Sheng Ning'an looked up at him, "You don't have to feel embarrassed, we're boyfriend and girlfriend, and besides, you got hurt because of me. It's only right for me to take care of you."
Xu Weiran pursed his lips, "I can do it myself!" Even at such a time, he still insisted.
"Yes, yes, you can do it yourself, it's just that I feel sorry for my boyfriend and insist on helping, alright!" Sheng Ning'an construed this as the pride of a man acting up.
Sheng Ning'an quickly buttoned up his shirt for him and then looking at his hair, said, "Shall I wash your hair for you?" Probably fearing that water would touch the plaster, Xu Weiran had only washed his body and not his hair.
Xu Weiran glanced at her and nodded.
As Sheng Ning'an was about to turn around to fetch him some hot water, she realized the hand that Xu Weiran had been holding at his side was now wrapped around her waist.
Sheng Ning'an looked up at him, puzzled.
