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"Brother Yan Chi, there's no need, I'll just go to the guest room to take a shower later."

Although that room was Leng Yanchi's, since they had a showdown with his mother, he moved to the guest room.

The room was vacated for her to live in.

Leng Yanchi stopped walking upstairs, turned her head, and stared at her with those extremely cold black eyes.

He didn't speak, just looked at her lightly.

Tang Jinjin, who was in a hurry, stopped immediately, then smiled and pursed her lips: "It's really not necessary."

Leng Yanchi's voice was low and clear, with a bit of impatience: "I don't want to change your medicine three times in one night."

Tang Jinjin stared at him blankly, not daring to speak again.

After Leng Yanchi finished speaking, he immediately went upstairs.

Tang Jinjin tried hard to remember, he didn't have anything to hang up the little nei in the bathroom, did he? ?
Originally, he wanted to step into the bathroom first, but it was hindered by his calm and cold aura.

Tang Jinjin didn't dare to overstep, but followed behind anxiously.

Leng Yanchi walked into the bathroom that was supposed to be his exclusive use, and glanced lightly with tired eyes.

Tang Jinjin followed behind, and when she saw him looking at the clothes hook, she gasped for a moment.

Hurriedly stepped forward to wrap her pink cartoon underwear, and covered it with a bath towel with an embarrassed smile.

The scene of a large-scale social death is nothing like this!

Tang Jinjin felt that her whole body was on fire. Although this was not the first time this had happened, she still felt so embarrassing!
Leng Yanchi withdrew his gaze, walked directly to the shower, stood by the side and just flipped the black and gold switch.

In an instant, water poured down like a waterfall of flowers and waterfalls.

The man's tall and straight body shook, he gritted his teeth and said, "Tang Jinjin, how do you use it!"

Tang Jinjin stood at the door, wiped her wet hair with a bath towel, and replied in a low voice, "I just wanted to adjust it, and then it was like this."

She really didn't mess around, it's just that she's not used to using her left hand, and she doesn't know how to do it.

The voice was cautious, but the uncontrollable smile on the corner of her mouth betrayed her heart.

Seeing the man like a drowned rat, she couldn't help but want to laugh.

Leng Yanchi took a deep breath, took off the shirt soaked in water and threw it aside.

Tang Jinjin was taken aback.

Looking at the broad back, I don't know where to put my flickering eyes.

Leng Yanchi stood under the shower, the water line dripped down his well-defined lines and sank into his black pants.

She was dressed in water color, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, exuding the fatal attractiveness of a man.

Tang Jinjin gently stroked her flat abdomen.

She is pregnant, so I don't know if she will get too angry after watching it.

Leng Yanchi lowered his head and adjusted the switches. After a while, the showers splashing everywhere were adjusted to normal one by one.

The entire wet bathroom was finally under control.

Leng Yanchi was completely drenched, he stretched out his hand to comb his hair back, and shook the water droplets from his hair.

"Come here." Leng Yanchi called to Tang Jinjin who was standing at the door.

"What are you doing?" Tang Jinjin glanced at him, blushing and turning her head.

Why call her? ?
Tang Jinjin seemed to be holding a rabbit in her heart, jumping around uneasy.

"You can still wash your hair with your frail body?"

Leng Yanchi looked sideways at the vigilant little woman.

Tang Jinjin raised her eyes in a flash: "As long as I adjust it well, I can wash it with my left hand."

"Well, after washing, it's really crippled."

Tang Jinjin: "..."

Murder and kill!
"Are you going to wash my hair?" Tang Jinjin frowned and squinted, her pretty face full of steam was very curious.

"After all, three of you are old, weak, sick, disabled, and young. I'll take it as a good deed."

"Hehe." Tang Jinjin laughed angrily.

"Just wash it." Tang Jinjin also got excited, asking Leng Yanchi to wash her hair. This kind of honor may not be enjoyed by others in a lifetime.

Why wouldn't she!
Tang Jinjin walked over, sat on the edge of the bathtub, and turned her back to him.

"Then please trouble Brother Yan Chi. After all, I am a patient of the old, the weak, the sick, the disabled, and the young."

Leng Yanchi let out a low laugh, staring at her small body standing upright: "It's quite enlightened."

Tang Jinjin gritted her teeth angrily, but she couldn't refute!
Leng Yanchi fiddled with her bath towel for her, untied the hair tie, picked up the shaggy head beside the bathtub to adjust the water temperature, and started directly.

He had a relapse of stomach trouble and his brain was so feverish that he took care of her.

Leng Yanchi had a serious expression on his face, and his movements were a little stiff.

Tang Jinjin put her legs together, put her small hands on her knees, and raised her injured right hand, dignified like a lady.

Both seemed to be holding their breath.

When the warm water washed down from her head, Tang Jinjin became more and more nervous.

But there was no targeting as she imagined, his hair washing was not gentle but not rude.

The action was quick, and it took only 3 minutes to wash her hair. By the way, she dried it and tied up her wet hair.

"All right."

"Oh, thank you." Tang Jinjin heaved a sigh of relief.

Sitting there without moving, I just felt unreal and unbelievable.

"Why are you sitting there? Do you want me to help you in the shower?"

Leng Yanchi threw the wet towel aside, and shook his short hair again.

The light shrouded his chiseled face, his facial features became more deep and three-dimensional, and the pair of cold eyes under the sword eyebrows seemed like a cold pool.

However, it looks a bit morbid.

Tang Jinjin looked up at him, "How can I take a shower if you don't leave?"

Leng Yanchi glanced at her, then turned around and walked outside.

"Speed ​​up, don't make me wait and I'll call you an ambulance."

With that said, he walked out and closed the bathroom door.

Leng Yanchi returned to the next room, took a quick shower, and changed into dry pajamas.

When I turned back to the room, there seemed to be the sound of splashing water in the bathroom.

Leng Yanchi stood on the wall two meters away from the bathroom, with his arms folded around his chest, and his eyes closed.

Tang Jinjin turned off the shower and was careful not to get his right hand wet.

It's just that it's inconvenient for her to move, and it's a little inconvenient to wear clothes.

"I'm going crazy! Don't wear it anymore!" Tang Jinjin couldn't button her underwear, and she was sweating again after taking a shower.

Leng Yanchi heard an angry voice inside, opened her eyes, and glanced at the bathroom door.

Tang Jinjin put on her panties, put on her nightdress, and walked out.

If she can't wear it, she won't be able to wear it!

But just as he opened the bathroom door and stepped on the ground with one foot, he caught a glimpse of the slender and tall figure leaning against the wall out of the corner of his eye.

Tang Jinjin retracted her legs with a whoosh, and then retracted directly.

"Brother Yan Chi, why haven't you returned to your room yet?" Tang Jinjin's heart was about to jump out of shock.

What the hell, Leng Yanchi watched her take a bath? ?

"Did you wash it?" Leng Yanchi's voice was hoarse and nasal.

Tang Jinjin curled up and put her arms around her chest: "Well, I'm done washing, you can go back quickly, I'm going to rest!"

"En." Leng Yanchi withdrew his gaze, stood up straight and prepared to leave.

As soon as he took a step, his slender figure suddenly swayed, Leng Yanchi frowned, and wanted to stretch out his hands to support the wall, but his eyes went dark.

Tang Jinjin heard a "dong".

Feel like something hit the ground?

"Brother Yan Chi, are you leaving?"

Tang Jinjin asked loudly, but no one answered her.

She opened the bathroom door and carefully glanced outside, only to find Leng Yanchi lying on the ground.