Entering the wrong room, I became pregnant with the twins of the richest man

Si Moli quickly rummaged through and found a large pack of band-aids, with all kinds of patterns and gaudy designs, which almost made Liang Nianhe dazzled.

"Just put a pink one on it." He said, "How about it?"

Liang Nianhe: "..."

let him!

A grown man actually likes pink!

Moreover, after replacing the pink band-aid, Si Moli was obviously in a good mood and smiled more.

Because...you can tell at a glance that this wound was treated by a woman.

When the time comes, if others ask, he will be able to answer with confidence——

It was my wife who posted it. Alas, there is nothing I can do about it, just let her do it.

Seeing Si Moli admiring the band-aid and showing such a smile, Liang Nianhe shuddered.

Why do I feel a little chilly?

Has he changed, changed... his attitude?

"Since when have there been so many messy band-aids at home?" Liang Nianhe asked, "Who bought them?"

"Oh, the butler bought it."

She was a little skeptical: "Really?"

If Si Moli likes it so much, are you sure he didn't ask the housekeeper to buy it?

"I've been staying with you all the time. Where can I buy band-aids?" Si Moli said, "It's good. Today's small medicines are so exquisite."

He lazily leaned back on the sofa.

Liang Nianhe went to pack the medicine box.

"I'm still injured," Si Moli said, "You can take care of it with me."

Before Liang Nianhe could say anything, he quickly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his strong chest muscles, biceps, and...

The bruises on the arms and back.

"It hurts," he sighed. "There are some places that I can't rub. Nianhe, please help me."

A man said in a low and pleading tone, "Help me." His voice was particularly magnetic and pleasant.

Who can refuse this!

What's more, Song Zhixu caused Si Moli's injury.

Liang Nianhe had no choice but to sit down again: "I'll give you medicinal wine to rub it to activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis."

"it is good."

He was lying on his stomach, calm and not moving.

But Liang Nianhe blushed as he rubbed it.

Why did she have the feeling that she was taking advantage of Si Moli? !

Why does he have such a good figure?

These muscles and lines are enough to be used as a model.

Liang Nianhe shook off the messy thoughts in his mind and concentrated on treating his injuries.

but……

Si Moli would not let her go like this.

"Is it hot?" he asked.

"Ah? No, it's not hot." Liang Nianhe replied, "The temperature is just right."

"Really? Then why are you blushing?"

Liang Nianhe stuttered immediately: "Is... is it? No, I, I don't... don't feel... hot... hot."

Si Moli stared at her for a long time.

Liang Nianhe felt a little guilty.

"Your ears are red," Si Moli said. "It's not hot, so why are they so red?"

As he spoke, he reached out and felt the temperature of her cheek.

Then, he lowered his voice and said, "You can't be... shy and blushing, right?"

Liang Nianhe felt his face burning even more.

But she still wanted to deny it: "No, I...I'm still a little hot."

"Really? I'll fan you."

He fanned her cheek with his hand, causing a small gust of wind.

Liang Nianhe patted his back: "Lie down! Do you still want your injury to heal soon?"

Si Moli said "hmm" and said, "I think so."

This time, he was lying on his back.