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Her man, like a god, dwells in her heart.

There was nothing he couldn't do.

As long as he is there, she doesn't have to worry about it, he will do everything for her.

The only thing she had to do was hide under his arms and enjoy everything he had with her.

His gentleness, his love, his care, his love.

"What's wrong, looking at me so stupidly?"

Jian Yiyang continued to skillfully wash her hair, and looked at her with soft eyes.

In fact, this is not the first time to wash your hair like this.

When she was young, he often held her like this and washed her hair.

Anyway, for as long as she can remember, he's often had to wash her hair.

When he was young, he also bathed her.

Even the first menarche was the tampon he changed and the underwear he washed.

A man who exists like a god and stands on the top of the mountain can do anything for her.

Thinking about it, thinking about it, Chu Qi's nose couldn't help but be sour, his eyes were red, and he looked up at him with watery eyes.

Seeing her eyes full of tears and a drooping look, Jian Yiyang's heart tightened, and he threw the towel in his hand directly into the bathtub, supported her neck with both hands, and looked at her with a distressed expression:

"What's wrong? Does the wound hurt?"

Considering that her wound could not be wet, he was careful not to let his water-stained hand touch her wound.

Chu Qi shook his head, but the tears in his eyes were even more watery, and then slid down the corners of his eyes, dripping onto his thighs and spreading on his pants.

"Seven, what the hell is wrong, um? Tell me, what's uncomfortable? Don't let me worry, Seven. ”

Holding her neck with both hands steadily, he bent over and hung his head, kissed her on the lips, and looked at her anxiously and worriedly.

"No, no. Chu Qi reached out and wiped his eyes, squeezing out a smile that was comparable to an ugly smile towards him, "It's just that I suddenly thought of a lot of things." You continue to wash my hair, the wound is not painful anymore, and there is no discomfort. Really, I kid you not. ”

gently scraped the tip of her nose, and said very dotingly: "Silly seven." Be careful, wash it, go back to your room and dry your hair before taking a shower. ”

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled a pair of bath towels, and took the whole bag of Chu Qi's wet hair, and then carried her out of the bathroom and into the room.

He laid her flat on the bed, took a hair dryer out of the cupboard, rested her head on her lap, and helped her blow her hair.

"Yiyang. ”

With his hands around his waist, he blew his hair on his behalf, rubbing his cheeks against his lower abdomen, calling his name.

"Well, yes. What do you want to say?"

His hands continued to blow her hair, responding to her softly.

"Yiyang. ”

Without saying anything else, he called his name again, and looked at him with a look in his eyes that was as gentle as water.

"Hmm. Does the wound hurt?"

Shaking his head, "No, it doesn't hurt." He grinned at him, "It doesn't hurt at all, I just want to call your name." ”

"Silly Seven. Fingertips stroked her cheek and turned off the hair dryer, "Okay, my hair is dry, I'll take a shower for you." ”

As he spoke, he patted her on the shoulder and motioned for her to get up.

"I can wash it myself," Chu Qi whispered as he looked at him.

Her wound was on her head, and there was no wound anywhere else.

"Obedient, I said to help you wash, and I will help you wash. ”