Dear Mr. Shi

The injury caused by the cold is not serious. After all, there is no damage to the organs, but it is not too light to say that it is mild.

The leg cut by the broken glass was very deep, and there were still some glass shards inside, which needed to be cleaned up and then sutured.

They went to the hospital. The doctor took more than an hour to treat all the wounds that were kept out of the cold and advised him to be hospitalized for observation.

But when it is cold, he is unwilling.

The doctor had no choice but to tell him to rest until the wound healed.

However, Shi Yuhan didn't care much. As soon as I returned to the hotel where I lived, I took my clothes and went to the bathroom.

Song Qinghuan looked at the densely wrapped bandages on Shi Yuhan's legs, thinking about the doctor's instructions before leaving the hospital.

For the first time, she blocked his way: "The doctor said that your wound should not be exposed to water, and it is best not to take a bath."

Shi Yuhan raised his eyebrows indifferently and refused: "No, I can't sleep without showering."

Song Qinghuan frowned in distress: "Then when you wash, you must be very careful not to wet the bandage on your feet, otherwise the wound will become inflamed."

Shi Yuhan looked at her with deep eyes: "You help me wash."

Song Qinghuan's eyes widened in astonishment: "What?"

Shi Yuhan's indifferent expression slid over a trace of evil charm without showing a trace, and then embarrassed: "It's really not very good. I'll do it myself. It's really getting wet and inflamed, and it won't hurt for a few days."

Hearing this, Song Qinghuan flashed through her mind, a piece of news she saw on the Internet.

It was reported in the news that a person cut her toenails and accidentally cut her feet, but she never cared. The back foot became inflamed and the feet were rotten. Then she went to the hospital. The result was so serious that she had to amputate her limbs.

"Forget it, let me help you!" Song Qinghuan gave a guillotine look on his face, and helped Shi Yuhan walk into the bathroom.

"Would you like to wash with me?" Shi Yuhan asked Song Qinghuan, who was discharging water, as he undressed.

Song Qinghuan looked back and saw Shi, who took off his clothes and had a naked and **** chest, to keep out the cold.

She was very embarrassed and flushed with shame: "No...no, no need!"

Although the two have been very close, it was the first time that they faced each other like this.

Hurry back and test the water temperature by hand.

Shi Yuhan didn't say anything. He just stepped up to her. Song Qinghuan turned her eyes unconsciously, and saw the firmness of the cloth wrapped between someone's legs, and her heart suddenly trembled.

The memory of lingering on the bed with him suddenly came to her heart, and she found that her cheeks were instantly red as if burned by fire.

"Are you sure, really don't?" Shi Yuhan followed her gaze, glanced at her own place, raised her eyebrows, and didn't feel ashamed.

Instead, she stretched out her hand to lift her from the ground and gently pulled her up, "You won't wash it!"

Song Qinghuan bit her lip, gently patted his hand away, turned around with a blushing face, and said in response to the cold: "Wash it first, then I'll get your pajamas."

Shi Yuhan looked at Song Qinghuan, the figure who had almost fled, couldn't help laughing.

This dried lentil carob is not that I haven't seen it up close, and it's shy.

When Song Qinghuan came out again with her pajamas, Shi Yuhan lay down in the bathtub, his injured leg stretched out of the bathtub.

She put her pajamas aside, and then walked to the bathtub. When she was about to wash him with a towel, Shi Yuhan suddenly opened her lips: "I feel uncomfortable on my shoulders. You can press it for me."