Lu Xiaoyou finished speaking and efficiently tidied up the first-aid kit.
"Your arm can't get wet now. When you shower, I'll wrap the bandaged area with cling film."
Long Xiliang, leaning back on the sofa chair, suddenly said, "I think you could help me wash."
Lu Xiaoyou: "..."
He just had the worried look of losing her, and now, where's his face??!
Lu Xiaoyou was about to roll her eyes at the man when she saw his obsidian-like eyes fixated on her.
Maybe it was because of his injury or his low mood, but as he leaned on the sofa, he resembled a hurt wolf with a trailing big tail, waiting for Lu Xiaoyou's affection.
He had this lazy, world-weary demeanor, as if he could be hurt by her at any moment, making it hard for anyone to refuse him.
Not only was it hard to refuse him.
Lu Xiaoyou felt a strong urge to grab the showerhead and spray it on his face until his eyes turned red!
And thinking so, Lu Xiaoyou did it.
