kiss on his heart

Chapter 9 Why don't you take a shower without locking the door!
"Glucose syrup, bought from the pharmacy."

"You can do this yourself. I'll tear it open for you."

"Would you like another hand warmer to keep warm?"

Jiang Jingyuan squatted beside the bed, looked at Song Ruanqing's expression under the bedside lamp, placed the things he bought on the bedside table, and asked.

"All."

"Does it still hurt?"

"It hurts." Song Ruanqing was drowsy from the pain, feeling that her body was in extreme torment.I felt cramps in my stomach, as if a jack was crushing my stomach, and it was so painful that I couldn't breathe.

"Send you to the hospital."

"No, I'll just take a nap."

Song Ruanqing pulled the quilt over his head, it was hot and cold, and he couldn't breathe.

"How can you do this?" Jiang Jingyuan lifted the quilt and was about to carry her on his back.

"Okay, Jiang Jingyuan." Song Ruanqing grabbed Jiang Jingyuan's wrist and half-closed his eyes wetly, resisting and serious, not wanting to go to the hospital at all.

She didn't know where she got the strength. In order to prove that she was really okay, she dragged Jiang Jingyuan to the bedside, "My mother always warms my bed."

Jiang Jingyuan looked at Song Ruanqing for a while, then circled her slender waist and tucked the broken hair scattered on her palm-sized face behind her ears.

Finally I feel like my back is no longer cold...

Song Ruanqing slowly moved towards the heat source until his thin back was pressed against Jiang Jingyuan's body.

But my belly was still heavy and heavy.

The hand warmer just now was too hot, and Song Ruanqing kicked him somewhere.

The warm patch on the lower abdomen began to take effect slowly. Song Ruanqing unconsciously took hold of Jiang Jingyuan's wrist and placed it on his stomach. His blue lips trembled: "I have no strength, help me, brother."

Jiang Jingyuan's fingers flinched, then slowly covered the soft flesh and kneaded it gently.

"Um……"

Song Ruanqing was soft and soft, while Jiang Jingyuan had a trace of confusion hidden in his eyebrows, and his face was burning and hot.

"I'll take a nap, remember to ask for leave."

"Okay, I'll watch over you."

After a night of hard work, Jiang Jingyuan only slept for two or three hours.

It was now bright, so he stretched out his hand to fumble around, then picked up his phone and checked the time.

He took his mobile phone and sent a text message to Zhang Shuai asking for leave.It didn't take long for me to receive a reply from Zhang Shuai.

Jiang Jingyuan tucked in the quilt and entered the bathroom with messy hair.

Song Ruanqing was also woken up.

My hair was sticky and stuck to my neck, and my back was wet, making me feel extremely uncomfortable.

When he opened the quilt, there was a large blood stain on the sheets.

Sure enough, he was still not spared.

Before she could think about it, a wave of heat surged in her abdomen, and Song Ruanqing instinctively got out of bed and ran to the bathroom.

I am used to living alone, but I forget that there is an extra person in the house.

As soon as he opened the bathroom door, he saw Jiang Jingyuan was naked from the waist up, wearing only a pair of underwear.

Before the water droplets could be wiped dry, the wet hair on his forehead fell to the floor, like knocking on Song Ruanqing's heart.

"Why didn't you lock the door while taking a shower?" Song Ruanqing's eyes widened, she held the tissue tightly in her hand and slowly backed away.

Her feet were bare and she accidentally stepped on the wet ground. Her feet slipped and she fell backwards.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Jiang Jingyuan put his arm around her waist and carried her into his arms: "Be careful. Why don't you wear shoes?"

"I'm standing, let me go." Song Ruanqing poked Jiang Jingyuan's lower abdomen with his index finger, his tight muscles moved slightly, and the clearly visible mermaid line sank into his trousers.

Song Ruanqing's ears turned red for no reason.

Jiang Jing turned a deaf ear and bent down to pick up Song Ruanqing and walk to the living room.

"No, you can't sit on the sofa! Your clothes are dirty!"

Jiang Jingyuan put her on the carpet, picked up her shoes from the bedroom and put them in front of her, "Put them on. Then go take a shower."

"Oh." Song Ruanqing walked quickly, trying to cover up the blood stains as if trying to hide his ears.

After Song Ruan took a shower, the sheets and quilts in the room were replaced with new ones.

Jiang Jingyuan knelt on one knee by the bed and straightened the wrinkles at the corners of the sheets, looking focused.

"I haven't slept all night. I've changed the sheets and quilts. You can sleep a little longer and I'll wake you up for lunch later." Jiang Jingyuan closed the curtains and the room suddenly became dark.

"Okay, you should go get some sleep too. I've been quarreling with you all night." Song Ruanqing opened the quilt and lay in, "Thank you, brother, but you don't have to help me wash the quilt next time...it's too dirty..."

"It's not dirty, it's hard to clean it without washing it off."

(End of this chapter)