He twisted the lid of the ointment, his slender fingers gently scraping a little of the ointment, and then gently foaming at her bruised back.

Su Xiaoli lay there sullenly, motionless, and let him carefully apply the ointment to her.

However, it is not known whether he did it on purpose or if it was her psychological effect.

Su Xiaoli always felt that her brother's action of applying ointment to her today was very slow, very slow.

It was as if he had deliberately slowed down, his fingertips spinning round and round on her back.

Su Xiaoli, who was already very afraid of itching, couldn't help but twist his body and said to Su Mu: "Brother, why are you moving so lightly??" ”

"Huh??" Su Mu turned his head and looked at her with a pair of deep eyes, and said without a trace of emotional fluctuations in his voice: "What's wrong?" ”

"Use some force, hurry up." Su Xiaoli said to him in a muffled voice: "The air conditioner is turned on in the room, and I just lie here like this, I feel so cold." ”

"Is it cold??" Su Mu raised his eyebrows and asked casually towards her.

"Cold." Su Xiaoli replied with certainty.

"Then I'll hold you and paint it." After Su Mu got her affirmative answer, a big hand directly held her slender arm, dragged her up from the bed, and then let her lie in his arms facing her, hugged her tightly and said, "You hold me, so that it won't be cold." ”

"You ......"

Su Xiaoli felt that he was about to be so angry that he couldn't speak.

This guy just came out of the shower, and he only had a bath towel wrapped around his waist, and he didn't even wear a T-shirt on his upper body.

Now he pulled himself into his arms like this, and between the two of them, only the bath towel on his waist was left.

His chest was warm, and when the skin of the two people touched together, it was like a fine satin, gently slashing, and the silky, supple, and warm feeling was inexplicable, making her feel a strange feeling in her heart.

Su Xiaoli bit his lip and struggled hard, but found that he couldn't break free of his hand at all.

"Don't move." Su Mu lowered his head slightly, and said in a low voice in her ear: "Otherwise, ......"

"Or what!?" Su Xiaoli looked at him with a vigilant expression and said, "Don't forget, you swore just now!" ”

"I know." Su Mu looked at her a little helplessly, and said in a faint voice: "I want to say, otherwise, I will have to take a cold shower." ”

“……”

After Su Xiaoli heard his words, he was slightly stunned, and a pair of moist eyes stared straight at him for a long time, and finally hugged his neck helplessly and said, "Okay, then you can help me paint it quickly." ”

"Okay." Su Mu replied in a low voice, just hugged her in his arms, took her seriously, and carefully continued to apply medicine to her.

However, his fingertips, as they roamed gently on her smooth back, seemed to have a feather, intentionally or unintentionally teasing the nerve in her heart.

There was a slight itching sensation on her back, and a strange feeling in her body was slowly converging, she couldn't help but hug Su Mu, and there was a cold smell exclusive to him lingering between her noses.

Not...... What to do......

She seemed to want to knock down her brother......

When this thought flashed through Su Xiaoli's mind, her body suddenly stiffened slightly.