When Fu Yuchen heard that he was asked to take off his clothes, his whole body tensed up: "Take off...take off your clothes?"
Han Xinrui nodded: "Take off your shirt first, and I'll wipe your back."
Fu Yuchen then nodded confusedly and took off his clothes rashly.
Because he took it off in a hurry, he pulled the wound and frowned in pain.
Seeing his face twisted in pain, Han Xinrui immediately said, "I'll help you take it off. Don't move your hands."
Han Xinrui reached out to help Fu Yuchen take off his clothes. Her soft little hands brushed across his chest, sending shockwaves through him.
"I...I'll take it off myself!" He said as he took off his clothes in no time.
The wound may bleed slightly due to pulling.
"Xinrui, let me do the front alone!" At this moment, Fu Yuchen regretted wanting close contact.
He just wanted Xinrui to wipe his body. He felt that he might not be able to control himself and was afraid of making a mistake.
Han Xinrui frowned and held his hand: "Don't move, look, you're bleeding."
As she spoke, Han Xinrui wrung out the towel and used it to wipe Fu Yuchen's body.
First the back.
Fu Yuchen felt a pair of hands rubbing gently on his back, which made his heart itch.
His whole body collapsed straight, and all the blood rushed down to his body.
Han Xinrui saw his muscles tense and whispered, "Relax! Don't be so nervous. I won't touch your wound."
Fu Yuchen groaned in his heart: Am I afraid that you will hurt my mother? I am afraid that I will make a mistake. This temptation is too great. He always wants to turn around and press the person under him.
After Han Xinrui wiped his back, she wrung out the towel again and wiped his chest.
As his hand wandered over his chest, Fu Yuchen's forehead began to sweat and the blood in his body was roaring wildly.
Han Xinrui saw that he was flushed and warm all over, and asked worriedly, "Do you have a fever?"
Fu Yuchen looked like he had been pulled out of the water, sweating profusely and hot all over.
Han Xinrui touched his forehead with her soft hand, but couldn't feel any temperature, so she used her face to measure his body temperature.
At this moment, Fu Yuchen finally couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed Han Xinrui's hand. He groaned: "Stop touching me! If you touch me again, I won't be able to control myself."
When Han Xinrui heard this, she immediately understood why Fu Yuchen was like this.
She blushed and said, "I...I'll wipe you."
Fu Yuchen shook his head: "You can't wipe it anymore. If you wipe it again, the gun will go off accidentally. I'll take it slowly. You go out first, I'll do it myself."
Han Xinrui immediately understood what he meant and turned to leave.
In the room, Fu Yuchen couldn't help but groan.
This sound made Han Xinrui's heart even hotter.
That night, Fu Yuchen finally solved the problem with his own hands.
Han Xinrui didn't dare to go to Fu Yuchen's room again.
She had lived one life longer than Fu Yuchen, so she understood this kind of thing.
She actually didn't resist, but she still wanted to do it after marrying Fu Yuchen.
When he woke up the next day, Fu Yuchen looked haggard, with dark circles under his eyes, and it was obvious that he had not slept well.
Han Xinrui also looked a little listless and didn't seem to be in good spirits.
The atmosphere between the two was very ambiguous, and neither of them took the initiative to speak during the meal.
After finishing the meal, Han Xinrui took the initiative to speak: "Yuchen, you don't look well, did you not sleep well last night?"
Fu Yuchen looked at Han Xinrui: "I miss you! As soon as I close my eyes, I think of the feeling of your face close to my forehead. I feel uncomfortable."
The main way straight men communicate is to answer every question and speak directly if they have something to say.
The atmosphere, which had just improved, fell into awkwardness again.
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