Chapter 117 The thief is so clingy

bath?

What kind of international joke is this?

"Go wash yourself, I'll run the water for you." Yan Luo turned around and went to the bathroom.

"I got hurt for you." Yu Nanchen's voice was particularly weak, as if he could faint at any time. He shook her hand, "I just sutured it without anesthesia, it hurts~"

The last sound of the word 'pain' sounds a little aggrieved and very tender.

Yu Nanchen's appearance completely refreshed Yan Luo's understanding of him.

Yan Luo cleared his throat and said, "Your injury is on your shoulder. Even if one hand is inconvenient, you can wash it with the other hand."

Yu Nanchen sighed, "The bullet almost hit my heart, I managed to save my life. If you don't want to, forget it, I won't force you."

Yan Luo glared at him. When did this bastard become so clingy?

"I'll go run the water for you." After saying that, Yan Luo walked towards the bathroom.

Yu Nanchen lowered his eyes and slightly curled the corners of his lips, but he couldn't show it too obviously, because that person had the ability to see through things.

Yan Luo brushed the bathtub, then blocked the drain and started draining the water.

She sat on the edge of the bathtub, the image of Yu Nanchen blocking the bullet for her flashing through her mind.

【Why would he take the bullet for me? 】

[He is probably afraid of being criticized by others, saying that Yu Nanchen is just an embroidered pillow who can't even protect his own wife.]

[Yes, it must be like this.]

Yu Nanchen, who was sitting on the sofa, felt a sharp pain in his head when he heard the woman's inner voice.

Why didn't she think that he liked her?

Yu Nanchen rested his elbows on his knees and supported his forehead with his hands. How could there be a woman with such a weird train of thought?

"The water is ready. You can come in and take a shower." Yan Luo poked his head out of the bathroom.

Yu Nanchen said, "But I feel dizzy."

Yan Luo rolled her eyes immediately, but still walked out patiently, helped the weak man on the sofa up and walked into the bathroom.

The two stood beside the bathtub, staring at each other.

"Untie the belt." Yan Luo said.

Yu Nanchen hummed, "My hands are shaking."

Yan Luo: “…”

The crisp sound of "click" was heard, which seemed particularly abrupt in the silent midnight, and also had a hint of ambiguity.

"Zipper."

Yan Luo's face turned red with shame. She used to just look at it without blushing. What happened now?

Yan Luo took a deep breath, turned his head away, and pulled the zipper.

The man groaned, "Where are you touching?"

Yan Luo frowned, "You do it yourself."

Yu Nanchen looked at the woman's rosy cheeks, even her ears were a little red, she was really adorable.

He smiled and unzipped his pants, which fell down quickly, and he took off his socks at the same time.

Yan Luo coughed lightly, "Alright, stop taking off your clothes and go in directly."

Yu Nanchen tried to hold back his laughter and stepped into the bathtub with his long legs.

Yan Luo sat on a small stool next to the bathtub and wiped his body with a towel.

"I want to wash my hair."

Yan Luo looked at his hair which was soaked with sweat due to the pain and thought it should be washed.

She splashed some water on his hair, then pressed some shampoo into her palm, rubbed it and applied it evenly on the man's hair.

"Nod your head, I'm going to give you a wash."

"Um."

Yan Luo carefully used the spray head to rinse his hair, and because the man cooperated, the wound was not wetted.

She put the shower head aside and wiped his hair with a dry towel.

"Okay, you can come out now."

Yu Nanchen blinked his charming peach blossom eyes and said, "I don't have the strength."

Yan Luo pursed her lips, put her hands under the man's ribs and picked him up. At this moment, Yu Nanchen was like a giant baby.

"The underwear is in the second drawer on the left side of the second closet in the cloakroom."

Yan Luo wrapped him in a bathrobe and asked him to sit on the small stool. "Wait for me."

After she went out, she looked towards the bathroom, and saw Yu Nanchen sitting on a small table with his eyes downcast, looking very tired, and thought to herself.

[It turns out that you are not teasing me, you are really uncomfortable. 】

[Forget it, just take good care of him these few days. ]

She returned to the bathroom with her underwear and pajamas and squatted in front of the man, "Yu Nanchen?"

Yu Nanchen suddenly leaned forward and leaned on her shoulder. "It's so hot? Do you have a fever?"

Before Ji Chuan left, he said that Yu Nanchen might have a fever tonight and left some anti-inflammatory medicine.

Yan Luo picked the man up, moved him into the bedroom, and asked him to sit on the edge of the bed. However, the man fell backwards and pulled her down with him.

Yan Luo placed her arms on both sides of his body and looked down at him, "I'll go get you some clothes to change into."

The man closed his eyes tightly and held her waist with his arms, "Don't go, I'm so cold."

"You're about to turn into a furnace, how can you be cold!" Yan Luo struggled, but the man's arms became tighter and tighter.

The man's face rubbed against her neck, as if finding a hint of coolness, and his lips brushed against her cheek and pressed precisely against her lips.

The hot tip of his tongue brushed across her lips, and Yan Luo's heart suddenly tightened, "Yu Nanchen, you... um..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, the tip of his tongue went in, hooking hers and making her heart beat faster.

She couldn't get away from him, and she could clearly feel the man's reaction, so she reached out and poked the wound on his shoulder.

Yu Nanchen pinched his brows and said in a weak voice, "It hurts!"

"I'll let you die of pain!" Yan Luo stood up and kicked his leg. "You still don't forget to tease me even when you have a fever! Humph!"

Yan Luo returned to the bathroom, picked up her underwear and pajamas from the table and returned to the bedroom.

She stood by the bed, her hands on her hips, watching the man dying, "What a trouble!"

[Okay, take a deep breath, just pretend there's a big white pig in front of you! ]

[Imagine that this is a big white sow, and I can’t see what I shouldn’t see. ]

While Yan Luo was giving herself psychological hints, she took off the man's underwear, threw it on the ground, and then changed it for him.

She took a few deep breaths and helped him out of his bathrobe and into his pajamas.

He turned around and got warm water and medicine.

"Take the medicine." Yan Luo stretched his arm under his neck, lifted his head, took out the pill and put it in his mouth, then picked up the cup and fed him water.

Yan Luo looked at the man who seemed to be asleep and let out a long sigh.

She laid him straight, covered him with a thin blanket, and took out a hair dryer to blow-dry his hair.

Looking at the man's meticulously carved facial features, there was no aggressiveness at this moment, but much softer than before.

She reached out her hand and traced his outline.

"elder sister......"

Suddenly a voice called her. Yan Luo looked around and frowned.

It's the voice of that feminine-looking man. What's going on?

Yan Luo was very sure that she had never seen that man before. She took a deep breath and felt that she might be too tired.

She lay beside Yu Nanchen, touching his forehead from time to time, until she could no longer lift her hands.

In the dim room, the man sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, sipping the deep red wine from a goblet.

He looked at the bright moonlight outside the floor-to-ceiling window and licked his thin lips.

Putting down the goblet, he walked to the round table next to the French window and touched the black mandala in the porcelain vase with his fingertips. "Sister, we will be able to meet officially soon. But you were not well behaved after the soul-suppressing spell was lifted tonight. Look, the nutrients absorbed by this little flower of yours have decreased instantly. But it doesn't matter, I will find another place to make you angry."