"I wash it myself," he replied quite skillfully. "If you are worried, you can help me by the side."

Qin Anan felt that he had dug a hole for himself.

He took a bath by himself, of course she was worried.

But what is the difference between letting her watch him take a bath and letting her take a bath for him?

After entering the bedroom, she closed the door.

"Give me the cane." His voice came in a low voice.

She was about to ask where the crutches were when she saw it the next second.

She brought the crutches to him.

I saw him propped on crutches and stood up from the wheelchair.

Qin Anan was startled: "Is this okay?"

"It's nothing. I've washed it myself these days." His tone was slightly smiling, "Scared you?"

She blushed with embarrassment: "Did you deliberately tease me just now?"

"Well. Let's see how you react." He leaned on crutches and walked towards the bathroom step by step.

She was worried and followed him.

"Do you want me to take a shower?" Walking to the bathroom, he stopped and asked her.

She shook her head, and nodded in a panic: "I'm not very worried... How do you take off your pants? Will you get wounds?"

"I only wear the outer pair of pants," he explained. "The pants are loose and easy to take off."

She complied.

As if to reassure her, he undid the belt buckle to show her.

Her cheeks were hot and she couldn't help but back away: "I, I'd better go out! If you need help, just call me."

She quickly ran out of the bathroom and closed the bathroom door.

She breathed heavily and tried to walk away, worried that he would need help later.

At this time, Sister Zhang knocked on the door with her clothes and came in.

"Ma'am, did Mr. take a bath?"

Qin Anan nodded and took the clothes: "He usually takes a bath by himself?"

"Yeah! He doesn't want help."

Qin Anan whispered, "It's really strong."

"Mr. is very strong. This kind of character is actually quite a disadvantage. No matter what happens, he will carry it himself and will not tell others." Zhang said.

Qin Anan agreed: "I sometimes hate him like this."

"Don't hate him." The smile on Mrs. Zhang's face stopped, "Madam, although I don't know what Mr. has experienced before, from what I know about him, he is a very kind person."

Kind?

I feel that this word is very disproportionate to him.

But to say he is a bad guy is wrong.

"The people who are said to be depressed by the doctor are people with good hearts..."

"He has depression?" Qin Anan raised her eyebrows slightly.

Sister-in-law Zhang nodded: "I have been taking medicine for a week."

Qin Anan's heart was heavy.

It felt as if I never really knew him.

He is fierce, he is vulnerable, he is unfeeling, and he is persistent.

After Fu Shiting took a shower, he came out of the bathroom on crutches.

He was wrapped in a white bathrobe.

Qin Anan walked over to help him, looked at his wet hair, and asked, "How did you wash your hair?"

"Sit and wash."

"Oh, I'm going to get a hairdryer to dry you." She walked towards the bathroom and came out with the hairdryer.

While she was blowing his hair, he sat quietly, motionless.

I wish time would stop at this second.

Suddenly, his arm grabbed her wrist.

"Blow dry," he reminded.

"Oh." She came back to her senses, turned off the hair dryer, and suddenly caught a glimpse of his leg out of the corner of her eyes, and blood was overflowing from the gauze. "The gauze needs to be changed. I'll go get the medicine kit."

She put the hairdryer in the bathroom, hurried downstairs, and asked Mrs. Zhang to get the medicine kit. JrNovels.com