"This really works," she said, not particularly believing him.

Li Nanheng glanced at her coldly, "My own wrist, can I still endure it and keep hurting and tell you how to do it, what so much nonsense?"

Feng Ling: "Oh. ”

That's right, there's no way he can let his wrist really be ruined.

She hurriedly went to get a hot towel and covered him, and then went to Dabin to ask for the knee pad that automatically heated out of nowhere.

Not to mention, this knee pad can really heat up when you put it in your hand, Feng Ling studied it for a while before he saw that there was a battery in a hidden buckle inside, no wonder it could heat up.

After getting it back, wrap the towel around Li Nanheng's wrist like this, and then wrap the knee pads that automatically heat up around the towel, making sure that the towel will always maintain a suitable temperature, which can not only make a hot compress for the wrist, but also fix his wrist because it is tied a little tightly, so as not to suffer secondary injury due to the pulling of the ligament.

It is precisely because Li Nanheng's wrist is really injured that it is not light, and although the life of the three fats was saved, he had a severe cold, was bedridden, and was sick all day, with fever and cough, which made the people in the two tents very busy, especially when it was time to eat, they all came out to help each other, and they were trying to make porridge and other light things.

Li Nanheng is not as troublesome as Sanfat, although the injury is his right hand, but every time it is time to eat, he doesn't need to speak, Feng Ling takes the initiative to come over, either directly give him a spoon, so that he can use it to eat more conveniently, or simply help him sandwich the dishes and put them in the bowl in front of him.

At first, Li Nanheng said that he didn't need her, but after using it easily, he didn't even use the spoon and waited for her to feed it.

Feng Ling saw that his wrist did hurt so much that he couldn't move, although he felt that this didn't seem appropriate, but he still fed it, just like he was a child in his twenties, just feed it.

In this way, Li Nanheng even needed her to help him put on his coat and take off his coat, and at the end of the day, except for him going to the toilet, almost everything else was for Feng Ling to help.

At night again, because of the wrist injury last night, Li Nanheng didn't take a bath, and obviously he still can't wash it tonight.

Feng Ling just went to the tent next door to see the three fat, the fever of the three fat has subsided, but the person is very weak, soaked in such cold water for a long time, and then he was scared again, it is estimated that he will get sick, and the other brothers are there to take care of it day and night, and after making sure that there is no major problem over there, Feng Ling returned to the tent here.

As soon as I came back, I saw Li Nanheng unwrapping his clothes with one hand and walking to the bathroom wearing only a close-fitting T-shirt.

Feng Ling looked at his back suspiciously, and shouted, "Boss, what are you doing in the bathroom, it's inconvenient for you to take a shower now." ”

"You can't wash your hair without taking a bath"

Li Nanheng has always had a habit of cleanliness, and he can bear it without taking a bath for a day or two, but he is really uncomfortable not washing his hair.

Feng Ling followed him to the door of the bathroom, and saw him buried his head in the sink next to the simple bathroom, unscrewing the faucet of the makeshift water pipe with one hand, and pouring water on his hair with one hand.

"That's how you wash"

"Otherwise?"

Because of the bending over, his voice was two points lower, with a little guttural voice and a faint dullness.

With his eyes closed, he bent over the sink, looking a little struggling, but insisting on washing.

Feng Ling looked at it for a while.

Li Nanheng was pouring water on his head, and the sound of Feng Ling's footsteps was heard in his ears.

In the next second, a pair of hands suddenly appeared in the water, pulled away his uninjured hand, and picked up some warm water and poured it into his hair.

He paused, and in such a bent position, he turned his head to look at her.

Feng Ling's voice was extremely natural, "Your hands are inconvenient, so I'll come." ”

Li Nanheng didn't speak, the hand that was supposed to wash his own hair paused in mid-air, slowly landed on the washstand, put it on it, and didn't move again.

Although Feng Ling is usually nimble, don't look at her as thin and small compared to everyone else, but in fact, she is definitely a violent person when she is really trained, but at this moment, her movements are very light, she pours water on his hair, and then rubs it again.

Seeing that his hair was almost wet, he turned off the faucet again and went to the side to get shampoo.

"Boss, my shampoo isn't as good as the one you used when you were at base, don't you mind?"

He paused, closed his eyes and didn't forget to say, "I used it when I was taking a shower here the night before yesterday, do you think I think I think I mind this kind of thing?"

Feng Ling rolled his eyes in a direction he couldn't see, of course she didn't know if he was this kind of person, but who usually had such a habit of cleanliness, who knew if he would be very disgusted with other people's toiletries.

She didn't say anything more, squeezed out the shampoo, lathered in the palm of her hand, and rubbed it into his hair.

In this tent is simple and cramped in the bathroom, dim light.

The tall and tall man bent over and did not move, as if a tough guy had never bowed down to Chen Chen in front of her, and she stood beside him, washing his hair carefully, her movements were light and slow, a little jerky.

However, Feng Ling, who has been trying his best to help him wash his hair well, and doesn't like to wash him too uncomfortably, doesn't know how Li Nanheng is suffering from torture and psychological challenges at this time.

The man's eyes were closed, his vision was gone, and all the senses of his body became more acute in the darkness.

He leaned over the sink, feeling her soft hand gently rubbing between his hair, occasionally scratching, not painful or itchy, but as if he had ignited something silently.

Her fingertips fell on her ears like a small flame with a frowning fire.

She pressed against her scalp, and each stroke made him tingle with sensitivity.

She turned on the faucet and began pouring water on his head again, asking "Is the water at the right temperature?"

The water temperature is very suitable, lukewarm and hot, not hot at all.

But the water slipped down his hair, and his neck began to burn.

Feng Ling's hands rubbed back and forth between his hair, his fingers gently brushed the foam around his ears, and combed the stubble above his neck.

Li Nanheng stood there silently, as if someone had lit a fire in his chest, one after another, unable to extinguish it.

After washing it like this for a while, until the foam on his hair and neck was washed clean, Feng Ling picked up a towel and wiped his hair for him, "Okay." ”

Li Nanheng raised his head, but he didn't straighten his waist, he still propped his hands on the platform, and said lightly, "The water has flowed into my clothes, don't you mind helping me wipe my body again"