If the love is deep into the bones

Chapter 148 Who Loves To Wait For You

He glanced at me, sprayed it on my legs, rubbed it and then covered my legs.

Xu Shi said something to me, and I was suffocated and embarrassed in my heart. I didn't want to cry or howl anymore, but I couldn't stop the moaning and chirping, but I couldn't stop it, and my body shrank back even more...even though he clasped his hands tightly. I can't move my calf at all...

"Huh... can you stop screaming?" He paused, took a deep breath and raised his eyes to look at me and said.

With my scalp numb, I didn't understand what he said at all, so I sighed and frowned and looked at him, "What?"

He glanced directly at me, and pressed his hand again...

"Ahhh-"

"Keep your voice down."

"You, you call... ah... say hello... ah..."

He rubbed it twice again, let go of his hand, and said impatiently, "It's alright, alright."

As soon as I heard that it was all right, I drew back my feet impatiently.

Then I found that rubbing it was very useful. When I retracted, I didn’t feel much pain when I stretched my muscles. It hurt when I moved just now...Of course, it may be too painful to paralyze the pain-sensing nerves...

"Turn around and rub your shoulders."

I frowned, and turned around slowly, facing her with my left shoulder, and told her in a trembling voice, "Be gentle..."

"Are you annoying?" He looked at me, shaking the spray in his hand.

I was aggrieved, and couldn't help but glance at him, "I'm not bothered."

"Heh..." He laughed out loud, put the spray close to my arm, rubbed his hands after spraying and said, "If you dare to talk back, don't cry."

"!" When I heard that, my eyes widened, and I immediately turned to face him and leaned back.

"What are you doing?" He let go of his clasped hands.

"I'm not kneading anymore." I said.

"It hurts for a week after rubbing, and it hurts for a month without rubbing. You think about it yourself."

"...you're going to do something wrong." I glared at him.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, "You will believe me when I tell you?"

"letter."

"Then I won't do anything wrong, turn around."

"..." Only ghosts will believe you!
I didn't move, but my face was wrinkled, and he pulled his lower lip lightly, "The medicine is dry."

I still didn't move, my mouth was puckered, and he let out a sigh, "Who said it just now, I believe it?"

"...It's not like you are used to set people up."

He snorted softly, grabbed my arm and pulled me around, then picked up the spray again, "Do you still need to trap you with your little brain?"

If someone said this to me, I would definitely not accept it, but from him, I have nothing to say, after all, compared to him, I am really too tender.

Fortunately, the position of my shoulders and arms is not as severe as that of my legs, and it doesn't hurt as much when I rub my legs. I can bear it, but I just make a muffled snort or hiss from time to time...

He rubbed it for me three times, then stood up and said, "Wait until the medicine dries before putting on clothes, and I'll wash my hands."

I didn't say a word, took a heavy breath and watched him walk into the bathroom, then turned my head to look at the pajamas that I changed in the morning and put at the end of the bed.

I didn't listen to him, I moved to the end of the bed, reached out to pick up the pajamas, put it on, and then put it in one hand first, what do you mean waiting for the medicine to dry before putting on clothes?Hasn't this been rubbed dry by him earlier?Who are you bluffing?

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom. After I put on my clothes, I untied the towel and buttoned it.

As soon as I buttoned the last button, he came out. When I heard footsteps, I raised my head subconsciously, and I saw him walking towards me with his eyebrows frowned.

That made me startled, and my hands stopped, and he who came over stepped forward and pulled the pajama pants from my hand.

I was baffled, but I dared not speak out, so I could only ask in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

"You better not wear pajama pants on that leg, just sleep like this."

"..." I looked at him, my lips parted slightly, and a group of mud horses passed by in front of me.

My legs are bruised, but not cut, why should I not wear pants?Is he the one talking about sanctimoniously? !

He laughed and raised his eyes to look at me, "It feels pretty good to wear."

"..." I saw the deepness in his eyes, and my body froze, "I, I'm still in pain."

He closed his eyes lightly and asked, "Where does it hurt?"

The lazy voice was a little hoarse, I rolled my throat, and stopped talking, "It really hurts, and I'm dizzy and tired."

I'm not lying, I'm very tired, very tired, as if my whole body has been hollowed out, so tired that I don't even have the energy to think about and be afraid of the horrible scene an hour ago and his threats.

He didn't say a word, just looked at me like that, after a while, he threw the pajamas he had pulled from my hand on the bed, turned around and sat down on the edge of the bed, kicked off his shoes and went to bed, "Sleep when you're tired."

"..." Although his tone was a little bad, I still let go, because I really can't afford to toss about it now.

As I thought about it, I also kicked off my shoes and moved onto the bed. First, I picked up the pajama pants he had left in the middle of the bed, put them at the end of the bed, and then pulled up the thin quilt and crawled to the head of the bed to lie down on my side.

I pulled up the quilt and found that he had no intention of pulling it over to cover it at all. I pulled up a corner speechlessly and wanted to cover him, but suddenly realized something was wrong...

"You...don't change your pajamas anymore?" I looked at him slightly and asked.

He lay on his back, with one hand under his head, closed his eyes and replied, "I'm tired, I'm too lazy to change."

The corners of my mouth twitched slightly, but I still couldn't help reminding him, "You don't seem to have washed up yet."

He didn't reply to me immediately, but opened his eyes and looked at me after a pause for two seconds, and then said in a soft voice, "Dislike?"

"……No."

He didn't say a word, just looked at me like that, I slowly lowered my eyes a little speechlessly, pulled up the quilt again and put it on his chest.

He suddenly raised his hand and clasped my wrist, I was startled and raised my eyes.

His lips were pursed into a line, his eyes darkened a little scary, my little heart trembled, and just as I was about to speak, he suddenly let go of my hand, lifted the quilt I had just put on his chest and sat up, "I'm going to take a shower."

"..."

He moved out of bed, stood up and walked to the bathroom, and added in a soft voice, "Don't wait for me."

"..." Oh yo!Who likes to wait for you!

I resisted the urge to glance at his back until he walked into the bathroom and closed the door, and I didn't take that glance out.

It's strange to say that when he dragged me up the stairs and told me that I should feel that I should be close relatives with him now, I was still afraid of him, how could I get out of the shower, and he rubbed some medicine for me? If you don't want to, you will retreat to seven or eighty-eight?
(End of this chapter)