Yu Yuehan glanced at him coldly, raised his wrist, and glanced at his watch.
Cool thin lips, every word.
"If you hadn't laughed at me for half an hour earlier, this sentence might be a little convincing."
Yu Yuehan put down his hands and snorted coldly, "The story time is over, let's stop talking."
"..."
It's over.
Someone is really mad.
Tsundere little appearance, and a little handsome.
Makes one's legs weak.
Nian Xiaomu suddenly felt dry mouth, licked her lips, picked up the wine glass at hand, and drank the little red wine left in it.
Feeling thirstier.
The light-white finger subconsciously stretched out and poked his shoulder.
"Well, I didn't mean it just now. I just couldn't help it. What happened when you were a child was really funny... Otherwise, instead of telling a story, I'll rub your bruises on your body. It will heal sooner."
After Nian Xiaomu finished speaking, she turned around and ran into the room without giving him a chance to object.
He dug out the medicine box, took out the activating oil for reducing swelling and blood stasis, and ran back to him.
"You take off your clothes first, so I can't give you a massage."
Nian Xiaomu pointed to the obstructive white shirt on his body, and said naturally.
Hearing this, Yu Yuehan didn't make a move, but his body turned slightly in a small arc towards her, and his thin lips parted slightly.
"My hand is injured, and one hand is hard to take off. Help me."
"oh."
Nian Xiaomu didn't suspect him, so she put down the oil in her hand and went to help him undress.
Where he was hit by a baseball bat was on his back.
The shirt was taken off, revealing two thick bruises on the back.
Different from the red and swollen when he was hit, now it has turned into bruises, which looks very scary.
Nian Xiaomu was trying to change the subject at first, but now seeing the scars on his back, she really felt distressed.
"Is it painful?"
Nian Xiaomu pressed his back lightly and asked tentatively.
Yu Yuehan didn't even frown, "It doesn't hurt."
"Such a serious bruise, it must have hurt to death when I hit it, don't lie to me." Nian Xiaomu muttered, poured vital oil into the palm of his hand, and pushed away on his back.
While adjusting the angle of pushing and kneading, remind.
"It may be a little painful, but rubbing it will dissipate the blood quickly. If you are really in pain, just say so, and I can take it lightly."
"..."
Yu Yuehan didn't speak, just nodded slightly.
When Nian Xiaomu really started pushing and rubbing, he still couldn't help frowning.
Her thin lips were tightly pressed, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on her forehead.
Saying it doesn't hurt is a lie.
It hurts.
But afraid that she would be worried, Yu Yuehan kept silent.
Love someone to the bone, probably like this now.
All the injuries I have suffered for you are my medals.
My wish is to let you always smile in front of me.
After a while, Nian Xiaomu's movements suddenly stopped.
One of her hands was still pressing on his back, but she didn't continue.
Just as Yu Yuehan was about to turn his head back, he suddenly felt tears dripping down his back...
His body froze suddenly.
The warm tears were obviously not hot, but they were scorching like lava from a volcano.
Yu Yuehan turned his head, and the people behind him had tears on their faces.
The moment her eyes met, she seemed to understand his forbearance.
With hands full of vital oils, she threw herself into his arms, hugged him tightly, and wept uncontrollably.
"Yu Yuehan, how can you be so nice... so nice that you want to marry me!"