When he came out of He Yunchen's room, it was already late at night. He Xianhui pushed the door a little tired and walked into his room, leaned against the door and stopped for a while before he moved his trembling legs to the side of the bed and put himself still on the bed.

He Xianhui lay on the bed with his eyes closed and rested for a while before taking off the clothes on his body, and when he rubbed a new whiplash, He Xianhui just frowned, and then let his clothes rub against the wound, even if the pain deepened, he had no more expression.

He Xianhui took off his clothes and threw them under the bed, and then lay motionless on the bed.

sounded the conversation with He Yunchen just now, and He Xianhui's heart had a certain spectrum. Listening to He Yunchen's meaning, it shouldn't be too difficult for him to implement it according to Saiwen's arrangement later.

He just used the bad file for He Xianqi today, and also tested the extent of He Yunchen's feelings for him by the way. And under his repeated expressions, He Yunchen was also moved by his filial piety, and also opened his mouth to give himself some promises that sounded quite loving.

However, he didn't care how true He Yunchen's words were today, but through today's conversation between the two, he also knew that He Yunchen was paying more and more attention to him now. By the time he makes the next move, he should be able to make progress, or it won't be too difficult.

He Xianhui thought in his heart, but he didn't notice that there was already one more person in the room, who was standing by the bed and looking at him, with distress and anger in his eyes.

"Did I say that after you are done, you have to clean the back and apply medicine to the wound, have you forgotten?" Yong Haojun's voice came from above He Xianhui's head, with obvious anger in his voice.

He Xianhui hurriedly opened his eyes and saw Yong Haojun standing next to him, looking at him with anger in his eyes. He Xianhui was flustered for no reason, and sat up hurriedly, although the wound hurt a little, but he didn't care about it, but looked up at Yong Haojun with some panic.

"I, I just want to rest for a while and then apply the medicine to clean it up. He Xianhui opened his mouth and explained anxiously.

"Really?" Yong Haojun looked at He Xianhui expressionlessly, and his voice softened.

"Really, I didn't lie to you, I'm going to wash it. He Xianhui said, and then got up to go to the bathroom.

"With injuries, how can you get wet? Don't you want to die?" Yong Haojun held He Xianhui and scolded.

"I, I don't wash, I'll wipe it, and then I can apply the medicine. He Xianhui said, and then wanted to get up, but because his legs were still weak, he didn't stand up and fell back to the bed.

"Can't you let me save some snacks?" Yong Haojun scolded. Then he couldn't help but hug He Xianhui horizontally and walked to the bathroom.

"I, I can go on my own. He Xianhui said.

"Be nice. Otherwise, I will punish you!" Yong Hao Jun said, with an unquestioning order in his voice.

He Xianhui was a little afraid of Yong Haojun for no reason, so he stopped making a sound, and let him carry himself into the bathroom and sit on the toilet.

"Sit still obediently. Yong Haojun picked up a towel and soaked it in warm water, then wrung it out vigorously.

Yong Haojun took the damp towel and began to gently wipe He Xianhui's body. When rubbing the whiplash wound on He Xianhui's body, the movement was gentle, so that He Xianhui did not feel pain at all, but had a warm feeling.

After wiping it all, Yong Haojun asked He Xianhui to stand in the shower, with his back to himself, and then said, "Bear with me, I'll help you guide things out." After speaking, he pressed He Xianhui's shoulder with one hand, carefully entered He Xianhui's fragility with the other hand, and carefully cleaned up the things inside for He Xianhui.

"Hmm!" He Xianhui bit his lip and controlled his voice, but he still didn't hold back and snorted. Because, Yong Haojun touched the place that he shouldn't have touched.

"This is your punishment! Don't disobey my orders in the future, or I'll let you beg for nothing!Got it?" Yong Haojun was not polite, his hand was in He Xianhui's unbearable place, and he pressed it mercilessly, making He Xianhui's legs weak and almost slipped on the ground.

"I, well, yes, got it. He Xianhui trembled all over, gritted his teeth and agreed. He didn't know why he listened to Yong Haojun like this, and he was also afraid of being punished by him.

"As long as you are well-behaved, I will take good care of you. Be obedient, I won't harm you, I have to protect you, understand?" Yong Haojun responded to himself very obediently when he saw He Xianhui. hugged He Xianhui from behind and whispered softly in his ear.

"Ming, understood. He Xianhui felt Yong Haojun's gentleness and said softly. The gravity of the whole body leaned on Yonghaojun's body.

"Good boy!" Yong Haojun helped He Xianhui to stand up, took off the nozzle and turned it on, rinsed the back of He Xianhui with water, and then carried He Xianhui back to the bedroom.

Put He Xianhui on the side of the bed and do it, Yong Haojun took the ointment and began to gently apply the medicine to He Xianhui.

He Xianhui once again felt Yonghaojun's gentle care, and wanted to have more for no reason. He Xianhui raised his head, his eyes staring at Yong Haojun for a moment.

Yong Haojun let He Xianhui stare at it, his face still had that facial expression, but he continued to touch the medicine for He Xianhui seriously and gently.

"Why are you so good to me?" He Xianhui suddenly stared at Yong Haojun and asked.

"Because you're very well-behaved!" Yong Hao Jun said, continuing to apply the medicine.

"Don't you think I'm dirty?" He Xianhui said.

"No, you're clean. Cleaner than anyone else!" Yong Haojun raised his eyes to He Xianhui and said seriously.

Hearing Yong Haojun's words, He Xianhui suddenly couldn't control it, and tears flowed out of his eyes uncontrollably.

Yong Haojun did not coax him, nor did he wipe his tears, but continued to apply the medicine, allowing He Xianhui to cry.

After finishing the medicine, Yong Haojun hugged He Xianhui, who was crying with red and swollen eyes, into his arms and said: "Everyone has their own body and can't help themselves, and we have no qualifications to laugh at others." Although you use your body to achieve revenge, you may feel dirty. But even so, you are the purest. Because your soul condemns itself all the time, and spits on such yourself. So, you are clean. As long as the human heart is clean, the person is clean. If even the heart is broken, then the person will be completely dirty. ”

Yong Haojun's words were calm and powerful, so that He Xianhui, who was in grief and helplessness, as if he was about to drown, finally grabbed the life-saving vine and climbed onto the shore.

He Xianhui raised his sad teary eyes, looked at Yong Haojun pitifully and said, "I, I'm clean?"

"Well, in my eyes, you're a very clean little guy. Yong Haojun looked at He Xianhui with gentle eyes.

"Thank you!" He Xianhui said gratefully. His long-standing self-loathing and self-paralysis were finally released under today's crying without warning. The mood that has been depressed suddenly brightened, and I am more confident about the road to be taken in the future.

"No thanks, that's what I'm supposed to do. Yonghao Jun said.

"Why? You don't owe me. He Xianhui said blankly.

"Hehehe, I don't owe you anything. But this is my obligation, because Sadi* is obligated to take care of his Masochi*." Yong Haojun smiled for the first time, looked at He Xianhui and said softly.

"You're smiling!" He Xianhui was attracted by Yong Haojun's smile, and had already ignored what Yong Haojun said. Even if he didn't ignore it, he couldn't understand it.

"Hmm, do you like it?" said Yong Haojun with a gentle smile.

"Well, Yong Haojun, you look good when you smile, you have to smile more in the future, it's scary to keep your face tight. He Xianhui said with a smile.

"Hehehe, my smile doesn't just bloom at people. I only smile at what I belong to. Yonghao Jun said.

"What belongs?" He Xianhui always felt that Yong Haojun's eyes were a little different when he looked at him.

"You'll find out later. Now it's time for you to sleep, my little one. Yonghao Jun said. Then he reached out and began to comb He Xianhui's hair slowly.

"Oh, good. He Xianhui responded obediently, and in Yonghaojun's gentle combing, he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Yong Haojun helped He Xianhui, who was asleep, to lie down and cover the quilt. He bowed his head and kissed him on the head, and whispered, "Good night, my little slave." You will belong to me after all!"