Leng Mohan stared at the clothes in her hands, and had some guesses in his mind. When he saw the clothes on the table, he gently opened them and found that there were some stains on the clothes. But fortunately, the clothes fell on the dry ground and were not stained by water.
She had tried her best to save it, so only one piece of clothing fell off.
"I'm sorry, are you going to wear this dress tomorrow? Maybe it won't dry tomorrow." Luo Jiaojiao looked at Leng Mohan with a worried look on her face, her eyes full of worry.
Leng Mohan looked at her concerned eyes, shook his head helplessly, and said softly, "You can rest tomorrow and wear whatever you want. I still have two sets of military uniforms in my closet that I haven't worn yet, so don't worry."
There was a hint of relief in his voice, trying to reassure Luo Jiaojiao.
"I'll go get you some hot water for a bath. Go find some clothes first." Leng Mohan said as he went to the bathroom to get a bucket of hot water.
Everything here is fine except that it is not very convenient to use hot water. There is a women's bathhouse, but Leng Mohan thought she would not like to go there, so he did not suggest that she go, but instead brought the hot water back to him.
Luo Jiaojiao was still worried, she reached out and grabbed Leng Mohan, "Brother Leng, your hand is injured, I can just wash it with cold water. I didn't do any work, and my body is not very dirty." Her eyes were full of concern and heartache.
Leng Mohan was touched when she heard this. She still had a conscience and knew how to feel sorry for her man. However, this injury was nothing to him. "It's okay. It's just a minor injury. It won't affect my ability to take care of water. Go prepare some clothes to change into. I'll be back soon."
As he said this, he turned and walked towards the bathroom, ready to get a bucket of hot water.
Luo Jiaojiao held Leng Mohan's hand tightly, seemingly unwilling to let go. Her eyes revealed determination and concern. "Brother Leng, you really don't have to be so stubborn. The wound on your hand." There was a hint of pleading in her voice.
Leng Mohan felt Luo Jiaojiao's concern and thought it was good.
He stopped, turned around and looked into Luo Jiaojiao's eyes, "Okay, but I'm really fine. This little injury is nothing. You don't have to worry too much." Leng Mohan comforted her.
Luo Jiaojiao frowned slightly, "But..." She wanted to say something, but Leng Mohan interrupted her gently, "Believe me, okay?" He looked at Luo Jiaojiao.
Finally, Luo Jiaojiao nodded, "Okay, Brother Leng, you have to be careful." She let go of Leng Mohan's hand, but kept her eyes on him, as if telling him to pay attention to his injuries.
Luo Jiaojiao seemed to suddenly think of something in her mind. She hurriedly reached out and grabbed the person, with a hint of hesitation in her tone: "Wait a moment." Leng Mohan frowned slightly, a little puzzled, but seeing how Luo Jiaojiao felt sorry for her injury, he still patiently stood at the door waiting for her.
Luo Jiaojiao turned around and went back to the room, carefully sorted out the clothes she had collected. She picked up Leng Mohan's clothes and put the clean towels into a bag.
Her movements were gentle and delicate, as if she was treating a precious treasure.
Then, she silently handed the bag to Leng Mohan, her eyes full of concern: "This is for you, it contains your clothes. After you take a shower over there, please help me fetch some water. Also, be especially careful with the injury on your right hand, don't let it touch water."
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