Chapter 7: Turning Point of Volume 1 No.48 Going to bed and sleeping
I snuggled in Baimao's arms, and this time I didn't resist or struggle. That was because I had just finished doing a difficult move like hanging on a cliff with one arm. Even though I had a background in Taekwondo, I was now severely exhausted and my muscles were trembling all over. I was drenched by the heavy rain, and Baimao's arms were now as attractive to me as a mobile heater.
The three of us were soaked to the skin. Luo Cheng was wearing a white robe, and he looked even more miserable after rolling around in the muddy water. His soft black hair was now wet and stuck to his face. His wet facial features were much softer, and with the hurt expression in his eyes, he looked... a little pitiful... a little sad...
I looked up at Baimao. He was dressed in black and looked wild to begin with. After being washed in mud and water, he looked even wilder and more unruly! As for me... I was covered in mud and blood. I guess I couldn't stand it anymore...
"Minmin..." Luo Cheng said softly in the rain, his inky eyes staring straight at my face through the rain, "In your eyes, am I only approaching you because I want to take advantage of you?"
"...Isn't it? " I answered tiredly, my eyelids felt so heavy...
Luo Cheng did not refute me, he just stood there blankly, lowered his head, clenched his fists tightly, and let the heavy rain pour down from his head...
Baimao picked me up and walked back to the inn. The room we stayed in had been almost completely torn down. The floor was covered in blood, rain and dirt. The woman Wuti was gone, too. I was too lazy to ask whether she was killed or escaped. At this moment, fatigue swept through my body like a tide. I just wanted to take a hot bath and fall asleep with a soft cup in my arms.
As if he could telepathically sense me, Baimao kicked open the door of another upper room, told the waiter to prepare a large bucket of bath water, and then carefully began to help me take off my clothes. The fibers on the clothes were fused with the wounds and blood scabs, and it hurt so much when I pulled them apart with a little force. The two of them worked for a long time but still couldn't take them off. Baimao finally lost his patience, which was already limited. Based on the principle that a short pain is worse than a long one, he quickly took off my clothes! I couldn't bear it anymore, so I pulled the gauze curtain to cover myself and kicked him hard!
"You pervert! Get out! I'll wash myself!"
The white-haired man waved his hands in the air and grabbed my ankles, impatiently saying, "Stop it! What can I do to you when you are in such a bad state? How are you going to wash yourself when you are covered in wounds?! Who will apply medicine for you?!"
"I can do it myself! Don't bother me!"
"Can you reach it?!"
"I can reach it. I practice yoga!"
"I don't care what you're practicing, how are you going to move with your hands like that?!"
"I can use my mouth!"
"fart!"
With both hands, Baimao picked me up along with the gauze curtain and threw me into the bathtub!
"Ah~~~~~~~" The hot water stimulated the wounds of all sizes, and I shuddered in pain! My strength was instantly drained, my eyes were blurry and my legs were weak, and I lay on the edge of the bucket, unable to move... The white-haired guy was so rough! Woo woo...
The white-haired girl splashed a little water on my shoulders and neck. Seeing that I could only shrink my body due to being ticklish, she smiled very proudly and said, "Are you obedient now?" Then she happily touched me with an expression of taking advantage of someone's misfortune! (I am taking the trouble to help you, a third-level disabled person, take a bath, okay?) Damn it! I will definitely get back at you in the future! If I don't touch you all over, I won't be named Zhao! ! I stretched out my fangs in anger and gnawed the edge of the bathtub... The white-haired girl seemed to feel my eerie breath and sneezed a little, like a kitten, which was quite cute~
To be honest, Baimao is actually quite well-behaved. He touches what should be touched and doesn't touch what shouldn't be touched (where should be touched?). He is also very gentle, careful and skilled. I guess he is used to the wounds. I can't help but wonder what kind of life he led in the past?
After taking a bath, he was eager to help me apply medicine, but I won't indulge him! There is still water in the tub, so if he comes now, won't you see him naked? (You have been touched naked, what are you still insisting on?)
"I can do it myself!" He held on to the big bath towel tightly and refused to let go.
"No!" in an unquestionable tone.
"Then call a woman from the inn! Waiter-- !!"
The waiter arrived at the speed of light and was about to come in.
"Get out!" Baimao turned around and killed with his eyes! Xiaoer's feet stopped in the air and he was about to turn around...
I quickly emerged from the shadow of the white-haired man! "Don't go away! Come back--!! Please help me get a woman!!"
"I... I..." The waiter trembled under the threatening gaze of Baimao, "Sir, I'm really, really sorry... There are no women in our inn..." After saying that, he fled without waiting for me to express my objection!
"How is it possible... there are no women..." My hands were still frozen in the air as I asked for help...
Baimao took out the ointment and the cloth strips with a look of pride...
When we finally finished, the sky was already light. I was so sleepy that I didn't know which way was which and crawled onto the bed. When Baimao came back after washing up, I was already unconscious. He picked me up mercilessly and pressed me against the dining table.
"Have a meal."
"call……"
"I'll feed you. Wake up! Don't sleep!"
"I don't want to eat anymore... I'm so tired... huh..."
"Stop talking nonsense! Just do it! Otherwise I'll feed you with my mouth!"
Instantly refreshed!
In order to finish this meal, which I don't know whether to call it a midnight snack or breakfast, I ate whatever Baimao picked up. Baimao seemed to be in a very good mood when he saw me obediently opening my mouth and eating all the food on his chopsticks. He was addicted to the fun of this old housewife's work and couldn't extricate himself... He was mumbling something in his mouth, "No wonder women like to raise a child, it's quite interesting..."
“……”He buried his head in eating.
When I finally climbed onto the bed as I wished after going through so much hardship, the white-haired guy actually followed me into the bed as if it was a matter of course!
"What are you doing?"
"sleep."
"This is my bed!" I raised my voice.
"It's mine." Baimao said calmly.
"Ah?! What about mine?"
"It collapsed." He pointed to the ruins opposite.
"No matter what, I'm a patient and I'm determined to sleep in bed!" Holding the pillow, he would rather die than defend this position!
"Okay, since I'm broad-minded, I'll reluctantly agree to share a bed with you." He said as he squeezed closer, "If you don't want to, you can sleep on the stool. The guest rooms are full."
"you!"
He pulled the pillow away from my hand, and Baimao lay down with his limbs spread out, taking up most of the bed. I was trapped in the bed against the wall, with only a small space left, and I couldn't move.
Looking at that guy's peaceful sleeping face, I was furious! If I want to sleep on the stool, then sleep on the stool! I'm going all out! I used my hands and feet to try to climb over the obstacle that was blocking the way outside, Baimao. Halfway through, I bumped into the wound on my knee. The pain made me cramp down and I fell on Baimao! Baimao took advantage of the situation and put his arms around me. He turned over and hugged me tightly, and pressed his legs on me! The hug and pressure made my face cramp! Baimao relaxed his strength when he heard me cry out in pain. I got the chance to struggle out, but I didn't dare to climb over him and get out of bed. I had no choice but to curl up pitifully against the wall with my back to him, always alert to the movement behind me.
After a quarter of an hour, Baimao came over and put his arm around my waist.
Another quarter of an hour later, Baimao leaned towards me and his warm chest pressed against my back.
After another quarter of an hour, Baimao had magically and perfectly adjusted his posture to the point where he was hugging me gently and even covering me with the quilt.
My head rested on his chest, his breath gently ruffled my hair, my scarred but finely bandaged fingers were held in his hands, the warmth was very comfortable, his steady and strong heartbeat seemed to be born to persuade me to let down my guard, and in a short while I was addicted to this dry, warm and comfortable embrace and fell asleep. Baimao did nothing, but cleverly avoided my wounds and gently hugged me to sleep. He exuded waves of refreshing sweat unique to men, as simple and pure as the bright sunshine on the grassland, innocent and moving... For a moment, I vaguely remembered a sentence I had read in a book before:
When a man goes to bed with a woman, it may be for sex, but if he is willing to sleep with her, it is definitely because of love.
