"I'll wash myself," his answer was quite skillful, "If you are worried, you can help me next to you."

Qin Anan felt that he had dug a hole for himself.

Of course she was worried when he took a bath by himself.

But what is the difference between having her watch him take a bath next to her and having her bath him?

After entering the bedroom, she brought the door with her.

"Give me the crutches." His voice came in a low voice.

She was about to ask where the crutch was, but she saw it the next second.

She brought the crutches to him.

I saw him standing up from his wheelchair with a crutch.

Qin An An was frightened: "Is this OK?"

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"It's okay. I've been washing myself these days." His tone was a little smile, "Did you scare?"

She blushed embarrassedly: "You deliberately teased me just now?"

"Well. It depends on your reaction." He walked towards the bathroom step by step with his cane.

She was worried and followed him.

"Do you want to see me take a shower?" He stopped and asked her when he walked to the bathroom.

She shook her head and nodded in panic: "I'm not very relieved...How do you take off your pants? Will you touch the wound?"

“I only wore a pair of pants outside,” he explained. “The pants are looser and easy to take off.”

She responded.

As if to reassure her, he unbuttoned the belt buckle and wanted to take it off for her to show it.

Her cheeks were hot and she couldn't help but retreat: "I, I'd better go out! If you need help, just call me."

She quickly escaped from the bathroom and closed the bathroom door.

She exhaled heavily, trying to walk away, but was worried that he would need help later.

At this time, Mrs. Zhang knocked in with her clothes and knocked in.

"Madam, have you gone to take a shower?"

Qin Anan nodded and took the clothes over: "He usually takes a bath by himself?"

"Yes! He doesn't want anyone to help."

Qin Anan murmured: "It's so strong."

"Sir is very strong. This kind of personality is actually quite a disadvantage. No matter what happens, he will carry it himself and will not tell others." Mrs. Zhang said.

Qin Anan deeply agreed: "I hate him sometimes."

"Don't hate him." The smile on Mrs. Zhang's face stopped. "Madam, although I don't know what Mr. has experienced before, based on my understanding of him, he is a very kind person."

Kind?

It feels that this word is extremely disproportionate when it is added to him.

But it is wrong to say that he is a bad person.

"People who are depressed are all kind-hearted..."

"He has depression?" Qin An'an raised his eyebrows slightly.

Mrs. Zhang nodded: "I have been taking medicine for a week."

Qin An'an felt heavy in his heart.

I feel like I have never really known him.

He is ruthless, he is fragile, he is ruthless, and he is persistent.

After taking a shower, Fu Shiting came out of the bathroom with a cane.

He was wrapped in a white bathrobe.

Qin Anan walked over to help him, looked at his wet hair, and asked, "How did you wash your hair?"

“Sit down and wash.”

"Oh, I'll get a hairdryer to dry for you." She walked towards the bathroom and came out with the hairdryer.

When she blew his hair, he sat quietly, motionless.

I really want time to stop at this second.

Suddenly, his arm held her wrist.

"It's blown dry," he reminded.

"Oh." She came to her senses and turned off the hair dryer. Suddenly she glanced at his legs in the corner of her eyes, and blood overflowed from the gauze. "The gauze needs to be replaced. I'll get the medicine box."

She put the hair dryer in the bathroom, hurried downstairs, and asked Mrs. Zhang to get the medical box.


Chapter completed!