Xiao Sheng was washing inside, but unconsciously observed the changes everywhere.
The shampoo was passive, and Gong Shiheng used it.
Well, she just smelled it, but why is it different from what she usually smells?
The shower gel has also been passive, what does it smell like?
She rushed away every time, not paying attention to the smell, and today she subconsciously paid attention.
Orange-scented.
I thought about it all over the place, and the moment the water drips, I couldn't help but pat my forehead.
What are you doing.
Still not a serious person.
Why--
She quickly finished the shower, stepped on the water to the dry area to get clothes, and searched it for a while before she found out.
Unlucky, I forgot to take the towel.
After hesitating for a moment, she didn't call Gong Shiheng. She simply wiped the clothes she had changed, and then hurriedly put on the clothes and went out.
Outside, Gong Shiheng sat at her desk, flipping her work notes in his hand, but his eyes were not fixed on the words.
Xiao Sheng walked out and said, "Can you see it if you don't turn on the desk lamp?"
Gong Shiheng came back to his senses, turned around and found that she walked out barefoot with water under her feet. Her clothes were a little wet for some reason, and they were stuck to her skin, vaguely depicting the lines inside.
He withdrew his gaze and said, "Yes."
Xiao Sheng glanced at the lights in the room and said, "Stop looking, this light is too dim."
"good."
The two of them were talking nonsense. Xiao Sheng returned to the bed and wiped the water from his hair with a towel, but felt that the back of his neck was so hot that it hurt.
Gong Shiheng noticed her micro-expression and walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"
“It hurts a little behind.”
"I'll help you... see?"
Xiao Sheng looked up, his eyes were a little misty, and he replied casually, "Okay."
Gong Shiheng then approached and sat down next to her.
Xiao Sheng turned on the lamp at the head of the bed, lowered his neck, and said, "Under the collar, it feels like it's burning."
"Don't move, I'll see."
"oh."
The girl didn't move, just like a small statue.
Gong Shiheng gently pulled her collar back a little, and with the dim light, he saw a piece of skin being scratched.
"Is there any medicine in the room?"
Xiao Sheng didn't move, but just raised his head, "There is ointment in the bedside table, but it seems that the scratches cannot be cured."
Gong Shiheng opened the bedside table and saw a half-used ointment. He looked at the function and could barely use it.
"It hurts a little." He reminded Xiao Sheng.
Xiao Sheng waved his hand without looking back, "Pull it casually."
Gong Shiheng said nothing, unspoken the lid and squeezed out the ointment, but suddenly remembered that there was no cotton swab.
He hesitated for a moment, squeezed the ointment into his fingertips, and his eyes fell on the wound.
Xiao Sheng lowered his head. He could feel pain before, but after a moment, he could only feel his neck soreness, but she couldn't urge Gong Shiheng.
Just as I was a little unbearable, I suddenly felt a slight touch on the back of my neck.
She shuddered.
Gong Shiheng thought she was hurt, so his subordinates were moving lighter, "Have it over."
"Ah... it doesn't hurt."
She closed her eyes and whispered a swear word in her heart.
I wouldn't have let him paint if I had known.
It hurts no longer, but the cells all over the body were activated in an instant, and they were dancing in unison.
To die.
Gong Shiheng applied ointment to her. When she was striking, she obviously saw her back tight and her bones closed.
When he was lost, he saw a drop of water at the end of her hair slide down, slowly entering her clothes along her skin.
One, two.
In a daze, he found that the water droplets were about to pass through the wound, and subconsciously stretched out his finger to intercept them.