Chapter 884: There Are Wind Chimes in the South, and Hengmu in the North (One Hundred and Forty-Seven)

When Feng Ling heard this, he directly probed over to take a closer look, and sure enough, he saw water stains on the front of his T-shirt.

In the posture of bending over to wash his hair just now, and she has been helping him pour water, he may not have noticed that water flowed down his neck into the clothes on his chest.

Feng Ling didn't doubt it: "I'm sorry I didn't pay attention to it just now, I'll wipe it for you."

Li Nanheng just stood up, and the moment he straightened up, his eyes fell directly on her face.

Feng Ling seriously took a dry towel next to him and wiped it on the clothes on his chest, then looked at the water stains left on it, and said apologetically, "Take it off and wash it, don't you still have it?" A change of clothes? I'll get it for you, and you change first."

The man stood there without moving, but only moved his mouth: "Well, help me take it off."

Feng Ling's hand holding the towel stopped, if it wasn't because his wrist couldn't move, otherwise she would have suspected that he was deliberately blackmailing her.

"Forget it if you don't take it off, I'll do it myself." Before she could respond, Li Nanheng immediately pushed her away with no expression.

"Don't move, let me do it." Feng Ling had no choice but to put down the towel, stretched out his hand and pulled the hem of the man's clothes from his belt, and then stood in front of him, almost embracing his arms, With his arms around him, he rolled up his clothes bit by bit, then closed his eyes, and quickly lifted his clothes up without doing anything.

Until she helped him take off his clothes from the top of his head, seeing the man's random movement of tossing his hair because he had just washed it, her eyes froze, she turned around abruptly and walked out.

I went to find his change of clothes. It was still the close-fitting T-shirt he usually wears underneath, but this one is dark gray. I usually see him wearing black a lot. I occasionally see him wearing a white vest. The reason why I seldom enter his room is that I don't see him wearing other colors much.

Feng Ling took the clothes and went in, and saw the man just standing there with his bare upper body openly waiting for her, as if waiting for her to serve him was a matter of course.

She walked in and was about to hand him the clothes directly, but when she saw the thing wrapped around the man's wrist, she went over to help him put the clothes on.

The action of putting on the clothes is the opposite of the action of undressing just now, one is to lift up and the other is to pull down lightly, but basically they are almost leaning on the man's arms.

After finally helping him put on his clothes, Feng Ling was about to back away, but he didn't expect that the man in front of him had been looking down at her for some time,

When she was about to back up, she suddenly took a step forward like this, she subconsciously took another step back, and the man took another step forward, until she leaned against the corner of the simple bathroom door with the partition.

At the moment when there was no way to retreat, the scene that happened in his room that night made Feng Ling's whole body tense, and he tried to avoid it, but the man bowed his head at this moment, as if he wanted to kiss her, and she turned away immediately face, the man's lips just brushed gently against her ear.

Li Nanheng looked down at her non-starting action, looked at her deeply with his eyes, but did not continue other actions.

She raised her hand, and after thinking about it, she pushed it to his waist: "Boss, if you can't stand still, I'll help you out."

As she said that, she lowered her head, pretending not to see the dark color in his eyes, and raised her hand as if to support him.

The man looked down at her expression. He really wanted to kiss her for a moment just now, but considering that his wrist was injured, he needed her to take care of him for the time being. Raising the gun, it is estimated that he might not be able to break her hand at this moment, after all, one hand is still no match for two hands, no matter how thin Feng Ling is, her physical strength is trained by him Yes, he knows whether she has strength or not.

He straightened up and didn't continue to press her down. Feng Ling helped him to go out when he was free. When he got to the bedside, he suddenly remembered that it was just that his wrist couldn't use his strength, and it wasn't that his leg was injured. Help what?

She withdrew her hand quickly, and when she raised her eyes, she saw the man sitting by the bed looking at her with a half-smile.

Feng Ling immediately turned his eyes away quickly: "Boss, you should rest first, I, I will go and see Sanpang..."

"Didn't you just go to see it? Are you going to see it again?"

"Ah, yes, I just saw it..."

Seeing her standing by the bed and not knowing what to do next, Li Nanheng didn't say any more, raised his uninjured hand and plucked his own hair casually twice, and then said lightly: "I remember the last time when I At the door of the infirmary, did you see how Wen Leqing massaged me?"

Feng Ling recalled for a moment: "I probably remember."

It seems that it is mainly a simple action of promoting blood circulation, and it should not be too heavy or too light to gently massage the position of the ligament strain.

"Then try." The man said, raising his hand.

Feng Ling: "You want me to give you a massage?"

Li Nanheng raised his eyebrows: "This can speed up the recovery, otherwise, how long do you want to keep feeding me, washing my hair and changing my clothes? If this continues, I'm afraid I will have to accompany you even to the bathroom starting tomorrow." .”

Feng Ling was silent for a while before walking over, helped him untie the things on his wrist, and then looked at the man's wrist that was slightly white because of the hot compress for a day, there was no medicine and no doctor, it was just as simple as that I don't know if the hot compress will work, but seeing that he is not in a hurry or worried, she can't say much, so she just raised her hand, which was a bit rusty at first, and rubbed it on his wrist for a while .

At first, Li Nanheng seemed to be in some pain, but he didn't say anything, and just let her press. After ten minutes of pressing, Feng Ling found the pattern and the direction of the massage. Although the expression on his face was not obvious, it was painful and comfortable. It can still be seen to some extent, bit by bit according to his comfortable rules.

Li Nanheng looked at the hand she had been rubbing on his wrist, and not long after, he suddenly raised the other hand and pulled her to his side: "Sit down."

"I'm helping you press..."

"Sit down and press!"

The sitting posture was too close. Feng Ling turned his waist slightly and continued to rub him carefully. While rubbing, he raised his head from time to time to look at his expression to make sure that he was really upright. Only when you are comfortable can you rest assured.

Taking advantage of the angle of her sitting next to her, the man glanced at her hair, and suddenly said, "Have you not cut your hair for a while?"

It's true that Feng Ling's hair hasn't been cut for a long time. There were too many things to do a while ago, and I didn't take the time to cut it. Now the length has exceeded the length below the ears, and it is indeed a bit long.

"Yeah." She responded, and raised her hand to tuck back the hair around her ear.

It was just a habitual movement, the man looked at her snow-white cheeks and white soft ears exposed because her hair was lifted, and his eyes dimmed.

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