I really don't want a second marriage

Wash, take a bath??

After a kiss, hearing this word, Xiaoyan felt it was difficult not to be crooked, and the blank brain had a touch of color.

Seeing that the little girl looked at herself in amazement, and her eyes were full of strange looks, Han Qing knew that she might want to be crooked, so she had to explain in a low voice.

"Take a bath and calm down."

"Oh, oh..." Xiaoyan nodded, and then took the initiative to walk in the direction of the bathroom.

The bathroom was in the front where you could see, so Xiao Yan went in by himself and closed the door automatically.

After blocking everything outside, Xiaoyan looked into the mirror.

Her face in the mirror was red. Because she had just kissed, her lips were also red. She quietly looked at the mirror for a long time before slowly reaching out and touching her lips with her fingertips.

Is it her illusion?

Just now, Han Qing kissed her? Moreover, it's not the kind of kiss that dragonfly touches the water. It's completely

Compared with her previous active sneak attacks, this kind of kiss can be as strong as her ten sneak attacks.

Is it fake? Either she is dreaming or she is dreaming!

Xiaoyan suddenly stretched out her hand and pinched her cheek. As a result, her face suddenly changed and she cried out in pain, but she soon thought of something. She covered her mouth and stared at her eyes in amazement.

Han Qing will hear her shout so close?

Xiaoyan swallowed the pain back to her stomach, then opened the shower and stood under the shower with hot water.

The previous dirty thoughts disappeared. I have to say that Han Qing really kissed just right. Now she is occupied by that kiss.

Xiao Yan put his hand over his cheek.

I don't know how long it took. There was a knock on the door outside.

Xiaoyan became nervous, turned off the shower, and stood there, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

"I'll hang my clothes at the door and go out. Remember to take them."

Then there was the sound of plastic bags, and then Han Qing's footsteps went away. Xiao Yan heard the bedroom door being taken away.

She hesitated for a moment, walked forward barefoot, quietly opened a crack in the door, and explored her hand to get the bag.

In the bag was a thick black shirt, which turned red at a glance.

There are no other men here. Is this one his? He gave her his shirt? Xiaoyan gently bit his lower lip and felt uneasy.

What should I do? Does she want to wear it?

But is it too much to wear his shirt?

However, the reality can't tolerate Xiaoyan's hesitation, because her clothes have been soiled by soil and wetted by water after coming in.

Maybe she shouldn't have come in to take a bath.

How are you now?

After a long delay, Xiao Yan dried up and put on the black shirt.

Han Qing is tall and petite. After her shirt is on, she covers her two white knees tightly, and the color is dark. She can't see anything at all.

Looking in the mirror for a while, Xiao Yan was relieved at last.

She took a deep breath, then opened the bathroom door and went out.

The room was quiet, only her own breathing. She walked through the room barefoot, leaving a row of white water footprints.

"Finished washing?"

The cold male voice came from the door, scared Xiaoyan, and then subconsciously stretched out his hand ring in front of him.

This action made Han Qing a little embarrassed. He pursed his thin lips and looked unnaturally away. "There's a coat on the sofa. Put it on."

Now Xiaoyan is a puppet carrying a thread, and the person carrying the thread is Han Qing. Basically, she will do whatever he says.

So after listening to Han Qing's words, Xiao Yan went to the sofa and put on his coat.

The jacket is a spring style, especially light and thin. After wearing it, it eases Xiaoyan's embarrassment,

Seeing her put on her coat, Han Qing came in with a pair of slippers and bent down to her feet. His voice was low: "there are no extra shoes. Wear mine first."

After listening, Xiaoyan bowed her head. In front of her was a pair of light gray indoor male slippers. The man's number was much larger than the woman's. Xiaoyan's feet left a lot of space after wearing them.

"I'm wearing yours. What about you?"

Xiaoyan glanced at him. He didn't wear shoes.

Strange, is there only one pair of shoes in this room?

Perhaps Han Qing saw her idea and answered her concerns in a low voice.

"There are few here, so there is only one pair."

With that, Han Qing reached out and pinched her thin arm, "come and apply the medicine."

She was dragged by Han Qing to the sofa and sat down. Then she watched him open the medicine box, take out the wound medicine from it, and wipe the wound on her face first.

He rubbed carefully, and because they were close, their breathing got entangled from time to time. Xiaoyan could only try to control himself to avoid spraying his breath on each other's face.

After wiping his face, Han Qing looked at her and asked.

"Where did you get hurt?"

Xiao Yan is frozen in place, on his body? Is he going to wipe his own body? In fact... She didn't seem to be hurt at all. Because Han Qing appeared in time, she only got a slap in the face and torn her clothes. In addition, she didn't suffer any other substantive damage.

When I took a shower just now, my back was a little spicy. I don't know if it was because I rubbed the wall.

However, it was a back after all. She couldn't have told Han Qing.

Can't you take off your shirt and let him wipe his back?

Han Qing looked at the little girl's reddish cheek and paused for a long time. He suddenly thought of something and asked in a deep voice, "inconvenient?"

Xiao Yan nodded stupidly, then quickly shook his head, "no, it's not inconvenient, i... I'm not hurt."

Hearing this, Han Qing frowned. When he passed by, he saw the little girl pressed on the rough wall. The little girl's skin was tender and could not have been hurt.

However, men and women are different, which is really inconvenient.

Han Qing handed the medicine to her: "can you rub it? This medicine is good for wound healing and can relieve inflammation and pain. If you can rub it as much as possible, I'll help you."

"... no, I'll do it myself."

It's impossible for him to help. Xiao Yan can only quickly take the medicine, then get up and go to the bathroom.

When applying the medicine, Xiaoyan found that the wound was on the back. It was really difficult to apply the medicine, but it could not be applied evenly, and the strength was not easy to control. If he was not careful, he would scratch the wound.

But she insisted on finishing the medicine.

Just after applying the medicine, Xiaoyan felt that his wound seemed to be aggravated.

She put on her clothes and went out to return the medicine bottle to Han Qing.

"Done?"

Xiaoyan nodded awkwardly.

"Well..."

After the wound was treated, the two were speechless. After calming down, Xiaoyan felt very embarrassed. Instead, Han Qing handed over her mobile phone.

"It's getting late. Call your aunt and report peace."

Xiao Yan woke up and nodded, "OK."