Bo Siyu was now hot and sweating, and his clothes were a little damp.

She took her pajamas from the cupboard, went to the bathroom and wrung a clean towel, intending to wipe him and change his clothes.

But now that I'm on the infusion, I'm afraid I can't change my clothes.

Thankfully, he was wearing a shirt, and she carefully unbuttoned him and wiped his sweat.

After opening his clothes, Joe took another look.

This guy's figure is amazing, isn't it?

Very tight and powerful muscles, but not overly developed, whether it is the chest or abdomen, the muscles are just right!

Qiao Youxia wiped his sweat and tried the feel again, feeling sorry for herself, what did she miss in her last life?!

Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly Bo Siyu frowned uncomfortably.

Qiao Youxia came back to his senses nervously at this time, and quickly wiped his sweat in embarrassment.

My husband is sick like this, she is still thinking about these things, she should fight!

This busy work came late at night.

…………

Midnight.

Bo Siyu opened his eyes a little dazed.

Sweat soaked through the gauze, with a slight wetness.

Qiao Youxia was bending down close to his face, focusing on changing his medicine carefully.

There was a cold sensation on his forehead, tingling and dripping with comfort, and her slender fingers familiarly and carefully applied gauze to him.

As she leaned over, Bo Siyu could see the worry in her delicate eyebrows, and a burst of fragrance hit him, lingering around him, a very comfortable and comfortable smell.

Qiao Youxia who changed his dressing, Qiao Youxia who was nervous about him, Qiao Youxia who was gentle, and Qiao Youxia who was fragrant......

Is it in a dream?

In the past, Qiao Youxia disliked him and hated him, and he would get angry even if he let him touch it.

They're so close now!

Qiao Youxia took care of the wound on his forehead and wanted to get the wound on his hand, but he was suddenly held in Bo Siyu's arms, and his face fell to his chest.

Qiao Xia was startled again, did he wake up?

She was about to ask, but Bo Siyu had a low voice, hugged her tightly and called, "Wife......"

"......" inexplicably, the eyes that were made by this voice were filled with a trace of mist.

She answered softly and wanted to get up, but he hugged her tighter.

Immediately afterwards, his aggrieved voice came: "Let me hug, when I wake up from my dream, you won't hug me......"

“……”

Qiao Youxia's tears finally couldn't hold back, and big ones fell.

She sniffed and said softly, "No, it's not in a dream...... You let go first, and I'll come up and sleep with you, okay? It's uncomfortable. ”

The current position was strange, she was half out of bed, half on his chest.

Not to mention, the main thing is that he has injuries on his arms and hands, and she is afraid that she will hurt him accidentally.

As if hesitating, he didn't let go.

Qiao Youxia's heart was stinging again, and he said gently: "Believe me, okay?" I kid you not. ”

Bo Siyu hesitated for a long time, and finally slowly let go of his arm......

As soon as Qiao Youxia took off her shoes and went up, she was hugged into his arms again, and she said nervously: "Be careful, don't get a wound." ”

Listening to her nervous voice, the smile on the corner of Bo Siyu's mouth expanded inch by inch, and he whispered: "Qiao Youxia, I really like it, I like it, I like it, you care about my feelings like this......"

It's a pity that when I woke up from the dream, it was gone.

Qiao Youxia heard this, and his heart was very distressed.

She remembered that before she was reborn, he pushed her away in order to save her, and he was impaled through the abdomen by a broken log.