The elderly had an early work and rest time. When Zhou Yanqing and Song Yu arrived home, Aunt Zhao and Wen Wan had already gone to bed, but the light in the living room was left on for them.
Zhou Yan gently took the suitcase to the room, followed by Song Yu, and closed the door.
The thought of spending the night with Song Yu in this small room and sharing the same bed made Zhou Yanqing feel uncomfortable all over his body, feeling a soft and light feather constantly scratching the tip of his heart, excited His limbs were numb. He squatted on the ground and opened the suitcase, lowered his head and slowly took out the clothes one by one, trying to distract himself.
Song Yu glanced at the seemingly fluffy and comfortable bed, then fixed his eyes on the two lovely curls on top of Zhou Yanqing's head, stared at them for a few seconds before moving to Zhou Yanqing's side.
"I'll help you." He bent his legs and squatted down. Just as he stretched out his hand, an arm blocked it.
Zhou Yan put on a straight face, and said righteously: "The doctor said that it will be at least a week before you can move your arm." After speaking, seeing Song Yuyou's deep and gentle eyes looking at him without blinking, his cheeks became hot and he lowered his head first nod.
The original words of the doctor's doctor's order were not to make large movements of the left arm, so as not to disturb the wound and affect the healing, but it became immobile when it entered the assistant's ear.
Song Yu raised the corners of her lips and smiled helplessly: "Then—shall I take a shower first?"
"Okay." Zhou Yan replied subconsciously, and when Song Yu picked up a set of pajamas in the suitcase, he realized that he stood up "squeaky" and said, "The wound can't see water, I'll wipe it for you .”
Song Yu looked at the clothes in his hands, hesitant. He didn't take a shower during the two days in the hospital because he was afraid of wound infection. Zhou Yanqing helped him wipe it last night, but it was always different from washing with water. More importantly, He hasn't washed his hair for three days, which is really uncomfortable for someone with a slight cleanliness.
He thought for a second and said, "Then I'll..."
"I'll wash it for you!"
The two spoke again at the same time.
Zhou Yanqing almost bit his own tongue. He also thought that Song Yu hadn't bathed for two days, so he should feel very uncomfortable, but he was also worried that Song Yu would tear the wound or let the wound touch the water in the bath, so he blurted out just now in a moment of impatience. That sentence.
Song Yu remained silent, staring at Zhou Yanqing's ruddy lips with a half-smile, seeing that Zhou Yanqing didn't take back what he said just now, he asked in a low voice, "Do you really want to wash it for me?"
Zhou Yan frowned slightly, and said generously, "Yes!"
Just now Song Yu actually wanted to compromise, he wanted Zhou Yanqing to help him wash his hair and forget it, but seeing the red ears of the little assistant, he couldn't help asking along with his words, but now his cheeks are hot, He caught fire and burned himself.
"Okay." The pajamas were clenched tightly in his hands, his lips parted several times, and finally Song Yu followed the most true thoughts in his heart and nodded.
This old house is naturally not comparable to Luxiangyuan. The bathroom is extremely small. Walking in the door is the washstand and toilet, and then there is the shower room, which is only separated by a glass sliding door.
Song Yu's expression was calm, but in fact, it was as if ten thousand horses were galloping and neighing in his heart, which made his ears start buzzing. But he had to force himself to calm down and pretend nothing had happened. Only when he was calm enough could the little assistant not panic.
"I... that..." Although he thought so, Song Yu realized that he had lost the ability to organize his language and couldn't even speak a complete sentence.
But Zhou Yanqing reminded him calmly: "Take off your clothes, I'll wash your hair first."
Now Song Yu is very regretful that he made the wrong nerve just now, and actually agreed to let Zhou Yanqing help him take a bath. Yesterday in the hospital, when Zhou Yanqing wiped his body with a towel, he also took off his clothes, but I don't know if it was because the hospital gave people a solemn and solemn feeling, which made him dare not have any distracting thoughts, or because The ward has a large space, not as cramped as the bathroom, which makes people unable to imagine.
In short, he was very calm last night, not as restless as he is now. But it would be too coy to suddenly say no to washing now.
Song Yu turned his back to Zhou Yanqing, took two deep breaths, quickly unbuttoned the knitted cardigan, and took off the T-shirt inside with Zhou Yanqing's help. When unbuttoning his trousers, he paused for two seconds, then gritted his teeth and took off his trousers, hurriedly took a bath towel and loosened it around.
Zhou Yanqing's composure was forced himself to pretend, since he uttered that sentence, his heartbeat became disordered and his breathing became unsteady.
At this moment Song Yu was standing in front of him with bare chest and back, his heart almost jumped out of his throat.
In his previous life, he only had simple yearning and admiration for Song Yu, which had nothing to do with the joy of men and women. In this life, because of the contact and understanding, that kind of pure feeling has gradually changed into a liking and an admiration.
After two lifetimes, Zhou Yanqing, who fell in love with someone for the first time, had no idea about the naked Song Yu, either his brain was broken, or one of his organs was broken.
Obviously, both of these are not bad, so he turned his head involuntarily, and his eyes stayed on the elastic side of Song Yu's waist that was exposed from the bath towel. Then, the line of sight went all the way up along the spinal groove, and then slid down to the elastic edge again.
Song Yu is not strong, but he is by no means scrawny. His back has clear muscle lines, and the spine and the muscles on both sides of the spine form a "clearly defined" spinal groove. From top to bottom, it is a smooth curve.
After looking at the back enough, Song Yu turned around at the right time, Zhou Yan held his breath and subconsciously fixed his eyes on the mermaid line on Song Yu's waist that was submerged in the bath towel. He rolled up the sleeves of his sweater guiltily, his eyes moved up slowly, and saw the chest muscles all the way from the waistcoat line. When he saw the white gauze on Song Yu's shoulder, his boiling blood quickly cooled down.
The scene of Song Yu lying on the hospital bed as pale as paper flashed back in his mind, Zhou Yanqing bit the tip of his tongue forcefully in annoyance, and cursed himself for being dizzy. He took two deep breaths, picked up the plastic wrap from the kitchen from the shelf, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Song, let me wrap the wound for you to prevent water splashing later."
"Ah, good." Song Yu hurriedly withdrew his gaze from Zhou Yanqing's lips, and responded.
Zhou Yanqing, who had completely calmed down, resisted the temptation of a beautiful body, erected a barrier of "see no evil" in front of her eyes, and helped Song Yu wrap up the plastic wrap without looking sideways, completely treating Song Yu as a The injured patients in need of help fully demonstrated their "high moral integrity" sentiment.
Song Yu didn't know what kind of psychological activities Zhou Yanqing had gone through, but seeing that the little assistant was able to remain calm, the color of his red ears faded, and his beating heart also stabilized.
The two had their own concerns, and they were silent. The sound of rushing water broke the dullness of the room, and by the way, dispelled the ambiguous atmosphere between the two.
With Zhou Yanqing's help, Song Yu took a bath safely, but of course he didn't ask Zhou Yanqing to help him change his underwear at the end.
Putting on her pajamas and returning to her room, Song Yu saw Zhou Yanqing with her back turned to the door of the room, and she was arranging the unconventional closet again. He rolled up the sweater sleeves that were splashed with water to the top of his arms, exposing a whole white and slender arm, with his elbows bent and straightened as he moved.
Song Yu knew that Zhou Yanqing was feeling uncomfortable even though he didn't have eyesight anymore, he found something to avoid him, he really didn't have the talent to please people, so he racked his brains and thought about it, but he just walked to Zhou Yanqing's side, stretched out He patted Zhou Yanqing on the back of the head and said, "It's getting late, let's take a bath."
Zhou Yan froze for a moment, and immediately responded: "Okay, let's go right away."