my hero
eps 56s

When I regained consciousness, Chris came to bring food.

I quickly held back.

She sat on the edge of the bed and gently touched the corner of my eye: crying?

With glimpses.

It might be too low, and I shed tears without noticing it.

I quickly rubbed my eyes.

He frowned and said: Was it because it was uncomfortable?

He'll check the blanket for me.

I quickly shook my head and shifted the topic: I... I hungry...

He calmly looked at me for a few seconds, and fed a bowl of soup into my mouth, saying: eat first.

I almost became obsessed with him.

His fingers were slender, his face handsome, and his movements gentle.

There's nothing I don't like.

But I can't let myself drown, I can only tell myself inside that she'll never see me, that she's so good to me now, because .. we just had a relationship...

This way, I can confidently endure my own soaring feelings, but it will definitely be frustrating.

In order not to let her see the gelagat, I lowered my head and drank the soup, and I ate another bowl of rice.

He looked very satisfied, wiped his lips and said: Hey.

In a small voice I said: You.. have eaten?

He wiped his fingers gently using a napkin and smiled at me: of course, for you to eat first.

I deliberately ignored the embarrassment in her words, saying: Actually, it's better to let Aunt Elena send it ...

Her vision swept over: I don't want people to see you now, nor does Aunt Elena.

The sentence sounded a bit strange, I looked down and found that most of my body was exposed...

I just realized after he came out, I was busy thinking about him, and forgot to wear clothes... I immediately pulled myself into the blanket.

He smiled lowly and leaned over to kiss my forehead: I've done too much today, your body can vanish, rest well.

Do too much ...

Did he say that he was physically fit to hide something?

I remember how many times I threw it over and over, and I just felt that my mind was imagining.

But.the cure really broke it...

Chris even carried me and asked gently: Do you want me to give you the ointment?

...salep?

I didn't respond to him.

Her warm palm had reached into the bed, fallen on my waist, and a tendency to do so.

I am a soul stimulant, immediately aware, inevitably in a hurry: no.. no...!

He gently licked his lips and pulled his hand back. He said: The medicine is next to the bed table, the medicine should be rubbed.

I used a blanket to cover my body, and I did not dare to shout at all.

Listening to his footsteps got further and further away, the door was closed, and I just dared to get out of the blanket.

I turned to the table beside the bed and put a little ointment on it.

It should be used to rub the wound...

Finally painting, I sighed, quickly put on my pajamas, wanting to go to the bathroom to wash my hands.

Just getting out of bed and wearing shoes, I immediately felt a backache.

Even though I was just eating something to replenish my energy, I could be repeatedly rushed by Chris all day, and I was completely unable to.

I don't know how his body is...

However, he went running every morning, exercised frequently, and it was no wonder his physical strength was incredible.

I held on to my waist and walked slowly to the bathroom.

After washing my hands, I looked at myself in the mirror and could not help it.

In the mirror, my face was flushed red, my mouth was still red and swollen, and the injured skin was full of red marks...

These signs remind me how powerful it is.

My head started to break again.

Finally, I stormed my face a few times with cold water, and I felt calmer.

Chris had just returned to the room when he came out of the bathroom.

He stood at the door, his eyes looking at me, for about two seconds, then stepped up, and slammed me down and said: You can get out of bed, it seems like I'm doing less.

I stared at his neck and could not hold his head with his head to protest his ridicule.

I'm strong enough to go to the bathroom now, and I stopped a few times in the middle...

It's not enough, it's too much!

She also saw my hatred, her mouth moved gently, and kissed my face.

I have no temperament at all.

In fact, my left face still had superficial scars, and I don't know how she got her mouth.

He stuffed me into bed, looked at the ointment on the bedside table, and chuckled: very clever.

I was embarrassed and embarrassed, and buried my face in his arms.

He took off his shoes and went to sleep, hugged me, slowly saying: I don't feel comfortable telling me.

His language was soft, without ridicule, without any lust, just a deep worry.

My whole heart was sour and soft, it seemed to be ironed, and soft.

He kissed my forehead and said: Go to sleep.

I looked at his sharp nose, and the heart began to jump again and again, how could I sleep.

Moreover, I had slept for a long time during the day, and now I did not sleep at all.

He squeezed my nose: Honey, if we can't sleep, let's do something else.

I widened my eyes.

If I hadn't understood this before, I could have understood what he meant today.

His hands are also on my waist.

I immediately scared him and muttered: I. I'm sleeping!

He used his chin on my hair, and he smiled heavily: this is strange.

Then he kissed my waist and kissed my wound, occasionally kissed my forehead and told me to sleep.

Maybe his arm was too comfortable, I fell asleep without even realizing it.

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