If you don't even have this unforgettable feeling, then... What's left?
As he is now, even if there is no longer the pain of not asking, but always feel empty heart, like the loss of the most important thing.
When ye Wenming pushes open the door of the hotel, he only sees that the light in the room is still on. Zhuo qianyun leans on the sofa and has not fallen asleep.
"You're back." She said, but when she saw the scars left by the fight on his face, she was startled. She came forward with a worried face and asked, "what's the matter with your face? What happened? Did you... Drink? "
As soon as he got close, the smell of wine from him rushed into the tip of her nose.
"A little." Ye Wenming said, "go to bed first, I'll wash."
He said, went to the wardrobe side, took the change of clothes, went into the bathroom.
The warm water was washing his body. In addition to his face, he also got a lot of fists. Now he was flushed by the water, with a faint pain.
Do you regret it? He asked himself suddenly.
Slowly raised his hand, his right hand in the position of his heart, the kind of empty feeling in the chest, or so distinct.
When ye Wenming comes out of the bathroom, he finds that Zhuo qianyun is still sitting on the sofa waiting for her. On the coffee table in front of her, there is a medicine box.
"I want this from the hotel customer service. If you are injured, you'd better take some medicine." Zhuo qianyun said.
Ye Wenming coldly refused, "no need."
With that, he was about to walk to the bedside, but her hand first took his hand and said, "apply the medicine."
He looked at her with deep eyes. "I said no."
She met his eyes, "but you also said that we are now husband and wife. Your body does not belong to you, but also belongs to this family. Shouldn't a husband take good care of his body for the sake of his wife and children? "
When he heard the words "husband, wife", his eyes changed slightly.
At the moment, her eyes, full of worry, let him feel as if they are a real husband and wife, and she is deeply in love with his wife.
Ye Wenming is almost passively pressed by Zhuo qianyun and sits on the sofa. Then she opens the medicine box and begins to apply ointment to him.
As she put on the medicine, she said, "in fact, you should pay attention to your wound. Don't touch the water immediately, but... You've taken a bath just now. You can only pay attention to less touching the water in the back, otherwise the wound is easy to get inflamed."
Her fingers, smeared with ointment, spread evenly on his face.
Fingertip temperature, through the skin, as if in a little Qinru his heart.
Ye Wenming felt as if he was in a mess again.
At this moment, her fingers suddenly began to open his bathrobe. He suddenly regained his mind and grabbed her hand. "What are you doing?"
"Well, I just want to see if you're hurt, and if so, I'll rub the medicine together." She said, after all, his face is painted, and his body must be hurt.
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