Chapter 883: There Are Wind Chimes in the South, and Hengmu in the North (One Hundred and Forty-Six)

"Is this really okay?" She didn't particularly believe what he said.

Li Nanheng glanced at her coldly: "My own wrist, can I still endure the pain? Do what I tell you to do. Why are there so many nonsense?"

Feng Ling: "Oh."

That's right, he can't just let his wrist really be useless like this.

She hurried to get a hot towel to cover him, and then went to Da Bin to ask for the self-heating knee pad that she got from someone who didn't know where.

Needless to say, this knee pad can actually get hot when you hold it in your hand. Feng Ling studied it for a while before he saw that there was a battery in a hidden button inside, no wonder it could get hot.

After taking it back, wrap the towel around Li Nanheng's wrist like this, and then wrap the self-heating knee pads around the towel, making sure that the towel will always maintain a suitable temperature in this way. The tie was a little tight, and it could also fix his wrist, so as not to suffer secondary injuries due to the pulling of the ligament.

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It was precisely because Li Nanheng's wrist was really injured, and although San Pang's life was saved, he had a severe cold, was bedridden, and was sick all day with a fever and cough, which made the two tents Everyone is very busy, especially when it's meal time, they all come out to help each other, trying to cook porridge and other light things.

Li Nanheng was not as troublesome as San Pang. Although his right hand was injured, every time it was time to eat, Feng Ling would take the initiative to come over before he had to speak, or just give him a spoon so that it would be more convenient for him to eat. Or simply help him pick up the dishes and put them in the bowl in front of him.

At first Li Nanheng said he didn't need her, but after using it smoothly, he didn't even use the spoon, and just waited for her to feed.

Feng Ling saw that his wrist had been so sore that he couldn't move it. Although he thought it was inappropriate, he still fed him, as if he was a child in his twenties, and he just fed him.

After going back and forth like this, Li Nanheng even needed her help to put on and take off his coat. After a day, except for him going to the toilet, Feng Ling would help him with almost everything else.

It was night again, Li Nanheng didn't take a shower last night because of his wrist injury, and obviously he still couldn't take a bath tonight.

Feng Ling just went to the tent next door to see Sanpang. Sanpang's fever has subsided, but he is very weak. After soaking in such cold water for a long time, he was so frightened that he might fall ill again. , the other brothers are watching over there day and night to take care of them,

After making sure there was no major problem over there, Feng Ling returned to the tent here.

As soon as he came back, he saw Li Nanheng unbuttoning his clothes with one hand, and walking to the bathroom wearing only a tight-fitting T-shirt.

Feng Ling looked at his back suspiciously, and called out: "Boss, what are you doing in the bathroom? It's not convenient for you to take a shower now."

"Can't you wash your hair without taking a shower?"

Li Nanheng has always been obsessed with cleanliness. He can bear not taking a bath for a day or two, but not washing his hair is really uncomfortable.

Feng Ling followed to the door of the bathroom, and watched him bury his head in the sink next to the simple bathroom, unscrew the faucet of the improvised water pipe with one hand, and pour water on his hair with one hand.

"Is that how you wash?"

"if not?"

Because of bending over, his voice became a little lower, with a guttural tone and a hint of hoarseness.

He closed his eyes and bent over in front of the sink. He seemed to be struggling a little, but he insisted on washing.

Feng Ling watched for a while.

Li Nanheng was pouring water on his head when Feng Ling's footsteps could be heard in his ears.

In the next second, a pair of hands appeared in the water, pulled away his uninjured hand, took some warm water and poured it into his hair.

He paused, then turned to look at her in this bent posture.

Feng Ling's voice was extremely natural: "Your hand is not convenient, let me do it."

Li Nanheng didn't speak, the hand that was supposed to wash his hair paused in mid-air, then slowly landed on the sink, put it on it, and didn't move again.

Although Feng Ling is usually agile, although she is thinner than others, she is definitely a violent person in training, but at this moment, she moves very lightly, pouring water on his hair, and then Knead again.

Seeing that his hair was almost wet, he turned off the tap again and went to the side to get shampoo.

"Boss, you don't mind my shampoo not being as good as yours at base?"

He paused, closing his eyes and not forgetting to say: "I used it when I took a shower here the night before yesterday, do you think I seem to be a person who cares about such things?"

Feng Ling rolled her eyes in a direction he couldn't see. Of course she didn't know if he was this kind of person, but with such a clean freak, who knows if he would dislike other people's toiletries.

Without saying anything, she squeezed out the shampoo, made bubbles in her palm, and then rubbed it on his hair.

In this tent, it is simple and cramped. In the bathroom, the light is dim.

The tall and straight man bent over and did not move, as if a tough guy had never bowed his head in front of her, and she stood beside him, washing his hair carefully, her movements were light and slow, a little jerky .

However, Feng Ling, who has been trying his best to help him wash his hair well and doesn't like washing him too badly, has no idea how tortured and psychologically challenged Li Nanheng is right now.

The man closed his eyes, lost his vision, and all his senses became more acute in the darkness.

He leaned his head on the sink, feeling her soft hands gently rubbing his hair, occasionally scratching, neither painful nor itchy, but it seemed to ignite something silently.

Her fingertips fell on her ear, Like a little flame.

She pressed her scalp, and every stroke made his whole body tingle with sensitivity.

She turned on the tap and started pouring water on his head again, asking as she poured, "Is the water temperature right? Is it hot?"

The water temperature is very suitable, warm and hot, not hot at all.

But the water flowed down the hair and neck, and it began to scald.

Feng Ling's hands rubbed back and forth between his hair, his fingers gently brushed the foam around his ears, and smoothed out the stubble on the top of his neck.

Li Nanheng stood there calmly, as if someone had lit a flame in his chest, one bundle after another, unable to be extinguished.

After washing like this for a while, until all the foam on his hair and neck was washed off, Feng Ling picked up a towel and wiped his hair for him: "Okay!"

Li Nanheng raised his head, but he didn't straighten his back. He still put his hands on the table and said lightly: "The water has flowed into my clothes, do you mind wiping my body?"