The meals that Zhao Wu asked for before were all delivered.

"Girl, whether you are hungry or not, I will take you to dinner."

"You don't need to hold me. You can put me down......"

Chu Xintian felt very embarrassed when he thought of his gaffe in front of Zhao Wu.

Zhao Wu thought for a while and put Chu Xintian on the bed.

The quilt was very hot, because Chu Xintian had just been scared. Chu Xintian was already sweating profusely, and felt that his bath was washed in vain.

However, that's not the point. The problem is that after Chu Xintian took the quilt off her body, she suddenly found out how bad her clothes were-

The thin tunic enveloped her body in panic. It wasn't tied at all. Everything that should or shouldn't have been exposed was exposed.

And she just held Zhao Wu in her arms, was that all?

Chu Xintian's head buzzed as soon as he thought about it.

She hurriedly tied her clothes, and her whole face turned into a ripe red apple.

Chu Xintian didn't know what Zhao Wu had just seen. When she thought of adding the first few times, she was almost completely seen by the man in front of her, and Chu Xintian felt very shy.

I was so flustered that I forgot about the injury on my foot.

As soon as her right foot hit the ground, it hurt terribly.

"Ah......h

Chu Xintian didn't stand firm, and the whole person fell forward again.

Of course, it was impossible for Zhao Wu to watch Chu Xintian fall to the ground. He walked forward quickly, so Chu Xintian threw himself into his arms again.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Wu helped Chu Xintian up and let her sit on the bed again. Two big hands swim around. She was thoroughly examined.

Soon, Zhao Wu found that Chu Xintian's ankle was swollen.

He was distressed: "Silly girl, your feet have become like this, can you still walk by yourself?"

It was very common for him to learn martial arts. He held Chu Xintian's leg with one hand, gently rubbed her swollen body, and massaged her.

"I have medicine to reduce swelling. Put it in the package and please bring it to me ......"

Although Zhao Wu's massage was very comfortable, Chu Xintian still felt a little embarrassed, feeling that this Rao action was too ambiguous.

Zhao Wu knew that Chu Xintian's sprain was serious, and he knew that he had to use medicine, so he went to get Chu Xintian's medicine bag.

"It's a black box." Chu Xintian stretched out his hand to Zhao Wu and asked him to hand him the ointment.

Zhao Wu didn't do what Chu Xintian wanted to do. Instead, he opened the pill box: "I'll rub the medicine for you." It's inconvenient for you to wipe it yourself. ”

"No, I can do it myself......" Chu Xintian thought to herself, when she was shot in her previous life, she often did things like take bullets and stitch up wounds. What's more, she just applied some ointment?

"Impossible! I'll wipe it for you!"

Zhao Wu rejected Chu Xintian, took out a large ball of ointment, and applied it to the place where Chu Xintian's feet were supported.

"You use too much ......" The black line on Chu Xintian's face was very depressed. I don't know how much time and effort she put into these ointments. This man does not value her results at all.

Zhao Wu listened to Chu Xintian's words, and hurriedly put a large piece of ointment in his hand back into the sea of medicine, when his fingers were about one-third left, he looked up at Chu Xintian and asked, "Is this amount okay?"

Chu Xintian nodded, and Zhao Wu began to apply medicine to her.

Zhao Wu seemed to be a very rude person, but when he did such a thing, he was surprisingly gentle.

Fearful of her pain, his movements were extremely gentle, and sometimes he would stop and blow on her place of support to ease her pain.

When Chu Xintian remembered her past life, she survived her serious injuries. The wound was inflamed, she couldn't get out of bed to eat, she couldn't go to the toilet, and there was no one to take care of her. There was no one to bring her tea and water.