"That's better," Meiya watched him button up his clothes one by one, and then he reluctantly walked into the room. He came in with the plaster, and pointed at the window, "Close it. You won't be afraid of freezing."
Zhong Mingwei closed the window obediently, and then watched Mei Ya climb onto the kang. He moved to the wall and sat down against it. Then he rolled up his shorts to his knees, revealing his bumpy knees. The skin and flesh on his knees had almost healed. But the wound was too large, and it was difficult to heal smoothly, so it looked a little creepy. But there was nothing he could do about it.
Mei Ya sat down next to Zhong Mingwei with the plaster in her hand. She took a lump of plaster from the medicine bowl and placed it on Zhong Mingwei's knee, spreading it a little bit and rubbing it gently. This was something she did every day. She was very skilled at it.
Zhong Mingwei's eyes fell on Meiya's hand. As the hand moved back and forth, he was furious just now. But now he was comfortable and peaceful from the inside out.
"Your body is stiff again?" After applying the plaster, Meiya went downstairs to wash her hands. When she came back, she was holding a basin of hot water, which she placed on the stove. She twisted the towel and said to Zhong Mingwei, "I'll wipe your body, and then I'll give you a good massage. It must be very uncomfortable to lie like this all the time."
"Oh." Zhong Mingwei responded and lay obediently on the kang.
"Take off your clothes quickly, the water will get cold soon." Meiya urged him.
"Didn't I just say that I wouldn't take off my clothes today?" Zhong Mingwei muttered softly, looking at Mei Ya with an aggrieved face, "You are deliberately forcing me to be a mean person who goes back on my word!"
"Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Mei Ya glared at him, then bent down to kiss the tip of Zhong Mingwei's straight nose, and whispered, "How about I take it off for you? So that you won't become a villain?"
Zhong Mingwei's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He began to unbutton his clothes while avoiding Mei Ya's gaze: "Forget it, I'll just be a mean person. Otherwise you'll cry for help again."
Mei Ya blushed as she waited for him: "You were just being quiet and doing nothing, so why would I cry for help out of the blue?"
"You took the initiative to take off my clothes. If I still do nothing like a wooden stake, then..." At this point, Zhong Mingwei's face looked a little uncomfortable. He glanced at Mei Ya and lowered his voice, "Then you are sick, and you are seriously ill, okay?"
"Bah, where do all these weird words come from?" Mei Ya's face turned even redder. She ignored Zhong Mingwei, put the handkerchief in again, and started to wipe Zhong Mingwei's body.
The warm handkerchief covered his face, rubbing it gently with Mei Ya's movements. Zhong Mingwei sighed comfortably: "Well, girl, it's great to have you."
"That's right. No matter how many people there are in this world, you won't find a wife as good as me." Relying on the fact that Zhong Mingwei couldn't see, Mei Ya boasted for once. She was a little arrogant and a little shy. She moved the handkerchief back and forth on Zhong Mingwei's face, and then moved it down little by little. Gradually, the man's forehead, eyes, nose, and lips were exposed. Mei Ya looked at this face day and night, but she couldn't see enough. At this time, she stared blankly, then leaned over and kissed the man's big peach blossom eyes, whispering, "I can't find a better man than you."
Zhong Mingwei felt extremely happy in his heart, but his nose was sour. He stretched out his hand to pinch Mei Ya's little ear and said softly, "It's great that we two, two rare people in the world, have come together. How destined is this?"
"Yeah, who knows how many incense sticks he burned and how many wooden fishes he broke in his past life," Mei Ya smiled, twisting the handkerchief and wiping Zhong Mingwei's neck and behind his ears. As expected, Zhong Mingwei was covered in dust again, so Mei Ya quickly washed the handkerchief and wiped him again, whispering, "When your wounds are healed, I'll boil some water for you and let you take a nice bath."
"Okay, then let's drive them down the mountain and live there, and we can take a nice bath together." Zhong Mingwei said softly.
Ever since Zhong Mingwei was injured, he hasn't taken a bath since then. With someone else at home, Mei Ya is naturally embarrassed to take a bath. During this period, she just brings in water at night and wipes herself a little, so the big bathtub has been left idle.
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