A Fake Marriage with Master Bai

Joe's face was still red. He gently pulled the pure white quilt on the bed and wrapped up most of his body. Only two legs were exposed.

Looking down, crutches are swollen. I fell down just now. Now, it's more painful.

I don't know if baijihan's family has any kind of medicine oil. My feet really hurt.

When Bai Jihan came in again, he had two bags in his hand. He went up to Jon, put the bags aside at random, and then squatted down.

He stood by the bed like a God.

When he squatted down and looked at her feet, he looked like a God.

Jon looked at his evil face foolishly and didn't know what he was going to do?

Bai Jihan squatted at the feet of Qiao Yien, stretched out a pair of big palms, gently raised her injured foot, and with only one look, her heroic eyebrows could not help wrinkling.

Jon didn't know what he was going to do. Suddenly he held his foot in his big hand and struggled for a while. He whispered in a somewhat embarrassed voice, "what are you going to do?"

"Don't move." After Bai Jihan said two words in a deep voice, she bent down and put her feet on her knees. Then she took a bottle of medicinal oil from a bag on the ground beside her.

He twisted off the lid, poured some in his big hands, took a look at her feet, frowned slightly, and whispered, "I'll give you some oil. It will hurt a little. You can hold it."

Without waiting for Jon to answer, he pressed his big hand on her crutch and rubbed it gently.

"Ah

Sure enough, when his big hand touched her foot, Jon couldn't help crying.

Bai Jihan's big palms stopped. He looked up at Jon and said softly, "if it hurts, you should bear it."

Only by rubbing with oil can she get better quickly.

"Well." Jon knew that the pain must be tolerated, so she bit her lower lip tightly and nodded gently.

Bai Jihan hangs his head and continues to move on his big palm. His expression is focused and serious, and the movements on his palm are gentle and steady.

On his forehead, there were tiny grains of sweat, and his face was slightly red.

Did he just run down to buy medicine oil?

Even if he can't run so fast!

"This medicine oil..."

"When you were taking a bath, I called for someone to buy it. I just came downstairs and brought it up." He interrupted without raising his head before she finished asking.

"Oh."

It turned out that he had already thought of this problem when she took a bath.

Looking at another bag on the ground, he asked again, "that's..."

"Clothes, for you." He still did not look up, "tomorrow will let people send more sets."

"Oh."

It turned out that when she took a bath and scolded him from head to toe, he even helped her solve the problem of changing clothes.

Come to think of it, it's really I'm a little sorry for him.

"Thank you..."

"No!" He finally looked up.

Black thick short broken hair, a slightly whiter than wheat face, inlaid with brilliant dark star eyes, like a deep pool reflecting the night sky.

He looked at her with a slight frown and sighed, "Ian, we are husband and wife. You don't have to say thank you to me."

His voice, like the cello, was so low and intoxicating that it was so beautiful.

After he finished, he lowered his head and continued to rub it for her.

Jon's mood at the moment is complicated.

Some nervous, some sweet

He said, Ian, we are husband and wife.

She did feel a sense of being taken care of.

Light and warm.

How long hasn't she felt that way?

After college? Or after that person disappeared?

She did not remember, she only knew that Bai Jihan gave her care this evening, which really made her heart warm.

Looking at him holding her feet, not light or heavy to rub, as if to treat a treasure.

This gives her an illusion that they are like a couple who have been married for many years and have deep feelings.

However, she only knew him for one day, even their marriage was fake

Qiao Yien suddenly retracted his feet, looked at him, and said with a trace of Indifference: "Ji Han, OK, I don't feel much pain."

After rubbing it for so long, she really didn't feel much pain.

She only felt a tingling pain on her feet. As a doctor, she knew very well that it was the oil.

She didn't want him to be so nice to her. She couldn't let herself enjoy his kindness.

"Ji Han, why did you marry me?"

The answer she didn't get in the afternoon was asked by her at the moment.Bai Jihan stopped the action in his hand, raised his head and looked at her deeply.

After reading for a long time, I suddenly smile and say in a low voice: "this question, I have already answered you this afternoon."

He stood up, cleaned up the oil on the ground, turned and put it on the table beside him.

Then he went out without saying anything.

Jon looked at him until his figure disappeared at the door, and he came downstairs outside. She didn't stop her nervousness.

Wrapped in a quilt, she slowly jumped to the door and looked around her head.

Then, a moment to hide into the room, a door closed, do not forget to lock the door.

After locking, she thought that this was Bai Jihan's room. Even if she's locked, does he want to come in?

However, a lock is always safer than no lock.