"Go wash up, and come downstairs to the kitchen in fifteen minutes!"

With a command, Leng Zimo turned around and walked to the porch.

Kitchen?!

Her hands are all broken, and he wants her to make him breakfast?!

"I ......"

Luo Xiaoqian instinctively wanted to refute, but only said one word and closed her mouth again.

Could it be that she still expects his mercy?!

Without another word, she turned and went upstairs.

Leng Zimo walked to the porch and took the paper bag and brought it to the small table outside the kitchen, suddenly remembered one more thing, turned around and rushed into the kitchen, took out a roll of plastic wrap from it, and strode up the stairs.

in the bathroom.

Luo Xiaoqian had already taken off her bathrobe, stretched out her uninjured hand to test the temperature of the water, she raised her hand to reach behind her back and pinched the buckle of her corset.

On weekdays, it's done with both hands.,Today there's only one left hand left.,She tried a few times.,Finally opened the four buckles on it.,Zuihou one seems to be competing with her.,Hard not to open.。

Helpless, she could only lift her injured hand and carefully go over to help.

Finally, it's open!

Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open.

She turned her face in a panic, then raised her hands and grabbed the slid corset.

"Who let you in!"

Even though she had been close to him so many times, she was still not used to exposing herself in front of him, and what she did last night was only because of a momentary impulse.

"Stupid!"

Seeing that her injured hand was being placed with her wet left hand, Leng Zimo strode into the bathroom, grabbed her right wrist, and removed her injured hand.

His hand was removed by him, and half of her chest was instantly exposed, and she was busy blocking it with her other hand.

Leng Zimo grabbed her wrist with one hand, and the other had already wrapped the plastic wrap in her hand.

Luo Xiaoqian made sure that she had blocked the important parts, raised her face, and saw that he was carefully wrapping her palm, his expression was extremely focused, he didn't even look at her body, and his movements were also extremely careful, as if he was afraid of hurting her.

Looking at his focused movements, she was speechless for a moment.

Layer after layer, almost wrapping the entire roll of plastic wrap in her hand, and wrapping all her wrists naked, Leng Zimo sighed and said softly, "Remember to raise this hand!" ”

"Huh?"

Luo Xiaoqian was still immersed in his sudden concern, and didn't hear what he said clearly.

Leng Zimo raised her injured hand high, "If you dare to let your gauze get a little water, you will die!" ”

Turning, he slammed the door away.

Dead girl, don't let him worry at all!

Luo Xiaoqian stood in the bathroom, raised her face to see that she was lifted high into the air by him, wrapped in almost a whole box of plastic wrap, like a crystal dumpling wounded hand, listening to his footsteps gradually moving away, she slowly lowered her palm, looking at him carefully knotted haode, silent.

Suddenly gentle, suddenly beastly.

This man, she seems to be getting more and more unable to see through it!

Sighing, she turned and walked under the shower and began to take a shower, the water pouring on the plastic wrap made a crackling sound, and she hurriedly raised her arm to raise the injured hand high.

Although Luo Xiaoqian had already done it as soon as possible, one hand was not as convenient as two hands, and when she finally finished taking a shower, put on a bathrobe and began to comb her hair, Leng Zimo had already walked into the bathroom again.

"I'll be right away!"

Thinking that he had exceeded his prescribed time, Luo Xiaoqian hurriedly put down the comb and grabbed the hair dryer.