"call!"
He let out a breath of turbid air, took a deep breath, and opened the glass door.
There's a lot of water vapor inside. It's because of how hot the water was. I'm afraid I might have cooked myself.
Looking for the woman's direction, she walked forward step by step.
"Don't worry, I'll keep my eyes closed."
Only then did Zhang Xueqing look at the man who spoke.
His eyes were closed naturally, his steps were steady, he stopped half a step away from the bathtub, and he raised his arms forward.
The distance calculation was quite accurate, but she couldn't get up in his position.
"I can't use my left leg and can't stand up. Please give me a hand first."
Hearing this, the man squatted down and raised one arm in front of him.
Zhang Xueqing grabbed the handle specially installed on the wall with one hand and climbed up the man's arm with the other.
The wet and soft touch, like a small snake, wrapped around his arm.
I recited the oath of enlistment silently in my mind.
Everything was ready, exerting force in both directions at the same time, with one foot as the point of strength. However, the bathtub was smooth, and the accident still happened.
His feet were not steady and his whole body fell backwards.
Meng Fansen noticed the loss of strength and subconsciously opened his eyes. His other hand was directly fixed on Zhang Xueqing's back, holding her firmly in front of him.
After steadying his mind, what caught his eyes was the whiteness of snow, and he instantly forgot his reaction.
"Wheat, turn off the lights."
"OK."
The whole room merged with the darkness in the blink of an eye.
Neither of them moved, remaining in this awkward posture.
With the sudden arrival of darkness, the eyes are disoriented, but other organs become more sensitive.
As an excellent scout, darkness is his best cover.
The temperature in the palm of my hand continues to rise, gradually expanding and spreading throughout my body.
The bathroom was already stuffy, and a large amount of sweat rolled down instantly.
"are you OK."
Meng Fansen's hoarse voice was three-thirds nervous, two-thirds vigilant, and five-thirds hot.
"Um."
Under the moonlight, Zhang Xueqing managed to steady herself, picked up the bath towel on the side and wrapped herself up.
Before she could say anything, the man picked up the princess with precision.
He lifted up his two long legs and left the bathroom.
As soon as he reached the living room, he noticed that the hand on his arm suddenly tightened, and he turned around and went to the woman's bedroom.
This was the second time he came in, but still in the dark room, he accurately found the position of the bed and carefully placed the person on it.
After a few minutes of buffering, Zhang Xueqing landed on her butt, and her heart gradually returned.
"Mai Zi, turn on the bedroom light."
"OK."
The warm yellow light slowly turned on, and the two people looked at each other.
Meng Fansen was the first to react, straightened up, put his hands behind his back, and kept rubbing them.
"Your smart home is good, very good."
"Ah, well, save the trouble."
I saw that half of the woman's face was swollen, and after washing it, the fingerprints were clearly visible.
The charm in her mind disappeared in an instant, replaced only by deep hatred.
Without saying a word, he turned around and left the room.
Zhang Xueqing saw someone who was a little shy just now and walked away angrily for no reason, and she was muttering in her heart.
This is because she thinks it's troublesome. After all, a man and a woman are so embarrassed. She would be unhappy if it were him.
It seems that it would be better to draw a clear line with this man in the future.
It's hard enough as a father of two children, but there's no reason why he has to take care of a half-armed cripple like her.
Just as I made up my mind, the man came back again.
In his hand...he held a piece of frozen meat.
"I couldn't find any ice cubes. Put this on your cheek and apply it to reduce the swelling."
Zhang Xueqing raised her arm and took it, and the cold air instantly made her shiver.
Not to mention putting it on your face, it's hard to hold it in your hand.
He quickly threw it back into the man's hand, "No, it's too cold."
Meng Fansen held it in his hand and shook it. Thinking of the moisture from the woman's shower just now, he couldn't bear it.
Turned around and left again.
Staring at the man's leaving figure, Zhang Xueqing felt a little disgusted with herself.
Why are you so pretentious? Look, people are angry with you again.
"Why!"
He sighed silently and looked at his injured leg.
The knee is now more red and swollen. The experience in the previous life shows that it should be caused by the dislocation of the knee.
With a slight press of his finger, a small pit appeared, which did not recover for a long time.
It seems that I am going to suffer for a while again.
"Don't move."
Zhang Xueqing raised her eyes and met the man's reproachful gaze.
I thought he was gone.
His face suddenly felt cold, and his swollen cheeks instantly became less uncomfortable.
"Hold yourself."
Zhang Xueqing obediently raised her arm and helped her up as if accepting her fate.
The cold feeling I imagined did not come, and it felt soft to the touch.
After grabbing it firmly, I took a look at it and saw that one side was wrapped in a thick towel.
A piece of meat the size of an adult's fist, wrapped in a plastic bag and wrapped in a thick towel on one side, it looked weird.
"Don't move it, put it back. If you don't do it well tonight, you won't be able to open your mouth tomorrow."
Thinking of that scene, Zhang Xueqing obediently blew the lump onto her cheek again.
He still has a lot of things to do tomorrow, and it's not good if he can't talk.
"I'm going to show you my legs now, don't move around."
Zhang Xueqing nodded obediently.
The moment my calf was lifted, the pain was so intense that I couldn't even feel the ice on my face.
"Hey! No, it hurts."
Meng Fansen gently put his legs on the bed and touched his knees.
He didn't dare to use too much force, but he still saw the pained expression on the woman's face.
"With a dislocated knee joint, do you want long-term pain or short-term pain?"
Zhang Xueqing looked at the calm man in front of her and immediately understood the meaning of his words.
I was still thinking about going to the orthopedic hospital tomorrow, but this time it would be easier.
"Short pain."
"But can you please let me slow down first and be mentally prepared."
She didn't even question whether the man in front of her was capable, so she just handed over her leg to him in a daze.
If this one is broken, she will really have to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of her life.
But somehow I just believe that he can do it.
"Can I sit down?"
"ah?"
"It's not easy to exert force while standing."
"Oh oh oh, sit down, it's okay, sit down wherever you want."
Although she is a bit mysophobic, when faced with her savior, her little quirk can be ignored.
Meng Fansen knelt directly at her feet, facing her, adjusted his posture, and put his hands on her red and swollen knees.
A rough numbness ran down his knees and throughout his body.
The man's hands kept rubbing on his knees, making them rustle and itch unbearably.
Just as she was about to open her mouth to stop him, she felt her thigh being grasped instantly, and then her calf was pulled hard.
"Crack." There was a crisp sound, followed by a deafening howl.
