Chapter 360 Wanwan, help me
Kong Wange walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. The man suddenly asked her, "Wanwan, are you hot?"
"It's not hot. What's wrong? Are you hot?" She picked up the air conditioner remote and turned the temperature down a bit.
Murong Ting sighed softly, "Sigh, it's not that the room is hot, it's that my body is hot. I have difficulty walking and haven't taken a shower for several days since I was hospitalized. I always feel sticky all over."
"Aren't there caregivers?" Kong Wange frowned.
“The caregivers are all women, it’s inconvenient.” Murong Ting stared at her, looking as if to say, “Look how virtuous I am, I’m keeping my chastity for you.”
Kong Wange was speechless for a moment, then sighed, "Then I'll call Lin Cheng over."
"Lin Cheng is busy." Murong Ting raised his hand to stop her, and tentatively asked, "Why don't you help me?"
"I?"
"What, do you have something to do later?"
"Uh, no, not at all."
Murong Ting drawled out an "Oh," and said, "Judging from your unwilling look, are you shy?"
Kong Wange straightened her back and said, "Heh, I'm a mother of three, what haven't I seen? What's there to be ashamed of?"
Murong Ting's eyes crinkled with amusement as he teased, "That's true. Our Wanwan is so brave, how could she be shy? On our wedding night, you were the one who took the initiative..."
"Murong Ting!" Kong Wange blushed slightly and covered the man's mouth.
The man grabbed her wrist, pulled her hand away, and said with burning eyes, "Wanwan, I'm hot and uncomfortable~"
Kong Wange got goosebumps and quickly pulled her hand back, saying in a panic, "Fine, you...you wait."
She turned and went into the restroom.
On the hospital bed, Murong Ting watched her retreating figure, a smug, wicked smile curling at the corner of his lips.
A moment later, Kong Wange brought out a basin and a towel. The water temperature was just right. She wrung out the towel, but when she turned around, she saw that the person on the bed was motionless.
She raised an eyebrow slightly: "What, do you want me to help you take your clothes off?"
Murong Ting blinked: "It's not like you've never taken your clothes off before. Weren't you quite skilled that night?"
Kong Wange threw the towel at his face: "Wipe it yourself!"
Murong Ting took the towel down, knowing when to stop, and gently coaxed, "Wanwan, don't be angry, okay, okay, I'll take it off myself."
The man quickly took off the hospital gown, revealing a tight-fitting vest underneath. Murong Ting tried it on a few times and then hesitated, saying, "Wanwan, could you please help me? I really can't take this off by myself."
Kong Wange glanced at him and agreed.
The vest was a pullover style, and if he took it off himself, he would inevitably touch the wound on his forehead.
Of course, more often than not, it was just the man making excuses. If he wanted to, he could easily take off a piece of clothing.
After all, he was injured while saving her, so Kong Wange didn't hold it against him anymore. She cleared her throat and said helplessly, "Raise your arm, I'll help you."
"Wanwan is so kind." Murong Ting listened to her and obediently raised his arm.
She leaned closer and reached out to grab the hem of his vest.
The distance between the two suddenly closed, and Kong Wange's face stopped at Murong Ting's chin. As she lifted her clothes, the temperature in the room slowly rose.
She was completely unaware at first, until she felt a burning gaze on her head and instinctively looked up.
At first glance, she met the man's dark and deep gaze, which could almost melt a person.
They were so close that his slightly heavy breaths sprayed directly onto her cheeks and mingled with hers.
Knock knock, knock knock.
She could hear her own heartbeat, rapid and intense.
She didn't know if she was blushing, but she felt her body temperature rising unconsciously.
She instinctively tried to let go of his clothes and back away, but the man reached out and grabbed her.
It wasn't until their skin touched that Kong Wange realized that the heartbeat she had just heard might not have come from her.
The person in front of me had a heartbeat that wasn't much slower than mine.
"Wanwan, may I kiss you?"
Murong Ting's voice was deep and husky, like a glass of red wine in the dead of night, alluring and seductive.
Kong Wange nodded, almost as if possessed.
The next second, hot, lingering lips pressed against mine.
His movements were gentle yet assertive.
Kong Wange's mind was in a daze, and she subconsciously gripped Murong Ting's clothes as if she were clinging to a piece of driftwood.
She leaned against him, feeling his broad, hard chest and the burning heat emanating from his body.
Murong Ting only released Kong Wange when she was almost melting into his body.
Their breathing was unsteady.
Kong Wange's almond-shaped eyes were misty, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were luscious and tempting.
Murong Ting's eyes seemed to contain a whirlpool; the surface appeared calm, but undercurrents were surging.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his voice was incredibly hoarse: "Wanwan, why don't you stay here tonight?"
Kong Wange snapped out of her daze and gave a soft "hmm".
The man's face lit up with joy.
Unexpectedly, Kong Wange added, "She's still sleeping in the caregiver's bed."
Murong Ting's lips, which had just curled into a smile, froze. He tried to struggle, resorting to his old trick, feigning grievance: "Wanwan, I feel unwell~"
"Mr. Ting, life is short, just bear with it and it will pass, okay?"
Kong Wange saw through his thoughts, stood up and straightened her collar: "Alright, hurry up and take off your clothes. I'll help you clean yourself up. There are still two books to read."
Murong Ting struggled to no avail, so he simply stopped pretending and pulled hard with both hands to take off his vest.
Kong Wange picked up the towel and wet it again: "Didn't you get it off pretty smoothly?"
Murong Ting lay on the bed with a stern face, like a walking corpse, ignoring her.
This was the first time Kong Wange had ever seen a man throw a tantrum at her, but instead of being annoyed, she found his anger amusing and endearing.
She placed a warm towel on his body, and after wiping his front, she said, "Turn over."
Murong Ting looked completely lifeless, like a salted fish, and rolled over listlessly. Kong Wange began to wipe his back.
A warm towel brings indescribable comfort and soothing.
You could faintly feel the warmth of her fingers through the towel.
At this moment, she was leaning against him, her faint fragrance lingering around his nose, more tantalizing than the direct impact he had just faced.
Murong Ting couldn't take it anymore, so he pushed her hand away and pulled up the blanket: "That's enough, no need to wipe anymore."
Kong Wange was confused. She had just finished wiping her upper body and hadn't even wiped her lower body yet. Why didn't she need to?
She asked doubtfully, "Won't it be uncomfortable if you don't wipe your lower body?"
Murong Ting stared at her and gritted his teeth, uttering two words: "It hurts!"
He stared at her intently: "Will you help me?"
Kong Wange instantly understood what he meant; this discomfort was not the same as that discomfort.
She awkwardly placed the towel in the basin, muttering to herself, "Oh, you're not feeling unwell, that's good."
Murong Ting: "..."
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