Lu Xiaoyou finished speaking and deftly tidied up the medical kit.
"Your arm shouldn't get wet right now, so when you shower, I'll wrap the gauze area with cling film for you."
Leaning against the back of the sofa chair, Long Xiliang suddenly said, "I think you can help me wash."
Lu Xiaoyou: "..."
A moment ago, he looked anxious about losing her, and now, where did his face go??!
Lu Xiaoyou was about to roll her eyes at him when she saw his eyes, like obsidian, staring at her.
Perhaps because he was injured, and feeling down, he leaned on the sofa, looking like a wounded wild wolf, dragging his big tail, waiting for Lu Xiaoyou's caress.
His lazy, world-weary demeanor, as if harmed at any moment by Lu Xiaoyou, made it hard to refuse him.
It wasn't just hard to refuse.
Lu Xiaoyou was stirred, wanting to spray him in the face with a shower until his eyes turned red!
And as Lu Xiaoyou thought of this, she did exactly that.
