Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

If you fight, you have to pay the price.

Even though Oliver was able to handle matters at the police station, and even though Murong Xue was able to call a family doctor as quickly as possible.

But Song Pingqing still has to bear the pain himself.

"Hiss...hiss..." Song Pingqing's face changed due to the pain.

Song Pingqing: In my two lifetimes, I never thought that I would suffer this kind of harm one day.

"Don't look at the wound." Murong Xue held Song Pingqing's face with her hands and asked her to face her. "Look at me."

"Huh?" As soon as Song Pingqing's eyes fell on Murong Xue, the family doctor had already sutured the wound with one needle. Song Pingqing's face was distorted with pain.

No anesthesia was used.

The reason was that the doctor said that only one stitch was needed: "It hurts a little bit when anesthetizing, and it hurts a little bit when a stitch is sewn."

Song Pingqing decisively chose not to take anesthesia.

As for medicine, it’s better not to use it if you can.

Seeing Song Pingqing in pain was also painful for Murong Xue.

No one who is labeled as a "domineering president" can accept that his loved one is in such pain.

Oh, except for those abusive stories that are so stupid that they don’t even have laws.

Murong Xue looked at Song Pingqing for a long time, which made Song Pingqing feel uneasy.

This look was more effective than anesthetics. Song Pingqing had no time to care about the pain in his body. "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You got hurt because you were protecting me." Murong Xue saw the twinkle in Song Pingqing's eyes and lowered her eyes, "I'm very sad."

If it is a bodyguard, Murong Xue can provide money and medical treatment and remuneration, after all, this is itself work injury compensation.

But when it came to Song Pingqing, Murong Xue was indeed a little at a loss.

"Don't be sad." Song Pingqing hurriedly comforted, "Isn't it my duty to protect you?"

"How can it be right?"

"Sisters protect sisters, friends protect friends." Song Pingqing stretched out his uninjured left hand and held Murong Xue's hand. "Isn't that how you protect me, too?"

"I won't let myself get hurt." Murong Xue was not satisfied with this answer, but she couldn't say anything. She could only mutter quietly, "I won't be as stupid as someone else."

"Okay, okay, I'm too stupid." Song Pingqing found it funny and said deliberately, "Hey, well, since you also admit that I was injured because of you, then you shouldn't help me get a glass of water or something? If you pour me a glass of water, then we'll be even."

In the end, Song Pingqing didn't dare to add "rub legs" after "pour a glass of water".

"Hmph, I can still satisfy you with this little request."

Murong Xue stood up and brought a glass of water to Song Pingqing: "Drink it!"

I just felt a little embarrassed, and my face was as red as if I had put on blush.

Soon, Song Pingqing, who had become arrogant, received his retribution.

My hand is injured and it’s not easy to take a shower.

Murong Xue leaned against the bathroom door and looked at her awkwardly, saying sarcastically, "Wow! Didn't you say that pouring a glass of water would make it even? Then what are you doing, my dear sister?"

Finally she got the chance.

I can admire Song Pingqing's almost perfect figure so openly, and there is even a chance to help her bathe.

After trying several times to squeeze out the shampoo, Song Pingqing finally gave in. He looked at Murong Xue standing at the bathroom door and compromised decisively:

"I'm wrong, please help me."

Murong Xue deliberately said: "I'll go get you a babysitter."

What is this called? Playing hard to get? No, no. Playing hard to get? It seems to be related.

But Murong Xue would rather call her reaction a cover-up of wrongdoing.

"No, no, no, I'm shy." Song Pingqing said repeatedly, "This is not a big bathhouse in the Northeast."

"Oh, so you are too embarrassed to ask the nanny to help you take a bath, but you are too embarrassed to ask me to help you?" Murong Xue's tone was light and floating, "Be confident, Song Pingqing."

There was some disdain in his tone, but he was secretly happy in his heart.

Murong Xue finally walked in slowly, washed her hands, took the shampoo from Song Pingqing's hands and squeezed out some.

"Close your eyes."

Murong Xue also captured this tone, which was laziness, nonchalance, and some hidden excitement.

Murong Xue has no interest in manicures, but her hands also need someone to take care of them.

The nails on all ten fingers were trimmed into short, non-cumbersome ovals, so that when rubbing the roots of hair with the fingertips, she would not accidentally scratch Song Pingqing's scalp.

This was the first time in the history of the world that Murong Xue took care of someone so carefully, and the person she was taking care of was her own sweetheart. For a moment, her breathing became a little lighter.

Song Pingqing didn't expect Murong Xue to be so patient.

People still can't define something too easily.

Song Pingqing thought to herself: I thought Murong Xue would just lather up some bubbles and scratch it a few times with her fingernails, but I never expected that Murong Xue would act like she was going to give her a scalp SPA.

After rubbing and washing again and again until there was no need to rub and wash anymore, Murong Xue finally withdrew her hands reluctantly, but her tone was still cold, as if she was reluctant:

"Just rinse it yourself, and I'll put conditioner on your hair later."

She loves it so much that she is willing to help apply conditioner after using shampoo.

Song Pingqing finally had the chance to turn his head to see Murong Xue's reaction: "Wow! Miss is willing to help me put conditioner on my hair?!"

This "wow" finally made her return it.

Murong Xue stood at the sink and rinsed the foam off her hands. She looked up at Song Pingqing in the mirror, who was standing under the shower in the cubicle and scrubbing her hair with one hand.

I thought to myself: What a great figure.

But he said, "That's right. I can't let you bleed and still be wronged."

Song Pingqing wiped his face with his hands and quickly washed off the foam with his left hand: "Oh, you are so good to me."

If I'm not nice to you, who else can I be nice to? Seeing that she couldn't open her eyes, Murong Xue leaned against the sink and continued to watch her wash openly: "Hurry up, I'm sleepy."

It is very difficult to be quick. After Murong Xue finished applying the conditioner, she prepared to use the hair dryer.

"This treatment is really amazing." Song Pingqing shuddered, "It's so good that it makes me feel a little creepy."

"Be quiet! Don't move!" Murong Xue's hands moved flexibly through Song Pingqing's hair. "This is only you. If it were anyone else, don't even think about it."

"Yes, yes, yes." Song Pingqing returned the words to her, "I am embarrassed to ask you for help. After all, not everyone dares to shake in the bathroom."

The corners of Murong Xue's mouth raised slightly.

After rubbing Song Pingqing's hair happily, when they slept together again, Murong Xue felt relaxed both physically and mentally.

But I always feel like I have forgotten something.

What's the matter?

Listening to Song Pingqing's even breathing, Murong Xue yawned.

Forget it, let’s think about it tomorrow. What’s important is to enjoy the tranquility of the moment.