Upon hearing this, Feng Ling put his head over and took a closer look, and sure enough he saw water stains on the front of his T-shirt.
The way she bent over to wash his hair just now, and because she had been pouring water on him, she might not have noticed that the water flowed down his neck and into the clothes on his chest.
Feng Ling had no doubt that he had it: "I'm sorry I didn't pay much attention just now. I'll wipe it for you."
Li Nanheng stood up. The moment he straightened up, his eyes fell directly on her face.
Feng Ling seriously took a dry towel next to him and wiped it on the clothes on his chest. Then he looked at the remaining water stains on it and said apologetically: "Take it off and wash it, don't you still have it?" Do you want a change of clothes? I'll get them for you, and you can put them on first."
The man stood there without moving, and only moved his mouth: "Well, help me take it off."
Feng Ling's hand holding the towel paused. If it weren't for the fact that his wrist couldn't move, she would have doubted whether he was deliberately blackmailing her.
"Forget it, I'll do it myself." Without waiting for her to respond, Li Nanheng pushed her away without any expression.
"Don't move, let me do it." Feng Ling had no choice but to put down the towel, reached out and pulled the man's clothes up from his belt, then stood in front of him, almost leaning against his arms, With her arms around him, she rolled up the hem of his clothes bit by bit, then closed her eyes and quickly lifted up his clothes without doing anything else.
Until she helped him take off his clothes from the top of his head, and saw the man tossing his hair casually because he had just washed it, her eyes froze, and then she turned around and walked out.
I went to find his change of clothes. It was still the close-fitting T-shirt he was used to wearing underneath, but this one was dark gray. I usually see him wearing black. Occasionally I see him wearing a white vest, maybe usually. The reason why I rarely enter his room is because I don't see him wearing other colors many times.
Feng Ling went in with her clothes and saw the man standing there naked and waiting for her openly, as if waiting for her to serve him was a matter of course.
She walked in and was about to hand the clothes directly to him, but when she saw something wrapped around the man's wrist, she went over to help him put on the clothes.
The action of putting on clothes is opposite to the action of taking off clothes just now. One is to lift up and the other is to gently pull down, but basically they are almost leaning into the man's arms.
After finally helping him put on his clothes, Feng Ling was about to step away, but she didn't expect that the man in front of her had been looking down at her for some time. Just when she was about to step back, she suddenly took a step forward. She subconsciously took another step back, and the man took another step forward until her back was in the corner where the simple bathroom door was covered with a partition.
At the moment when she had no choice but to retreat, the scene that happened in his room that night made Feng Ling tense up instantly. She was about to avoid it, but at this moment the man bent down and seemed to want to kiss her. She immediately turned away. Face, the man's lips just lightly brushed against her ear.
Li Nanheng lowered his head and looked at her actions, looking deeply at her, but did not continue any other actions.
She raised her hand, and after thinking about it, she pushed it to his waist: "Boss, if you can't stand still, I'll help you out."
As she spoke, she lowered her head, pretending not to see the heavy darkness in his eyes, and raised her hand to help him.
The man lowered his eyes and looked at her expression. For a moment, he really wanted to kiss her. However, considering that his wrist was injured, he still needed her to take care of him for the time being. If he really made her anxious, he would attack him again in anger. Raising the gun, it is estimated that he may not be able to break her hand at this moment. After all, one hand is still no better than two hands. No matter how thin Feng Ling is, her physical strength was trained by him. Yes, he knew very well whether she had the strength.
He straightened up and stopped forcing her downwards. Feng Ling helped him out when he was free. When he reached the bed, he suddenly remembered that he just couldn't use his wrists, and it wasn't his legs that were injured. She What to support
She quickly pulled her hand back and looked up to see the man sitting on the edge of the bed looking at her with a half-smile.
Feng Ling immediately looked away quickly: "Boss, you should rest first. I, I will go see the three fat men again..."
"Didn't you just go and see it? Are you going to see it again?"
"Ah, I just went to see it..."
Seeing her standing beside the bed, not knowing what to do next, Li Nanheng didn't say anything more, raised his uninjured hand and pulled his own hair casually twice, and then said lightly: "Remember last time? At the door of the infirmary, did you see how Wen Leqing massaged me?"
Feng Ling recalled: "I probably remember."
It seems that it is mainly a simple blood-activating action. It should not be too heavy or too light. Gently massage the ligament strained position.
"Then try it." The man said, raising his hand.
Feng Ling: "You want me to give you a massage?"
Li Nanheng raised his eyebrows: "This can speed up the recovery. Otherwise, how long do you want to keep feeding me and helping me wash my hair and change clothes? If this continues, I'm afraid I will have to accompany you even to the toilet starting tomorrow. .”
Feng Ling was silent for a moment before walking over and helping him untie everything on his wrist. Then he looked at the man's wrist, which was slightly white from being subjected to hot compresses for a day. There was no medicine or doctor, it was just that simple. She didn't know whether the hot compress would work, but seeing that he didn't look anxious or worried, she couldn't say much. She just raised her hand, which was still a little unfamiliar at first, and rubbed it on his wrist for a while. .
Li Nanheng seemed to be in some pain at first, but he didn't say anything and just let her press it. After pressing for ten minutes, Feng Ling found the pattern and direction of massage. Although the expression on his face was not obvious, it was painful and comfortable. It can still be seen to some extent, bit by bit according to his comfortable routine.
Li Nanheng looked at her hand that had been pressing on his wrist. Not long after, he suddenly raised his other hand and pulled her to his side: "Sit down."
"I'm pressing the button for you..."
"Sit down and press!"
Sitting in this position was really too close. Feng Ling twisted her waist slightly and continued to massage him carefully. While massaging, she raised her head from time to time to look at his expression to make sure that he was really erect. Only when you feel comfortable can you rest assured.
Taking advantage of the angle she was sitting next to, the man glanced at her hair and suddenly said, "Have you not had your hair cut for a while?"
It's true that Feng Ling's hair hasn't been cut for a long time. There were too many things going on a while ago, so he never took the time to cut it. Now the length has exceeded the length below the ears, which is indeed a bit too long.
"Yes." She responded, raising her hand to tuck the hair back from her ears.
It was just a habitual action. The man's eyes darkened when he looked at her snow-white cheeks and soft white ears exposed because her hair was lifted.
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