched his pale skin, leaving large red marks. Han Yao, a rough man who played with guns and shot, didn't know the severity of the force. He looked at the red skin in front of him and lightened his strength a little.
Although the force was lighter, it was still a bit heavy for the pampered and tender body of Young Master Xiao. Xiao Wen Ning held back his words, staring quietly at his reflection in the bathtub. Suddenly, he felt a soft feeling in his heart that he had never felt before.
He knew that Han Yao had slowed down his movements. Although it was slight, he still noticed it. He thought that he no longer needed to be cared about or concerned about, but when this care, whether intentional or not, suddenly came to him, it still made him feel wonderful and beautiful.
After washing, Han Yao took a blanket from the side and wrapped him up, carrying him back to the room. Just as he was about to put him on the bed, Xiao Wen Ning's hand came out from the restraints and grabbed his collar. He asked seriously, "Are you so nice to everyone?"
Han Yao was stunned for a moment and replied, "No."
"Then why are you so nice to me?"
Han Yao thought for a moment and raised his eyebrows: "Isn't it advocating caring for the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled?"
Xiao Wen Ning suddenly didn't know how to respond. He saw that Han Yao's expression actually had a hint of pride, as if he had finally found an opportunity to make him speechless.
Xiao Wen Ning looked at him for a moment, then suddenly hooked his arm around Han Yao's neck, tilted his head back, and kissed the corner of his mouth. His tongue licked Han Yao's lips, and taking advantage of the few seconds of his daze, he easily pried open his teeth. His tongue teased and stirred in his mouth for a long time before slowly withdrawing. He exhaled the wet air in his mouth and laughed into Han Yao's burning ear, "You're still a little naive to try to shut me up."
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