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When Yan Chengcheng and Bai Wei left Cong Ye's room, Zhi Xiaohui looked at Cong Ye with his arms hanging around his neck, and couldn't help but blush and jump at the thought of scrubbing Cong Ye's body next. With his head down, he came to Cong Ye, but he was thinking about how to take off his shirt for Cong Ye.

"Xiaohui, I really don't need to take a bath."

Seeing Zhi Xiaohui's expression, Cong Ye emphasized again embarrassedly.

Zhi Xiaohui ignored Cong Ye and watched it for a long time, if he wanted not to touch Cong Ye's injured arms, he couldn't take off his shirt anyway. After thinking for a while, he decisively picked up a fruit knife on the table, came to the back of Cong Ye, and said:

"Don't move."

Zhi Xiaohui pulled up Cong Ye's T-shirt and cut it into two pieces with a knife in three or two strokes, and then cut the two short sleeves as well, and then cut the front placket, and finally cut Cong Ye's half-new T-shirt into pieces. Then he pushed Congye into the bathroom, dipped a towel in water, and scrubbed the upper body of Congye little by little.

While wiping, think about what to do with the lower body. The more he thought about it, the redder his face became, Cong Ye had already discovered Zhi Xiaohui's already red ear roots, and said again and again:

"Alright, alright, so be it."

Ignoring Cong Ye, Zhi Xiaohui wiped himself for half an hour, and finally gritted his teeth and untied Cong Ye's belt. When the blood-soaked trousers on Cong Ye's right leg fell, the hideous wound between his legs was instantly revealed.

How did Zhi Xiaohui know that when Cong Ye bandaged the knife wound at the root of his thigh in the hospital, the nurse in the hospital had already cut Cong Ye's underwear and took it off.

The scene in front of him made Zhi Xiaohui even put his chin against his collarbone socket, held back his violent heartbeat, turned to the back of Cong Ye, and took a wet towel for a long time to start scrubbing from behind little by little. At this time, Cong Ye is no better than Zhi Xiaohui. I wanted to leave the bathroom several times and return to the bed in the suite, but the door of the bathroom had already been closed when Zhi Xiaohui came in, and Cong Ye couldn't move his two hands, how could he open it? I had to close my eyes and stand there, letting Zhi Xiaohui scrub his body.

The buttocks, thighs, calves, feet, and Chi Xiaohui have all been carefully scrubbed, and only the last place remains. Zhi Xiaohui lowered his head, looked at the floor of the bathroom, and the towel dipped in water in his hand approached little by little, but he didn't have the courage to scrub the hideous leaves. The more Zhi Xiaohui is like this, the more he takes the towel and patrols the root of the thighs of the bush leaves, the greater the stimulation and desire brought to the bush leaves, and the stronger the physiological reaction. It's just that at this point, Cong Ye won't say anything. The instinctive reaction of the body is not something that the clump leaves can control.

When Zhi Xiaohui finally pressed the towel dipped in water on Congye's hideous eyes, Congye almost shouted.

Zhi Xiaohui, who almost closed his eyes and finished scrubbing the lower half of his body for Cong Ye, until he helped Cong Ye into the bed in the suite, put on a nightgown for him, and helped him lie down on the bed, Zhi Xiaohui's heart almost jumped out of his throat.

Zhi Xiaohui, who had not fully recovered, had a violent heartbeat just now, which seemed to drive the injury at the broken meridians, and his heart ached faintly for a while, and he was curled up on the sofa outside, and tears fell from his eyes unconsciously. Zhi Xiaohui didn't know why he was crying. Since I cried bitterly on Nanjing Road in the afternoon, my eyes don't seem to be completely dry.

Time flies quickly in Zhi Xiaohui's thoughts, and when Bai Wei came to Cong Ye's room to replace Zhi Xiaohui at eleven forty, when she saw Zhi Xiaohui's red and swollen eyes and her body curled up on the sofa, her first reaction was that Zhi Xiaohui's old illness had relapsed.

"Sister Xiaohui, what's wrong with you?"

In a hurry, Bai Wei's voice inevitably became louder.

In fact, the cong leaves on the bed in the suite were not asleep, and his mind was full of the feeling when Zhi Xiaohui scrubbed his lower body, and he couldn't rule it out. Hearing Bai Wei's voice, Cong Ye supported himself with the elbows of his arms, sat on the bed with his waist hard, and then moved to the side of the bed and stood on the ground, when he wanted to go outside to see Zhi Xiaohui, who had not moved for a long time, the nightgown he was wearing had already slipped down, and he had become indifferent. lest Bai Wei open the door and come in, quickly sat back on the bed, and after lying on his back, he couldn't cover the towel quilt anyway.

"It's okay, my heart hurt a little just now, but now it's much better."

"Sister Xiaohui, you hurry up and go back to rest, leave it to me here."

"Well, okay."

Zhi Xiaohui stood up, walked to the door of the suite, and opened the door casually, Bai Wei also followed Zhi Xiaohui and glanced inside, just to see Cong Ye lying there naked on his back, his feet still swinging, as if he was going to cover the towel that had slipped to the side. Bai Wei just glanced at it, and immediately blushed and looked away, but Zhi Xiaohui walked in calmly, covered the bush leaves, and didn't forget to ask:

"Do you want to go to the bathroom?"

"Nope."

Cong Ye agreed softly, but he didn't dare to look at Zhi Xiaohui's eyes.

Zhi Xiaohui turned around and went out, closed the door casually, and said to Bai Wei:

"Then I'll go back."

Bai Wei's face was still feverish, she lowered her head slightly, sent Zhi Xiaohui to the door, closed the door with her hand, and then sat on the sofa, picked up the remote control and switched TV channels at will. Bai Wei didn't want to think about the scene she had just seen, but she couldn't control her thoughts. As a result, Bai Wei also imagined the scene when Zhi Xiaohui scrubbed her body for Brother Cong Ye, which couldn't help but cause Bai Wei's little heart to beat wildly.

Just now, Bai Wei also saw the calm face of Zhi Xiaohui who walked in to cover the towel quilt for Brother Cong Ye, and admired Zhi Xiaohui very much, and wondered in her heart, was it that when Brother Cong Ye treated Sister Xiaohui's body, the two had a skin-to-skin relationship, so Sister Xiaohui would be so calm?

Bai Wei leaned lazily on the back of the sofa, changing the TV channel in her hand, and let her thoughts fly. From getting up at six o'clock in the morning and cleaning up for more than forty minutes, Yang Yi came to pick her up and go to the airport, followed by a three-hour flight, did not wait for Brother Cong Ye and Sister Allure at the airport, and was stuck in traffic on Nanjing Road due to the hijacking incident, from the surprise to learn that the people who were hijacked were Brother Cong Ye and Sister Allure, and then rushed to the hospital to accompany the two back to the dry rest house, although she didn't do any hard work, Bai Wei came down this day, she was still inevitably tired, and she fell asleep unconsciously.

"Xiaowei wake up, go back to my room and rest."

"Sister Allure, is it time?"

Bai Wei rubbed her eyes and asked Yan Qingcheng, who was standing beside her.

"It's time, it's ten past two."

"Oh, then I'll go back to sleep."

Bai Wei stood up, turned her head to look at the door of the suite, and walked out.

After Bai Wei left, Yan Qingcheng gently opened the door of the suite, just in time to see Cong Ye sitting on the bed, with a towel on his legs.

"Are you awake?"

"Sister Allure, I want to go to the toilet."

Yan Chengcheng looked at the embarrassed expression on Cong Ye's face and understood what was going on. With the same face as he walked over, he held the armpit of the bush leaves, half-pulled and half-lifted, and helped him under the bed. grabbed the towel on the bed and wrapped it around Cong Ye's waist, and then led Cong Ye out, after opening the bathroom door, Yan Chengcheng walked in first, stood next to the toilet, and when Cong Ye came over, gently helped him pick up the towel quilt around his waist.

When Cong Ye urinated, he didn't dare to look at Yan Qingcheng's face, he kept his head down, and after urinating, he said in a low voice:

"Alright."

Yan Tingcheng knew from Cong Ye's urine just now that Cong Ye should have been holding back for a long time.

"Why didn't you call Xiaowei just now?"

"Sister Allure, Xiaowei is still a child."

Yan Qingcheng smiled slightly, didn't say anything, and served Cong Ye back to the bed, meaning to ask Cong Ye to lie down, but he heard Cong Ye say:

"Sister Allure, I'm still going to sit, I'm going to try to use the heat flow to recover from my injuries."

"Okay, if there's anything, just call me, but you can't bear it any longer, otherwise it's not good for your health."

Yan Tingcheng instructed, took the door and came outside, turned off the TV casually, sat on the sofa, closed his eyes slightly, and it was only at this time that Yan Tingcheng's cheeks slowly turned red. She also saw Cong Ye's hideousness just now, and she inevitably thought of the scene when Zhi Xiaohui undressed Cong Ye and scrubbed her body. Thinking that it would be his turn the day after tomorrow, Yan Tingcheng knew that he would inevitably be embarrassed at that time, after all, he had become an irreplaceable clump in his mind, and he was not a patient in the strict sense.