"Blow your head, the nurse will help you bandage."
"Don't blow it, help me to wipe my body." Gu Yu raised his hand, sniffed his arm, and frowned. "This kind of masculine taste is so bad."
This kind of action, made in exchange for other men, may be very common. However, it was made from Gu Yu, elegant and distinguished.
Even the abandonment of frowning is so eye-catching.
"You have been in a coma for a few days. You haven't taken a bath for a few days. The taste is definitely bad." And, this is not a manly smell, it is a sweaty smell.
"Why don't you help me bathe?" Gu Yu complained.
Song Wuyou: "You can't touch the water in your wounds."
Gu Yu: "The wound is so small, I am huge."
After he finished, he licked his lower body. "The masculine taste is definitely stronger."
Song Wushou: "..."
Gu Yu looked up and looked at Song Wuyou deeply: "Help me bathe."
"Sweep your body?" Song asked without worry.
"Don't!" Gu Yu’s class, Ning’s look, spoiled: "I want to take a shower, I have to take a shower, I have to take a shower."
"Good..." Song Wufu took him.
Doesn't he just want to play in front of himself?
She is fulfilling him, can't she still?
To wipe off the body and take a shower, it’s all about undressing...
Gu Yu listened, smiled happily, got up from the bed.
"I am standing, you can wash your face with a shower and not hurt."
After that, he has taken the initiative to enter the bathroom.
That body, the style, the speed, the enthusiasm, can not see at all, he is a wounded person.
Song Wuxiao smiled, with a hint of relief in his eyes.
He didn't have amnesia, didn't forget her, it's good.
Gu Yu has cleanliness and loves to be clean.
This bath was washed for forty minutes.
In addition to the location of the wound, Song Wushou from the head to the feet, all help him wash clean.
After helping him dry his hair, Gu Yu was very cool and handsome, licking his head, shredded hair, and said in a good mood, "Good comfort."
Seeing that he is in good spirits, Song has no worries and always laughs.
Gu Yu sat on the bed and looked at Song Wuxi with a smile. "Wife, tell me the story."
Song Wuxi asked subconsciously: "What story do you want to hear?"
Gu Yan smiled: "Speaking or singing, you choose the same."
"What story do you want to hear?" Song Wuzuo repeated.
"As long as it is what you said, I love to listen."
Song Wuzhe took the clean sick suit and handed it to him, "put on."
What is the body of the upper body?
"Do not wear, hot." Gu Yu threw the clothes to the side, and looked at Song Wuxi with a smile, "telling a story."
Song Wuzhan moved over the chair and sat in front of the bed.
Her eyes daringly fell on Gu's chest.
His chest, in addition to the current new muzzle, has two old scars.
There was an old scar, or the last time he was attacked in the street, he left her for bullets.
Before, she was entangled in the problem of loving her or not, and now she saw the wound on his chest, she was not entangled.
A man, if you don't love you, will you desperately fight for you? Will you take care of you when you are in danger?
Moreover, she also promised the original Lord to be happy for her.
Gu Yu is her happiness -
"Husband." Song Wushou suddenly smiled sweetly, ruddy face, with a hint of shame.
"Well?" Gu Yu heard her husband, her heart was turned, and she was full of tenderness.