He walks against the light with her

Chapter 322 Can Gutong Tie Plaster Cure Dysmenorrhea?
After a few seconds of stalemate, he let out a long sigh and resigned: "The bathroom is at the very back, go inside and stay first."

Xia Yuan blinked his eyes and nodded, and said in a voice that made him want to vomit, "Thank you."

The pronunciation of "oh" is still spinning, like the wind blowing on the sea, one wave after another.

It turns out that men like this tone.

She looked at Yuan Xia carefully.

At first, I thought he would be different, but I didn't expect it to be the same.

Seeing him standing still, Xia Yuan urged: "Why...don't you leave?"

Yuan Xia word by word: "This is my home."

I can leave whenever I want.

What do you care?
Go and go.

Xia Yuan compromised.

Under the eaves of others, I have to bow my head.

"Okay, your home, your home..."

Yuan Xia took out his phone and opened WeChat: "Hey, add me as a friend."

Xia Yuan was stunned for a moment.

Didn't you refuse to add WeChat before, why are you so active now?

Yuan Xia glanced at her, turned sideways, and looked away: "If you don't add WeChat, when you get to the supermarket, how do I know what you want to buy?"

Oh, it turned out that it was unintentional.

Xia Yuan scanned his WeChat QR code and added him as a friend.

"Then can I control on WeChat... No, please?"

He put away his mobile phone and turned his back to her: "Go to the bathroom quickly and stay there. If you stain the floor of my house, I will make you lose money."

A vicious sentence is harmless to Xia Yuan.

"Yuan Xia." Before walking out of the door, she stopped him.

"what?"

Xia Yuan rubbed his lower back: "By the way, go to the supermarket and buy me two bone bone plasters?"

Although Yuan Xia is a straight man, he has also heard that girls use baby warmers as aunts.

"Can Gutong paste cure dysmenorrhea?"

"I was hurt," she said in a delicate and soft voice, "I twisted it during the fight."

What a nemesis.

He said it again: "Go and stay in the bathroom!"

"it is good."

……

Men in novels or TV dramas go to buy sanitary napkins, because they don’t understand, they usually get a pack of each brand and model.

But Yuan Xia was not happy.

Money should be used wisely. If you buy so much, girls won't use it all, it's a waste.

And he didn't need his nemesis at home to say he was good.

Why pretend to be rich?

Back home, Yuan Xia called out to the empty living room: "Hello."

It was so quiet, maybe the girl was gone.

A soft voice came from the bathroom: "I'm here."

have to.

Nemesis did not leave.

He shook his head, walked over, and knocked on the door: "I bought something."

God knows how troublesome this girl is.

What relief pants, 42 cm, 23 cm, 28 cm, in addition to the bone bone plaster, he also went nearby to buy a pair of pants for her.

The bathroom door was ajar.

Yuan Xia stuffed the bag containing things into it.

"Hey! How did you buy this kind of pants?" They were gray, like the kind worn by old ladies.

Yuan Xia leaned against the wall outside the bathroom: "In the evening, where do you want me to buy you brand-name trousers? Some of them are pretty good, and I'm still picky."

She didn't let him buy any famous brand, at least not such an ugly one.

What straight male aesthetics!
Returning a high-achieving student who graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts, bragging!

Xia Yuan was sitting on the toilet, holding his trousers in his hand, looking to the right: "Where did you buy this?"

Crumpled, not even a hang tag.

Yuan Xia said, "Street stall."

Xia Yuan: ...

Even if you just grab one in the clothing section of the supermarket, it's better than this, right?
"If you don't want to wear it, don't make it dirty, take it out and return it to me. The proprietress said that if the size doesn't fit, you can return it."

On purpose, right?
Xia Yuan gritted his teeth: "Wear it, why don't you wear it? Although it's ugly, no one will stare at me at night, right?"

Yuan Xia could imagine the distraught expression of the girl in the bathroom.

He suddenly became in a better mood: "Yo, I just said that it would be embarrassing for people to see your pants dirty, why is it that no one is staring at you at night?"

Xia Yuan: ...

She wanted to kick the man into outer space.

Ten minutes later, Xia Yuan came out of the bathroom.

She balled up her soiled trousers and stuffed them into the shopping bag that Yuan Xia stuffed in.

"When you go down to throw out the trash later, take that bag of trash from the kitchen with you." That way he can stop going downstairs.

Xia Yuan was puzzled: "I don't take out the trash."

Yuan Xia was slightly surprised: "Then your pants..."

Didn't you say it was dirty?
If you don't take it away and throw it away, why don't you go home and confess it?

"What's wrong with the pants, you can't wash them if they get dirty, do you have to throw them away?"

I didn't realize that this young lady is quite thrifty.

Xia Yuan put down the bag first, straightened his waist, and stuffed the Gutong plaster into his hand: "Come here, put a plaster on me."

As she said that, she turned her back to him, and lifted up the hem of her clothes without any scruples, revealing her lower back.

The girl's skin exposed to the air was fair and delicate, full of a section, thin and soft.

Yuan Xia blushed, the kind of burnt red.

"Hey," she backhanded, gesturing at the painful part, "here, align the sticker, don't stick it crooked."

Yuan Xia: ...

Not right.

He took a long time to tear open the package, and a strong smell of medicine wafted over and rushed to his forehead, making him a little more awake.

She has other wounds on her waist.

There are no scars, but there are traces of ointment.

Boxy and clear.

Yuan Xia seemed to be looking for a topic to divert attention: "Um...do you have a bad waist?"

Otherwise, no plaster will be applied.

Xia Yuan immediately replied: "You have a bad waist, I just twisted it a bit, what's bad?"

"It seems that you are very skinny." Yuan Xia peeled off a layer of plastic film, and patted the sticky side to her waist, "Miss Qianjin is rarely as lively as you."

The word "lively" has a bit of yin and yang.

This time, he was quite forceful.

Xia Yuan let out an "ow" and complained, "You can't be gentle?"

Yuan Xia raised his eyebrows: "Handling is heavy, not light."

Xia Yuan: ...

I really want to beat you up.

"I'm not lively." Xia Yuan held onto the plaster and twisted it twice, "I was trained."

train?

Weight training or body training?
She explained: "To put it simply, it was a fight. There are several masters in my family. I will make gestures with them when I have time."

It can be seen that she has good skills.

At least one-on-two, not some flamboyant tricks.

Yuan Xia asked a lot: "Your father raised you like a son?"

"What is this called? What does it mean to be raised like a son?" Xia Yuan was dissatisfied with this rhetoric, "Are girls bad? Why should they be? Can't the same training be done?"

(End of this chapter)