After cleansing and leaving the house, I am beautiful

Chapter 269 Life Is Not a Movie
"It's okay, it's not too late for us to start now." She buried her head under his neck, and her hands around his waist tightened a little more.

He rubbed his chin against the top of her hair, slightly bent his thin lips, and let out a soft sigh: "Fortunately, today I had grandma's divine assist, otherwise I really don't know what to do with you?"

He tightened his limbs tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his body: "You have to believe that you are the last person I want to hurt."

"Aying, our life is not a movie. If you miss it this time, you can watch it again tomorrow if you buy a ticket. Sometimes if you miss it, you miss it. I'm just too afraid to miss you again, so I made that night that night. thing."

"I……"

He stopped short, released her from his arms, jumped off the bed, walked out of the room, but quickly returned to the bed, uncapped the green bottle he was holding, and put it on the bedside table.

"Aying, I should have hurt you that night. You take off your clothes and let me see. I'll help you apply the medicine."

Before she finished speaking, she stretched out her hand, wanting to unbutton her shirt, she pressed his hand for an instant, her face flushed, and she stammered: "You... go out first, I... will do it myself."

He seemed a little speechless, looked at her, and laughed: "Where is there on your body that I haven't seen?"

She blushed even more: "I... I'm not used to it."

"Then you take it off yourself, then lie on your stomach, I'll wipe the back for you, and you wipe the front yourself."

She didn't dare to look at him, and lowered her head: "Okay...then turn your face away. "

He turned his head to one side, and heard a rustling sound.

"Okay."

When he turned his head, she was lying on her stomach, motionless, her arms were tightly closed, and so were her legs. It could be seen that her body was stiff.

On her smooth and fair back, there was a swollen bruise the size of three fingers.

His brows were tightened suddenly, and his lips were drawn into lines: "It will be a little cold when you first apply it."

He turned up the temperature of the air conditioner by two degrees.

Dip a small piece of blue ointment with a cotton swab, and then apply the ointment to the wound on her back, and then spread it evenly.

A burst of coolness soaked into her skin, and she shivered slightly.

He immediately used his warm fingertips to gently massage it in circular motions until it was absorbed, and the skin began to feel a burning sensation, so comfortable that she couldn't help but sigh.

He bent his lips, and then turned her over unexpectedly, just like turning a fish in a pot.

She folded her arms across her chest and stared at him.

He froze for a moment, curled his lips, put the shirt on her chest, and smiled slightly: "Don't be nervous, I won't wipe it for you." His voice was low and sexy.

After he painted his waist, there was a small bruise on each of his legs.

"The rest, you wipe it yourself."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and sat down at the end of the bed, turned on the TV, and watched the evening news.

Feeling that he was taking it seriously, she relaxed and applied the ointment.

He turned around suddenly, just in time to meet her eyes, her chest froze, she forgot to cover it, but stared at him blankly, the air in the room instantly became thinner.

He moved to her side again and asked, "Have you finished painting?" His voice was very low.

She rolled her tight throat and let out a soft "um".

He put it next to his ear and said, "Then I'll give you a massage." The hot breath sprayed on the face, ears and neck, causing a burst of numbness.

Her body froze for a moment, and she held her breath.

(End of this chapter)