After sending it, turn to look at him.
After the ice was applied, he gave her medicine again. Seeing his skillful movements, she asked curiously:
"How do you feel that you are more professional than a doctor?"
"If you use it too much, you will be familiar with it. Does it hurt now?"
"It's better, it seems you have done a lot before."
He lowered his head and sneered, his hands kept moving, and he turned to look at her:
"Yeah, so do you want to discuss it with me?"
"..."
It's so angry.
Although she thought so in her heart, there was no expression on her face. The difference was that her eyes were still red after crying.
A strong smell of safflower oil floated, she closed her eyes and watched him smear her with cotton, and she caught a red mark on his face and blinked.
After he painted it, he threw the cotton into the trash can, ready to straighten up and sort the medicine box on the table, Yin Zhu held him:
"wait."
He paused, "Does it hurt again?"
"No, here you are" she pressed her right cheek with her finger.
Zhou Yu knew it, and naturally curved his fingers up and touched them.
"I have to take an ice pack and apply it."
"Ok."
Seeing what he said, but making no move, she picked up the ice bag on the table and pressed it directly on his right cheek.
"Perfuse me, my fist is not cotton."
There was a sudden cold touch on Zhou Yu's face. After she got used to it, she pressed her, and she let go of her hand.
"I didn't mean to be perfunctory, I really didn't feel anything on my face."
After speaking, he put down the ice bag, "Your fist is indeed cotton to me."
Yin Zhu was a little bit frizzy and stared at him with wide eyes.
He finished with brows and eyes, put the ice bag back on the table, turned her head back after a glance, put her elbow on her thigh, grabbed her hair, and the roots of his ears were still red from drinking. He lowered his eyes and turned his mouth. Hooked up, showing a few neat white teeth, and smiled.
He pushed his elbow back, "Only here."
He pointed his finger to his waist, raised his head and turned to look at her:
"The most feeling."
The tip of her heart burned and she turned her head to the side, feeling that her whole body was burning.
The atmosphere of embarrassment spread. In order to cover up her unnaturalness, she pushed the embarrassment to the end with a single sentence, no, it was the top of the mountain:
"You open it and show it to me."
"..."
Absolutely.
Zhou Yu obviously paused, an accident flashed through his eyes.
Yin Zhu: "I don't believe that my fist is better than a hand pinch, you,"
The next second he grabbed the clothes and pushed it up, revealing a small piece with a natural expression and no embarrassment.
Don't think too much...These words are stuck in her throat and can't speak.
Seeing that little red and green skin...
What flashed in her mind was: she has a good body, not only white, but also abdominal muscles...
The scene in her mind changed suddenly. The process of rushing to the party hall, the sofa, and falling on him seemed to slow down the camera. She watched herself fall in his direction a little bit, and her mouth touched his face. Swipe away.
The brain made a decisive decision, and at the same time the eyelids twitched, the touch on the lips became sensitive.
Zhou Yu put down his clothes and looked at her absent-mindedly.
Yin Zhu: "You, you helped me pull down the bow, it's loose."
He leaned over and pinched the belt on one side of the bow.
He breathed smoothly, his breath was not spilled, and a faint smell of whiskey.
The gaze swept across his eyelashes, nose, thin lips, and Adam's apple.
She stared at him unabashedly, and when he got it right, he raised his eyes and bumped her gaze.
Somewhere in her heart burst instantly.