I said that you are the April day in the world;

the laughter lightens the April wind;

the light spirit is dancing in the light of spring.

You are the clouds in the early April sky,

the wind is soft at dusk,

the stars are shining unintentionally

April night, not cold or hot, Gu Jingxing leaned against the head of the bed, staring at the people in front of him. The evening breeze was slow. On his first night after the disaster, he felt very satisfied.

Song ran scratched left and right and looked at him with a bitter face: "I haven't taken a bath for several days. I have to take a shower in the hospital bathhouse."

Gu Jingxing was caught off guard and blushed: "Oh, you should go and borrow a set of patient's clothes from the nurse and change the clothes on your body."

Song ran said angrily: "you don't need to teach."

Finish saying, hurried out of the ward.

After a while, she came back wearing a sick suit, a windbreaker over her head and a head of wet hair. Then she sat down on a small stool to wipe her hair.

Her hair is very long and waist high. Her hair is soft and glossy. With the drop of water on her face, Gu can't move her eyes.

But for her injuries, Gu would have volunteered to help her wipe her hair.

Song ran wiped his hair and said: "although the conditions of the bathhouse are poor, after taking a bath, it is refreshing and refreshing. It's really comfortable."

Gu Jingxing felt his body itching. He had not taken a bath for several days, and he was not feeling well. How comfortable it would be to have a hot bath now.

However, this is just a delusion, his body injury, how can go to take a bath?

The night breeze is slow and the lights are dim. Song ran wipes his hair dry with a towel. When he looks up, he sees Gu Jingxing's straight eyes.

She tossed the towel. "What are you looking at?"

Gu Jingxing raised his hand, touched the back of his head and said in a hoarse voice, "Xiao ran..."

Song ran got up, hung the towel on the back of the chair and looked back at him: "hmm? What's the matter? "

Gu Jingxing licked his dry lips and stopped talking. Song ran quickly walked over, holding his face and saying, "what's wrong? I'll call the doctor? "

Gu Jingxing pulled her: "no discomfort, legs and chest are not so painful."

"What's wrong with that?"

"Ran Xiaoxing Can you Get some hot water and help me Cough Give me a wipe? "

After a bang, song Ran's face flushed thoroughly and said: "when Of course. "

It's not too much of a demand.

After that, she ran away in a hurry. As soon as she ran out of the ward, song ran quickly covered her face with her hands. Well, this face is very hot. Where does she want to go? Isn't it very pure to wipe the body of a patient?

Song ran, song ran, please keep calm for me. Don't fantasize.

After a while, song ran came back with a basin of hot water and a towel on his shoulder. Gu Jing moved his body and his eyes were turbulent.

Of course, song ran didn't notice at all, because she didn't dare to look at him directly.

She went down to the bed, put the basin on the floor, dipped it in the towel, squeezed it dry, turned back

Well

Where does this start?

Song ran put down the towel, staring at the person in front of her, muttered: "it seems that you have to take off your clothes first."

"Take it off." He made a good promise.

Song Ran's hands untied the buttons of his patient's clothes. One by one, the solution was very slow. The air in the ward was gradually coated with a layer of pink, and ambiguity could be seen everywhere.