Zihang pouted, nodded aggrievedly, and said inch by inch: "It hurts, but with you, I won't hurt." Hey, hey!"

Jave glared at him fiercely: "Flamboyant, you deserve to be hurt!"

She turned and went downstairs again, laboriously lifting the wheelchair up and down the wall.

Then I looked around.

The three-bedroom layout, the north side is Zihang's room, and there are two bedrooms in the south, it seems that the area of all the rooms adds up, there must be more than 100 square meters.

Judging from the living room where she stands, the floor tiles, wallpaper and chandelier on the roof are simply and gorgeously furnished, but not compatible, and at the moment, it can be regarded as something that only rich families can afford.

The things in this living room are simple, just a set of leather sofas, a coffee table in front, and a TV set on the TV cabinet opposite.

Yafu walked into Zihang's room, where a double bed, a writing desk, and a large log-colored bookcase were placed in a grand manner. The most eye-catching thing is that there are several enlarged photos hanging on the wall at the head of the bed.

It is obviously a souvenir of Zihang's childhood and adulthood.

Jave deliberately walked to the side of the bed and looked at the photo carefully.

The smallest one is actually a hundred sunshine, a white and tender big fat boy, with dark eyes, a big grin, and a happy smile.

Next to him is six or seven years old, still round, chubby, simple, and cute when he laughs.

The next one is eleven or twelve years old, and looks a little older, but still retains the outline of a round face. When taking pictures, the star shape deliberately posed was very attentive.

When I got to junior high school, I began to learn to express myself strictly, but I was still very immature, and my eyes were cute and cool.

The next one, I guess it's high school, and it seems that I don't want to take pictures at all.

He was just wearing a school uniform, casually leaning against the wall of this room, his chin raised high, the corners of his mouth pulled down, his eyes languid, and his face full of impatience. And the face is getting longer, in fact, it should be said that it is more mature and handsome, but it is no longer approachable and indifferent, which Yafu does not like.

Jave turned to look at him, and then at the two chubby boys, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Zihang was looked at by her like this, his face was a little unbearable, and he pouted and muttered, "It's all my mother, I have to hang these things here!"

Seeing Yafu smiling and staring at the 100-day photo with good eyes, Zihang was even more unhappy, and reached out to pull her mischievously.

Caught off guard, her body lost her balance and fell to the bed, but her neck was a step slower.

Jave felt as if her neck had been broken, and she couldn't help but hiss in pain, and hurriedly covered her neck with her other hand.

Zihang didn't expect such a change to happen, so he caught Yafu who was upside down, and reached out to touch her neck.

The delicate and silky skin of the tentacles made his heart skip a half-beat, and he barely maintained his composure and asked her, "Yafu, Yafu, where do you hurt so much?"

Yafu was also stunned for a moment, his neck was crooked, and he didn't dare to move anymore, but his hand was there, and his heart was pounding uncomfortably, biting his lower lip, reminding himself to stay awake, and whispering, "You, you help me up." ”

Zihang then remembered that the posture of the two people was still ambiguous, and slowly helped her to sit on the edge of the bed, watching her crooked neck, wanting to reach out to rub her again, but afraid that she would be unhappy, his hand stopped in mid-air, looking at her in a daze.

Yave had already blushed, her eyes were rolling, she didn't know where to look, and she didn't dare to make a sound.

After a stalemate for a while, Zihang finally remembered the medicine prescribed by the hospital and asked Yafu to get it.

Jave was in so much pain that she walked out awkwardly.

She took out the safflower oil from her bag, stood in the living room and said, "This smells quite big, I'll put it on outside." ”

Zihang was unhappy: "Yafu, you come in, I'll give you the medicine!"

"No!" she quickly refused.

Zihang said: "Your neck is uncomfortable, your hand is stretched to the back, it is very inconvenient, you are obedient, I will help you." I'm not going to do anything to you, don't you believe me, am I such a vile and shameless villain in your eyes?"

Jave was a little angry when he heard this, and insisted that he raise his hand and try to rub it for a while, but his arm soon became sore, and he was indeed uncomfortable, so he had to go into the room.

Zihang showed a pleased smile: "Good, come here, I'll help you!"

Jave gave him a blank look, "What? I'm not a child. ”

But he also obediently sat in front of him, handed him the safflower oil, brushed his hair with his hands, and waited for him to take the medicine.

Zihang poured the medicinal oil into his hand, looked at the snow-white neck, quietly swallowed his saliva, and felt a little disdain in his heart: How can you have selfish thoughts at this time?

He put his hand on her neck and rubbed it slowly, in order to prevent her from being embarrassed, he didn't forget to chat with her: "You say, the technique is professional enough, right? ”