Ye Zhilu rubbed his buttocks and glared at Rong He angrily.

I saw that Rong He's narrow eyes opened a slit, glanced at her, turned his face and closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

Seeing this, Ye Zhilu couldn't help but curse in his heart.

Holding his elbows, he grabbed the fever patch and tore it open.

If it weren't for the fear that the country would lose a pillar of talent, I wouldn't bother to care about him!

She turned Rong He over again, thinking to herself, if he pushed herself away again, she would never care about him again!

Thinking about it, he slapped the fever tape on his forehead!

Ye Zhiqi accidentally used her strength a little harder, she was stunned and stared at him cautiously.

I saw that Rong and his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, he didn't open his eyes, and he didn't mean to push himself away.

Ye Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He must have fallen asleep.

Then, Ye Zhilu got up and went to the bathroom, wet the dry towel, and brought it to Rong You.

She stepped forward, unbuttoned Rong's shirt one by one, and gently wiped his skin with a damp towel.

She looked at the pectoral muscles with a well-defined face through the looming shirt, and couldn't help but unbutton a few more buttons and open his placket generously.

Rong He is not a male artist, nor is he a fitness coach, but he controls his body so well and exercises it, which is very different from those fat-headed and big-eared entrepreneurs.

In fact, he gave birth to a skin that is even more amazing than that of a male artist, but he has the strength of an entrepreneur.

No matter where such a man is placed, there will be women who are willing to post it upside down to seduce him.

I can't guard against it, after all, I didn't chase him with a shy face at the beginning, since I can chase him, let alone other women.

Thinking of this, Ye Zhifu sighed earnestly.

During the wiping of him, Rong You just rolled his throat a little, and there was nothing unusual.

Didn't the steward say he wouldn't let anyone come closer?

Except for resisting repulsively at first, now there is no reaction to even taking off his clothes!

When I wiped his hands, I saw that the fabric on his arm was torn and soaked in blood.

Ye Zhiyan hurriedly unbuckled his wrist, and when he picked it up, he saw that a salient wound was particularly dazzling.

Ye Zhilu's brows furrowed, and his mind flashed back to the scene of the fight between Honor and Su Ze tonight.

It should have been the wine bottle that scratched him.

Thinking of this, Ye Zhilu stood up, leaned over, brushed the hair near his forehead, and saw that the wound had a handful of hair sticking to it, and it had formed a bloody scab.

Ye Zhilu felt a little unbearable, took the medicine box, and turned out the medical supplies for treating the wound.

Holding the mobile phone in one hand, he used a cotton swab dipped in iodine in the other hand to gently wipe the blood stains clean, and used tweezers to pick up the broken glass slag.

When she sprinkled medicine on him and bandaged him, she always felt that a pair of eyes were looking at her.

She paused and turned her head sharply, only to see Ronghe with her eyes closed and no sign of waking up.

She turned back in confusion and continued to bandage her wounds.

In fact, she didn't want to come to her senses, if he knew that he had done these things for him, it would be much more embarrassing.

Maybe tomorrow I will put myself in bed again, and ask myself what is the purpose of doing this!

When helping him deal with the wound on his head, Ye Zhiwei first shaved the small hair and was treating his wound.

Fortunately, the wound on his head was not serious, but there was a small cut on the sharp end of the handicraft, so it would cause bleeding.

Otherwise, if he has anything to do, he is afraid that he will have to eat in prison.