After dinner, Ji Shaoheng and Fang Yaqing watched TV for a while with their daughter. At nine o'clock, they took her upstairs to have a rest.

Fang Yaqing bathed her daughter and returned to her bedroom after she fell asleep.

There was no one in the room. There was a sound of water in the bathroom.

Thinking of his injuries, she came outside the bathroom and knocked on the frosted glass door, reminding him, "your injury is not good, you can't take a bath."

Inside came Ji Shaoheng's voice: "it doesn't matter."

Fang Yaqing frowned, raised her hand to hold the door handle, gently twisted the door and opened it. What caught the eye was the man's evenly proportioned figure.

There is a layer of mist in the bathroom, and the whole body of men is surrounded by fog.

Seeing her come in, Ji Shaoheng was afraid of water splashing on her, so he turned off the shower and put it away. He turned to Fang Yaqing and said with a smile: "do you want to wash with me?"

Just then, Fang Yaqing saw that his wound was scabby. However, if he washed it with a shower, it would be very easy for the scab and scar to fall off. At that time, it would be very serious.

"Let me see your wound."

"I'm fine." In the hospital these days, Ji yangkun and others watched him. He didn't take a bath for several days, and he was very uncomfortable.

To the spring light in front of him, Fang Yaqing turned a blind eye and lowered his voice slightly: "turn around."

Ji Shaoheng saw her appearance as if to be angry, put away his smiley face, turned his back to her.

Although he was very careful, but inevitably there will be water on his back, the scab is slightly white.

Fang Yaqing stares at for a long time, some heartache, cold face: "wound can't see water, don't you even have this common sense?"

Ji Shaoheng with the tone of begging for mercy said: "I just want to take a bath, or I can't hold you to sleep at night, you will feel that I stink."

Fang Yaqing did not pay attention to his glib tone: "the wound is not good before, can only scrub."

He helpless way: "good, wife adult, I know."

Fang Yaqing withdrew from the bathroom and closed the door to him, but she did not leave, but supervised him outside.

From the frosted glass, Ji Shaoheng saw the shadow outside, knew she was outside, and chatted with her: "do you know why my injury is so good so fast?"

Fang Yaqing asked, "why?"

"Because of your chicken soup." As soon as he thought that they had a quarrel that day, and that she delivered chicken soup to the hospital on time every day, he was very happy.

"Does dad know I sent it?" Ji Shaoheng can guess it's her. She's not surprised at all. She's afraid Ji yangkun will get angry again.

"I told him it was from my aunt." He was afraid of Fang Yaqing's thinking and explained, "I'm afraid he's angry."

She gently "um" a, in fact, he does not need to explain, she knows.

After they both took a bath, they went to bed and lay down. Ji Shaoheng held Fang Yaqing in his arms and smelled her bathing in Qingji. He was a bit confused.

His body moved to the side of his body.

Ji Shaoheng is a long arm, but also embrace her, voice a bit hoarse: "wife..."

Fang Yaqing is wearing pajamas, but Ji Shaoheng is naked. She can feel the hot temperature on him through a thin layer of material.

She turned and faced him with a low voice: "you Don't hurt the baby You also have injuries... "

"Good." With that, Ji Shaoheng kisses her.

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