Nine trials of Douluo's preemptive sea god

inside the cabin.

At this moment, the air seemed to be frozen, and the two boys and girls looked at each other without speaking for a long time.

In the end, Zizhu's pretty purple eyes moved away first, and then, as if she didn't notice that he had awakened, her hands continued to move, just like in the past ten days, gently wiping his body...

At this time, Hemingway, who was still unable to move, had complicated eyes. During these days in a coma, he was not completely unconscious.Every time he wakes up for a short time, he can feel her taking care of him... Logically speaking, he should be grateful to this woman.But don't forget that the reason why he has fallen to this point has a lot to do with this woman.

After all, it was her father who brought people to arrest her, and now she has suffered five labors and seven injuries, and almost lost her combat effectiveness.Hurt yourself, but save yourself.How should it be calculated now?

The more he thought about it, the more Hemingway felt his head hurt, and he closed his eyes at last.I don't care about the ostrich, anyway, I can't move now, so what do you like?

At this time, Zizhu was like a little daughter-in-law, holding a wet towel and gently helping him wipe all over his body, even his private parts were not spared.Although her pretty face was flushed, her movements were still meticulous.Looking at this proficient appearance, it is obvious that he has not done this once or twice.

And Hemingway, who closed his eyes and pretended to be an ostrich, had a different feeling at the moment.Feeling the wet towel across his body, the gentle and soothing movements, just right... It was so comfortable that he was about to fall asleep.

But other than that, it's more embarrassing.Being taken care of by a strange young woman, showing his body in front of the other person without reservation... Hemingway felt that he had no secrets in front of this woman, it was... it was...

He didn't know how to describe this feeling, he only knew that if his body could move freely at this moment, he would definitely put on his clothes immediately and wrap himself tightly!

For the first time, he felt how happy it is for human beings to have clothes to wear.

The mental trauma was far more serious than he had imagined. As the core of the human body, the brain dominated everything in the body.Therefore, his mind was traumatized, and his control over his body was also affected.

It was obvious that his physical injuries had already healed, but he couldn't exert any strength.As if this body was not his.Due to the mental trauma, the control over the body has dropped to an extreme, at most he can barely move his fingers, and if he wants to do more, he can't do it.

"Goo~"

At this time, a belly groan sounded.

Hemingway felt a pang of hunger!

And at this time, Purple Pearl just finished scrubbing his whole body, then picked up the washbasin and walked out of the cabin, her beautiful face looked unusually calm.It's just that the seemingly calm footsteps are a little more flustered than before.Obviously, this girl is not as calm and composed as she appears on the surface.

"very hungry……"

Feeling the hunger in his stomach, Hemingway suddenly thought of a key question.That is, how did he eat during the days when he was in a coma?

According to Hemingway's estimate, he was in a coma for at least ten days.

And if he didn't eat or drink for more than ten days in a row, his current state would never be so good.Even if he had soul power in him, he would probably be starving, pale and emaciated, dying.

How could it be that you just feel hungry?

unless……

Just as Hemingway thought of this, the door of the cabin was opened again.I saw Zizhuzhu walking slowly with a bowl of steaming millet porridge in her hand.Even if it was far away, he could still smell the aroma in that bowl...

Well, case solved.

Hemingway knew his state, why he was so good now.

"Can you move now?" Purple Pearl walked to him and squatted down gently, asking softly.

Hemingway didn't speak. In fact, although he can't control his body and limbs now, he can still turn his head and talk. He just doesn't know how to face this woman.I don't know how to treat her.Is it as indifferent as before?Still smiling?

And seeing that he didn't speak, the beautiful sea blue eyes were complicated and difficult to understand, Purple Pearl seemed to understand something, and nodded slightly.Then put down the bowl in his hand for the time being, stretched out his hands to gently lift his still naked body, and leaned his upper body against the cabin wall.

Then he picked up the bowl on the side, scooped up a spoonful of millet porridge, gently brought it to his red lips and blew... Then he handed it to Hemingway's mouth.

"..."

Seeing the spoonful of millet porridge so close at hand, Hemingway hesitated for a moment, then finally slowly opened his mouth and ate it in one bite.

Hemingway, who had eaten fish every day for several years on a deserted island and hadn’t eaten normal food for a long time, when he ate this normal millet porridge... only felt that this porridge was unexpectedly sweet.It even made him feel like crying.

"However, where did the millet porridge come from on this boat?" Immediately afterwards, Hemingway was a little puzzled. He remembered that the boat was empty. There were no ingredients prepared at all, and even if there were ingredients.So what utensil did she cook with?

But when Hemingway saw the spoon that the girl handed over again, his eyes shifted to the exquisite bracelet on his wrist.Immediately, it suddenly dawned on him, because this bracelet is obviously a soul tool for storage.It is estimated that these things are all her own.It's just that it wasn't taken out before.

One mouthful after another.

As the luscious millet porridge entered his stomach, Hemingway's tumultuous stomach gradually calmed down.

After finishing a bowl of millet porridge, he felt that his mental state was even better.It's just a pity that he still can't control his body now.

So for the next few days.

Hemingway remained motionless in bed like a paralyzed patient.

Zizhuzhu was still like a hard-working little daughter-in-law, scrubbing his body every day, and then cooking food for him, even when he wanted to go to the toilet to solve his physical problems... she was the one who helped him pass.It's like a virtuous little daughter-in-law who takes care of her paralyzed husband.

At first, when Purple Pearl wanted to help him go to the toilet to solve his physical problems, Hemingway refused.Because it's such a shame.He is a big man, and he even asks a woman to help him go to the toilet.What is this like?

It's just that even if he resists again, the reality will not change in the slightest because of his resistance.Feeling that his patience had reached its limit, between peeing his pants and being helped over...finally he gave in.

He closed his eyes, like a puppet, let her help his body to go to the toilet, and then took off his pants with ease...

Hello!Why are you so proficient!

Hemingway suddenly realized this!

Not good!

Seeing how proficient this woman looks, she must have been in a coma for more than ten days, by herself...

Sometimes the more you think about something, the more you can't bear to look straight at it!

Hemingway suddenly realized a very crucial issue.

That is, how did I eat and drink in the past ten days?

Just holding a spoon, can you just open your mouth and forcefully pour it in?

And the food is not easy to digest without chewing...

After eating something, it must be excreted.He is still a mortal body now, so this vulgarity is naturally unavoidable.So since he has eaten in the past ten days, he must have a normal metabolism... So what has this woman done to her body these days! ! ! !

Hemingway suddenly had the urge to cover his face, it's over.It's all over, he's no longer pure.

I won’t be able to get married in the future…