Douluo: Take the First Poseidon’s Nine Tests

　　 In the cabin.

　　 At this time, the air seemed to freeze, and the two boys and girls looked at each other without saying a word for a long time.

　　 Finally, Purple Pearl’s beautiful purple eyes moved away first, and then as if he hadn’t noticed that he was awake, his hands continued to move, just like the past ten days, gently helping him wipe his body...

　　 Hemingway, who was still unable to move at this time, had a complicated look in his eyes. In these days when he was in a coma, he was not completely unconscious. Every time I wake up for a short time, I can feel that she has taken care of myself... logically he should be grateful to this woman. But don't forget that the reason why he has fallen to this point is also closely related to this woman.

　　 After all, it was her father who brought people to arrest him, and he caused him to suffer from a lot of hard work and wounds, and almost lost his combat effectiveness. I hurt myself, but saved myself. How should it be counted now?

　　The more he thought about it, the more Hemingway felt his brain hurt, and finally he closed his eyes. I don't care if I pretend to be an ostrich. I can't move it anyway. What do you like?

　　 At this time, the purple pearl is like a little wife, holding a wet towel and gently rubbing him all over his body, even the private parts are not let go. Although Qiao's face was flushed, her hands were still meticulous. Looking at this proficiency, it is obvious that this is not done once or twice.

　　 Hemingway, who closed his eyes and pretended to be an ostrich, now has a different taste. Feeling the moist towel across his body, the gentle and soothing movements were just right... he was almost going to sleep, almost comfortable.

　　 But other than that, it’s more embarrassing. Being so carefully taken care of by an unfamiliar young woman, revealing her body unreservedly in front of him... Hemingway felt that he had no secrets in front of this woman, it was... it was...

　　 He didn't know how to describe this feeling, he only knew that if his body could move freely at this time, he would definitely put on his clothes and wrap himself tightly!

　　 For the first time, he felt that human beings have clothes to wear, how happy it is.

　　 The mental trauma is far more serious than he imagined. The brain, as the core of the human body, controls everything in the body. Therefore, his mentally wounded, even his dominance over the body is also affected.

　　 It was clear that his physical injury had healed a long time ago, but he couldn't get any strength. As if this body is not his. Due to mental trauma, the control of the body has dropped to an extreme, at most I can barely move my fingers, and I can't do more.

　　 "Gu~"

　　 At this time, there was a rumbling of belly.

　　Hemingway felt a sense of hunger!

　　 At this time, Purple Pearl also happened to help him scrub his whole body, and then raised the basin and walked out of the cabin, his beautiful face looked unusually calm. It's just that the seemingly peaceful footsteps are a little more flustered than before. Obviously, this girl is not as calm and composed as she seems on the surface.

"very hungry…"

　　 Feeling the hunger in his belly, Hemingway suddenly thought of a key question. That's how did he eat during these days when he was in a coma?

　　According to Hemingway's estimation, he was in a coma for at least ten days.

　　 And if he didn't eat or drink for more than ten days, his current state would never be so good. Even if he has spirit power in his body, it is estimated that he is hungry and thin, and is dying.

　　 How could it just feel hungry?

unless…

　　 Hemingway just thought of this when the cabin door was opened again. I saw Purple Pearl walking slowly with a bowl of steaming millet porridge in his hand. Even if he is far away, he can smell the aroma in that bowl...

　　 Okay, the case is solved.

　　 Hemingway knows his state, why is it so good now.

　　 "Are you able to move now?" Zi Zhenzhu walked to him and squatted gently, and asked softly.

　　 Hemingway did not speak. In fact, even though he can't control his body and limbs now, he can do it by twisting his head and talking. He just doesn't know how to face this woman. I don't know how to treat her. Is it as indifferent as before? Still smiling?

　　 Seeing that he didn't speak, those beautiful sea-blue eyes were complicated and difficult to understand. Purple Pearl seemed to understand something, and nodded gently. Then temporarily put down the bowl in his hand, stretched out his hands to gently lift his still naked body, and leaned his upper body on the cabin wall.

　　 then picked up the bowl on the side, scooped up a spoonful of millet porridge, gently brought it to the red lips and blew it... and then handed it to Hemingway's mouth.

　　"..."

　　 Looking at the spoonful of millet porridge close at hand, after Hemingway hesitated for a while, he finally opened his mouth slowly and ate it in one bite.

　　 Hemingway, who had eaten fish every day on the desert island for a few years, had not eaten normal food for a long time, when he ate this normal bite of millet porridge... I only felt that this bite of porridge was unexpectedly sweet. Even made him have the urge to cry.

　　 "But, where did the millet porridge come from on this boat?" Hemingway was a little bit puzzled after that. He remembered that the boat was empty, and he didn't prepare any ingredients at all, and even if there were ingredients. So what utensil does she cook with?

　　 But when Hemingway saw the spoon passed by the girl again, his eyes shifted to the delicate bracelet on the wrist. It suddenly dawned on me, because this bracelet was obviously a soul guide for storage. It is estimated that these things are all her own. It's just that it hasn't been taken out before.

　　 One bite after another.

　　 As the luscious millet porridge entered his stomach, Hemingway's noisy stomach gradually calmed down.

　　 When he finished drinking a bowl of millet porridge, he felt that his mental state was better. It's just a pity that he still can't control his body now.

　　 So in the next few days.

　　 Hemingway is still lying motionless on the bed like a paralyzed patient.

　　 Purple Pearl is still like a hardworking little wife, scrubbing his body every day, and then cooking and feeding him, UU reading www. uukanshu.com even when he wanted to go to the toilet to solve his physical problems...she still helped him over. It's like a virtuous little wife who takes care of her paralyzed husband.

　　 At first, when Zi Zhenzhu wanted to help him to the toilet to solve his physiological problems, Hemingway refused. Because this is too shameful. He is a big man who even needs a woman to help him go to the bathroom. What is this like?

　　 It's just that even if he resists any more, the reality will not change in the slightest because of his resistance. Feeling that his patience has reached his limit, between peeing his pants and being helped by him...Finally, he still succumbed.

　　 He closed his eyes, like a puppet, allowed her to hold his body to the toilet, and then untied his pants...

　　Hello! Why are you so skilled!

　　Hemingway suddenly realized this!

　　 Not good!

　　Looking at this woman's so skilled appearance, shouldn't she be in a coma for more than ten days...

　　Sometimes the more you think about certain things, the more you can feel that you can’t bear to look directly at it!

　　Hemingway suddenly realized a very critical issue.

　　 That is how did you eat and drink in the past ten days?

　　 Just take a spoon, can you just open your mouth and pour it in?

　　 And the food is not easy to digest without chewing...

　　 After eating something, it must be excreted. He is still a mortal body now, so this vulgarity is naturally inevitable. So since he has eaten in the past ten days, he must have a normal metabolism... So what has this woman done to her body these days? !

　　Hemingway suddenly had the urge to cover his face, and it was over. Completely finished, he is not pure anymore.

　　 I can’t marry later...