Tang Qing curled up on the bed, the pain was gradually dissipated, and she was a little tired.

She closed her eyes and said to Xiao Fengting, "go and cook some hot water."

She may have been driven out of fear, now it is very obedient, got the order, no nonsense, obediently went to the kitchen to start boiling water.

Tang Qing closed his eyes and sighed slightly. He rested on the bed.

After a while, the man came out of the kitchen and said to her, "the hot water is ready. Do you take a bath?"

Tang opened his eyes and saw Xiao Fengting's white jade cheek, which had been smoked black. She looked at his unfortunate face and sat up from the bed. "Don't you wash it?"

He was a little embarrassed. He touched his clothes and whispered, "my clothes are dry. It's OK. You wash them first."

After saying that, he seemed to be afraid of what he said wrong, and carefully glanced at her several eyes, a look of pity.

Tang Qing did not say a word, but quietly took back the sight, pointed to the corner, lost memory Xiao Fengting will take her crutch.

There are few clothes changed at home. They are all donated by the original residents. They are made of linen. The fabric is rough and can scratch the skin.

Fortunately, the weather here is hot, she was wearing a skirt, the quality is quite good, also not rotten, she cut into two tops, to change.

Tang Qing went to the kitchen and washed herself with hot water. The hot hot water removed the cold air from her body, which was wet by rain. It seemed that the soreness and pain of her leg tendons had been eliminated a lot. She sighed comfortably and cleaned up her body with hot water inside and outside before she went into the room and called Xiao Fengting to wash it.

Tang Qing sits by the bed, drying his hair.

No towel, no hair dryer, only natural air drying. Fortunately, the climate here is quite dry, otherwise every time I wash my hair, I will be so wet that she will have to be sick.

Rain is a burst of, at this time, the sky is even clear, the sunset shyly from the dark clouds revealed most of his face, golden light sprinkled on the earth.

Just when Tang Qing was thinking about whether to go to the sun, a soft grunt came from the kitchen. She frowned and looked towards the kitchen. In the quiet air, she heard Xiao Fengting's stoic breath. It seemed that she was afraid of being heard, so she kept her breath very low.

The crutches on her hand stopped, turned a corner, and walked in the direction of the kitchen.

The man's back to her, his clothes have been taken off, in her view, is his muscular back and compared with ordinary men, some thin waist. His back was covered with scars of varying degrees. Because of the whiteness of his skin, the scars were particularly obvious and even abominable.

She remembered that when she just woke up that day, she dug out a lot of embedded debris from Xiao Fengting's back with a knife, including iron filings and steel pieces. It took her a lot of time to clean them up.

It seems to hear her footsteps, the man turned around, his eyes touched her face, and suddenly opened his eyes in surprise. His hands subconsciously covered his lower body, as if he had been involved in the wound. His face turned white, his eyebrows wrinkled, and he snorted with some pain.