Drifting Towards You

Rong Chen paused slightly when he opened the medicine box, and looked up at the opposite woman.

She was wearing a light blue nightdress with puff sleeves and her hair was **** indiscriminately. She looked a little embarrassed because of the fall.

This will tears like no money, crackling down, pitiful not.

Rong Chen walked to her, stood by the sofa, pushed her little head into his arms, and said warmly, "I'm stupid, okay."

Jun Liao's little face was buried in his arms, a little dazed.

There is a faint fragrance on his body, and there is also a smell of disinfectant.

It feels different from my brother.

His hands seemed strong and warm, but pressing her head lightly made her unable to resist.

Her sobs gradually became a bit smaller, and she didn't know why she didn't feel that his embrace was actually annoying.

I don't know how long it took, and Jun came back to his senses.

With red eyes, he raised his hand from his arms, realizing that he was just thinking about something, he lowered his head and did not dare to look at him, and his ears were slightly red.

Rong Chen watched her gradually calm down, turned around and took out the rubbing medicine from the medicine box.

"I will wipe it for you or wipe it myself." Rong Chen asked softly.

Jun raised his head and stared at him blankly.

After reacting for a while, I realized where I was hurt, and my face turned red a little bit, "wipe it myself."

"En, good." Rong Chen handed her the medicine.

Jun stretched out his hand to take it, clenched it tightly, and didn't move.

Rong Chen glanced at her, naturally knowing what she was thinking, and said warmly: "I'll clean up the bathroom, you wipe the medicine and call me."

Jun nodded, but didn't dare to look at him.

Upon seeing this, Rong Chen turned and walked into the bathroom and began to pick up the mess.

When she fell, the water basin on the ground also turned over.

Although not all the water was spilled, the floor of the bathroom was messy.

Jun stretched his neck and looked at the movement on the other side of the bathroom. Then he stood up carefully on the edge of the sofa and lifted his nightdress.

He took out a large piece of ointment and placed it on the palm of his hand, and Jun took a backhand and rubbed his lumbar spine and hip bone indiscriminately.

She also said that it doesn't hurt.

Just the moment I fell, my whole body was in pain.

This would have eased a lot, but the bones were okay, bruising was indispensable, her hands were so messy, she grinned in pain.

After Rong Chen cleaned up the bathroom, it was estimated that she was almost there, so she came out directly from the bathroom.

Sure enough, Jun Li would be lying on the sofa, rubbing her wounds with her little hand through her nightdress.

Rong Chen turned around, soaked a towel and wrung it dry, walked to the sofa and pinched one of her ankles to wipe her foot.

The warmth that suddenly spread to the soles of the feet made Jun let out a comfortable cry.

When I came back to my senses, my cheeks turned red: "You...what are you doing?"

"There are bubbles on your feet, don't you know?" Rong Chen said lightly.

Jun hadn't said anything, but muttered in a low voice: She can come by herself...

Rong Chen ignored her either. Her slender, snow-white feet were in her palms, which looked very cute, and her pale pink nails were slightly curled up with a lustrous luster.

There seemed to be a kick in the ankle, and a red mark was knocked out.

"Okay..." Jun said in a low voice, shrinking himself like an ostrich.

Rong Chen let go of her feet and turned back to the bathroom.

Jun finally breathed a sigh of relief, lying on the sofa and rubbing his wounds.

After Rong Chen came out, he sat directly on the sofa.

Before Jun returned to his senses, he felt a big warm hand fell under her waist through the thin dress.