Seeing the sadness passing through her eyes, Gu Haoyan's eyes became darker.
Heart throbbed slightly.
"Itchy..." He frowned, moved his body, and rubbed his back against the quilt.
Seeing his appearance, Song Wuyou raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a suppressed smile.
Gu Yanhao stared at her displeasedly: "Don't scratch for me?"
"Don't you have hands yourself?"
"I'm on an IV!"
"You still have one hand free."
"I can't catch it? My whole back is itching to death!" Gu Yanhao turned sideways, with Song Wuyou behind him.
Clearly, he wanted her to tickle him.
Song Wuyou looked at his tall and majestic back, and smiled, "The nurse said, no matter how itchy it is, you have to endure it, don't scratch it, the more you scratch it, the more itchy it will be, and bacteria will get in, and it won't be good if it causes dermatitis."
"Why are you talking so much? Who asked you to scratch until the skin is broken? You scratch it gently for me!" It's this time, and the tone is still so domineering.
"You can't stop the itching after the infusion?" Song Wuyou just didn't scratch him.
"Song Wuyou, try talking nonsense again!" He really strangled her to death.
"..." Song Wuyou sat there, indifferent.
Gu Yanhao hooked his hand that was not on the drip, scratching and scratching behind his back.
He also deliberately made a posture that he couldn't catch it, which made Song Wuyou couldn't help but smile.
When Song Wuyou couldn't see her, when she heard her clear and clear laughter, Gu Yanhao's eyes passed a stormy sea.
Inside, a trace of deep complexity is brewing.
Since he was discharged from the hospital in a car accident, he hadn't heard her laugh like this—
"What are you laughing at? Scratch quickly!" He pretended to be uncomfortable and drank in a low voice.
"It deserves it."
He said so, but Song Wuyou still sat closer and pulled up his clothes.
At first glance, oh my god, the whole back is red.
Song Wuyou frowned, feeling a little guilty.
If she had known that she would be so allergic, she would not have stung him.
There were so many dishes on the plate, but she didn't pick them up, she insisted on giving them to him, hehe, it was destined that he would be allergic.
They were all red rashes, Song Wuyou didn't dare to scratch too hard, she used her palm to gently caress his back.
There was a hint of coolness in her palm, which made Gu Yanhao, who had rashes and feverish skin, feel very cold.
The moment her palm touched her, Gu Haoyan's back froze.
Then came the coldness of her palm, which made his brows furrowed tightly.
"Where is it itching?" Song Wuyou asked.
"The whole body is itchy." Gu Yanhao said in a deep voice.
"Does that mean I have to scratch my whole body?"
"Um."
Song Wuyou pursed his lips and rolled his eyes speechlessly.
Her hands stretched from her back to his waist, and Gu Yanhao's waist was extremely sensitive.
When her little hand moved over, he couldn't help but shuddered.
An inexplicable heat flow quickly gathered in the lower abdomen.
Gu Yanhao's thin lips were tightly pressed into a line, and her phoenix eyes became extremely deep.
"Go down." Gu Yanhao said in a low voice.
down
Song Wuyou glanced at the place below.
Further down, it's his ass.
"Your belt is tied, you can't go down."
As soon as the words fell, Gu Yanhao suddenly turned over and lay on his back.
He looked at Song Wuyou deeply.
Song Wuyou looked at him, and when he was about to ask him what he was doing, he suddenly said, "Untie it."
"What?" Song Wuyou was startled, pointing at his abdomen: "You want me to untie it?"
"Um!"
"I don't understand!" What's the difference between unbuttoning his belt and taking off his pants
"You don't understand, I understand." Gu Yanhao fixed his eyes on Song Wuyou's face, and untied his belt with one hand.