Lu Man asked Xu Feng out for no other purpose, because she knew that if Xu Feng was present, Bo Yehan would not be able to cooperate. [】

He was so proud, how could he allow his men to see his clothes being stripped off and rubbed them on his body?

But when Xu Feng really went out, only Lu Man was left.

She looked at Bo Yehan and felt a little embarrassed again.

After pausing in place, she pressed her palm against her lips and cleared her throat.

Then Lu Man walked to the bed and first moved the quilt to the sofa not far away.

It was getting colder, but the indoor temperature was not low and it should be tolerated.

When doing these things, Bo Yehan kept his eyes closed and had no reaction.

Until Lu Man turned back and turned up his shirt.

Bo Yehan's eyes moved slightly and he opened his eyes instantly.

Lu Man was looking at the wound on his abdomen and suddenly felt his strong presence.

She raised her eyes and unexpectedly faced his gaze.

Lu Man pursed her lips and said without changing her face: "The top must be taken off."

Bo Yehan looked at her silently for two seconds, and then he actually took action directly.

His intact hand, which had just been given a drip, slowly moved to the chest and began to unbutton the buttons of his sick clothes one by one.

With slender knuckles and neatly trimmed nails, he is a person who pays great attention to personal hygiene, otherwise he would not have asked for a bath at this time.

Lu Man's eyes were unconsciously attracted by his actions.

It was obviously a very normal movement, because Bo Yehan only had one hand to move, and the movement was pulled very slowly.

After slowing down, there was an inexplicable feeling.

It was like the camera was pulled very close, and it was done in slow motion.

There is an extra lingering taste.

Lu Man's eyes moved with his hands.

As he watched his clothes gradually open to both sides, revealing his bulging muscles, the barriers on his chest looked strong and masculine aura that rushed towards him.

Still a good figure.

Lu Man's hand holding the towel tightened inadvertently.

Then I heard Bo Yehan ask, "Have you seen enough?"

Lu Man took his senses back and looked over with a light look: "Just treat it as a free movie."

Her voice was extremely cheap, and her expression was not as embarrassing as ordinary people were poked, which made Bo Yehan's eyes narrow a little, with a little more dangerous.

Lu Man spoke, and his tone became more natural: "Please hurry up, the towel will be cold."

Bo Yehan pursed his lips lightly, and while his hands were moving, he suddenly sneered: "I hope you can still be so calm after a while."

Lu Man raised his eyebrows, but he didn't understand what he meant at first.

After she helped Bo Yehan take off her top directly, she took a wet towel and wiped it from his arms first.

He didn't even smell any sweat on his body, but Lu Man still wiped it very seriously.

After wiping the first time on her arm, she passed the towel over the water again.

When she wrung it, she suddenly realized what Bo Yehan meant just now.

After a while, won’t you wipe the lower part of it?

She would have to take off her pants then, and she wouldn't be so calm...

But Lu Man was also unwilling to admit defeat. If there was anything to be calm, just treat it as a patient who had nothing to do with her.

In the process of wringing out the towel, Lu Man fully constructed himself.

She thought Bo Yehan was a big radish with limbs and rubbed a radish, and she had anything to care about.

Lu Man's eyes turned, and it was just a matter of thought.

Bo Yehan on the bed couldn't see her expression at all.

When Lu Man stood up and looked at him, he looked like he was looking at an object without emotion.

Bo Yehan's eyebrows raised slightly, as if there was something different.

Lu Man's movements were very straightforward. After all, in winter, he often took a bath and was afraid that his children would catch a cold. If he didn't wash, he was afraid that they would feel uncomfortable when they went to bed. So the most common thing was to wipe them up and down with a towel before going to bed.

Therefore, she had a lot of experience. After wiping her right arm, she turned around and came to Bo Yehan's left hand.

This hand was injured, so she should pay attention to her movements.

The towel is warm, and every time it is covered, it will leave a warm feeling on the skin, and there is also a faint sense of moisture. The air-drying process is particularly comfortable.

Bo Yehan's eyes kept looking at her.

Lu Man felt it, but she pretended not to see it, and kept focusing on her own affairs.

Until she wiped his strong chest, she looked to her lower body and pursed the corners of her mouth.

At this moment, Bo Yehan said lightly: "There is still a behind."

Yes, he didn't wipe his back, but he couldn't turn over.

Bo Yehan seemed to see what she meant, so he just wanted to sit up.

Lu Man hurriedly approached and stopped him.

The two of them moved forward at the same time, and they ended up getting together very intimately.

It was a little bit too late, the tips of the two of them were about to meet.

Lu Man could almost feel the subtle touch of Bo Yehan every time he blinked his eyelashes.

It's like a feather twitching on the tip of the heart, an unspeakable experience.

His breath was filled with his breath, with a faint mint smell and a hospital disinfectant smell. The two flavors were mixed together, but they smelled unexpectedly good.

After two short seconds, Lu Man quickly retreated a little.

Bo Yehan was still in the same place and did not move.

He lowered his eyes, his eyes were a little far-reaching, as if he was thinking about something.

Just now, just in the moment, in such a similar posture, Bo Yehan's mind flashed through a picture.

It seemed that he had been so close to her just a while ago.

He remembered that he pressed her against the wall and touched his nose, and could clearly see every emotion under her bright eyes.

The moonlight shone on her side face, and the thin tiny fluff could be seen on her fair cheeks, which looked soft like white dough, which was completely opposite to her cold feeling.

The scene was extremely real, so real that it seemed that she could still recall her burning breath, and she sprayed it on his ears with frowns and frowns.

But he couldn't remember when or what dream it was?

Bo Yehan had goose bumps behind his ears, and his breathing became a little heavy.

His right hand, which was hanging beside him, clenched a little, raised his eyes and looked at Lu Man, with extremely deep eyes.

Lu Man didn't notice his eyes. She had just pulled her mind back from her complicated mood and suppressed all the complicated thoughts.

She swallowed her throat and said first: "I'll help you sit up, but don't try too hard."

With a deep signal, Lu Man looked at the wound on his abdomen and went up again.

This time, she moved slowly and controlled the distance.

He held Bo Yehan's neck with one hand and supported the bed with the other, carefully using force.

Bo Yehan's eyes were fixed on his face until he sat up and did not speak.
Chapter completed!