Yan Yan hugged her and tried to ignore the visual impact and tactile stimulation she brought him. He said faintly, "You can’t drown."
Yuan Gungun hugged his neck and tears were gaining momentum.
"If you dare to cry, I will drown you!" Yan Yan pulled her hand to push her into the water.
"No …" Yuan Gungun shook his head again around his neck.
Yan Yan is in a very bad mood to hold her. When did he actually get so sick that he had to take such a medicated bath? If he didn’t know that she was afraid of water, he would have to sacrifice like this. She’s incredibly ungrateful. If he had the wisdom, he should have drowned her, but it happened that he had no wisdom to throw her back to Yuan Jia, and now it’s too late …
"I want to go out." Yuan Gungun kept spinning with tears in her eyes, but she dared not let them fall.
"Three minutes later"
"No …"
Yan Yan Che closed his eyes leisurely as if he didn’t hear it.
Yuan Gungun looked at him, and the only thing he could do was to hug his neck tightly, but the feeling of two people touching each other naked made her very twisted.
Three minutes later, Yan Yanche kept her promise and took her out of the bathtub. She picked up a bath towel, wrapped her up and pushed her out of the bathroom.
Yuan Gungun stayed for a while and then dried his clothes.
After washing away the unpleasant smell of medicine, Yan Yanche walked out of the bathroom and lifted the quilt to see some kind of rice ball dressed like Eskimo curled up beside the bed.
He pulled the corners of his mouth coldly and lay down on the bed. He reached out and pulled the Eskimo rice ball wrapped in a cotton-padded coat and a hooded down jacket and’ rolled’ to his side.
Yuan Gungun buried his face in the scarf and showed a pair of big red eyes and looked at him carefully.
"So cold?" Asked the inflammation completely pale
"Well …" Weak weak answer.
"Cold enough to sweat?" Yan Yan che continued to ask
Yuan Gungun came up with a good explanation after half a ring of leng leng. "It’s a cold sweat …"
Yan Yanche sneered and pulled her scarf. "Then I will sacrifice my body to warm you."
"No …" Yuan Gungun raised himself and put on Hello Kitty gloves and claws to surround the scarf again.
"Take off" Yan Yan Che looked at her and succinctly ordered.
Yuan Gungun shook his head and turned back.
"Do you want me to start work? Did you like the way you undressed yesterday? " There are no ups and downs coming out of Yan Yan’s mouth.
Yuan rolled stiff and stretched out his hand and took off his scarf and hat, then took off his down coat and cotton-padded coat layer by layer until he revealed his pearl white silk pajamas.
"Pants" are full of inflammation.
Yuan gungun froze and cried in situ.
It’s rude to pull her down pants when she’s upset
"Don’t …" Yuan Gungun suddenly reached out and beat him and burst into tears.
Yan Yanche grabbed her hand, tore it off, and threw the ridiculous gloves out. "There is a limit to human patience. You’d better understand this truth."
Yuan Gungun looked at him crying and howling. "You’re not human …"
"Don’t mess with me!" Yan Yanche said, tearing off her down trousers, then jeans, then cotton trousers and finally sweatpants, which revealed the silk pajamas of the same color as pajamas.
"Blare … daddy …" Yuan Gungun cried and called.
"Call heaven!" Yan Yan che threw a pile of clothes off the bed with a cold hum.
"Blare …"