After dilly-dallying and worrying, night finally came.
Cui Weizhen was severely mysophobic, and Ye Zhenzhen was no less accommodating. He felt uncomfortable all over without bathing for a day, and even after Cui Weizhen came out of the bath and gave him medicine, he didn't decide to take a bath.
Cui Weizhen seemed unaware of her embarrassment and looked at her with a little disgust, "You don't want to take a shower today? You are not allowed to sleep with me tonight."
Ye Zhenzhen: "..."
Why does this kind of person still have a wife?
She chuckled and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "Although I can't use my left hand, I can still bathe myself with my right hand, so I won't bother you to help."
Cui Weizhen: "...whatever you want."
Unexpectedly, Ye Zhenzhen was a little surprised to get rid of the rabbit's fate so easily, and even suspected that she had thought too much, but it was impossible to apologize. After the hot water was brought in, she immediately jumped in.
The bathroom was separated by a pine and bamboo screen. Cui Weizhen was worried that it would be inconvenient for her if she needed anything, so he sat down on the couch at one end, set up the kang table, fetched the chessboard and chess pieces, and studied the chess game he had seen the day before.
He frowned and quietly picked up the chess pieces to lay out the game.
Suddenly he heard a soft cry from the bathroom. Cui Weizhen's body reacted faster than his consciousness. He ran in and saw that Ye Zhenzhen was holding the bathtub with one hand, and her injured hand was weak. She knew she was out of the bath.
I accidentally slipped while loading the bucket.
Cui Weizhen didn't think much, and quickly went over to help her up and sit down softly. He picked up her left hand and took a look, "Fortunately, the wound didn't bleed or get wet. Does your hand hurt?"
Ye Zhenzhen's face suddenly became as bright as red clouds. She closed her eyes and did not dare to look directly at him. After a long time, she hummed and said, "I, I'm a little cold."
A towel covered his head, and Cui Weizhen said softly, "Don't move around. I'll dry your hair to avoid catching the cold."
Ye Zhenzhen's heart was sweeter than drinking honey. She nestled in his arms obediently and let him carry him back to the house. She sat motionless like a beautiful and well-behaved baby, but her eyes restlessly glanced at the substitute.
She wipes the hair of the person.
The lines of his facial features that used to be gentle have gradually become deeper and firmer. When he is not smiling or has a sullen face, he is like a sword hidden in a sheath, with a coldness and ruthlessness that repels people thousands of miles away. But he is always gentle, with a commendable gentleman.
His demeanor, like the gentle breeze and bright moonlight, has confused many outsiders.
But those are masks for dealing with outsiders. Every time he is in front of her, Cui Weizhen is always completely different. For example, now, the longing light and shadow have softened his eyebrows, seeming to reveal some kind of soft affection, and there are ripples in his deep black eyes.
, it seems that the Wei River is full of warm spring in April, warm and fragrant.