He Is Warmer Than Time

I said you are the April sky in the world;

The laughter illuminates the April wind;

Qingling dances and changes in the brilliance of spring.

You are the clouds in the morning of April,

The soft wind blowing at dusk,

Xingzi flashed unintentionally...

On April night, it was neither cold nor hot. Gu Jingxing leaned against the head of the bed, staring at the person in front of him, the evening breeze was slow, and he felt very content on the first night of the rest of his life.

Song Ran scratched left and right, looking at him bitterly: "I haven't taken a bath for several days. I have to take a shower in the hospital bathhouse."

Gu Jingxing was caught off guard and blushed: "Oh, then you go quickly, borrow a hospital gown from the nurse and change your clothes."

Song Ran groaned: "You don't need to teach it."

After speaking, he hurried out of the ward.

Not long after, she wore a hospital gown, a windbreaker on the hood, and came back with wet hair on her head, and then she sat on a small stool to wipe her hair.

Her hair is quite long, waist-length, soft and shiny, and it hangs down like this, and the drops of water fall on her face, successfully making Gu Futuan unable to look away.

If it weren't for the injuries on her body, Vice-Tuan Gu would have volunteered to go up and wipe her hair.

Song Ran wiped her hair and said, "Although the conditions in the bathhouse are a bit worse, after the bath, I feel refreshed and comfortable."

Gu Jingxing felt that his body was itchy, and he hadn't taken a bath for several days, and his whole body was uncomfortable. How comfortable it would be to take a hot bath now.

However, this is nothing more than a delusion. How can he take a bath because of his injuries?

The night breeze slowly, and the light was dim, until Song Ran wiped her hair almost dry with a towel. When she raised her head, she saw Gu Jingxing's straight eyes.

She tossed the towel: "What are you looking at?"

Gu Jingxing raised his hand, touched the back of his head, and said dumbly: "Xiao Ran..."

Song Ran got up, hung the towel on the back of the chair, and looked back at him: "Huh? What's wrong?"

Gu Jingxing licked his dry lips, and then stopped talking, Song Ran hurriedly walked over, holding his face and said: "Where is it uncomfortable? I'll call a doctor?"

Gu Jingxing grabbed her: "There is no discomfort, and her legs and chest are not so painful."

"What's wrong with that?"

Gu Jingxing chuckled: "Xiao Ran...could you...get some hot water and help me...cough...help me wipe my body?"

With a bang, Song Ran blushed thoroughly, and squatted: "Dang...Of course."

This is not an excessive request.

After that, she hurried away. As soon as she ran out of the ward, Song Ran hurriedly covered her face with her hands. Well, this face was so hot, where did she think of it? Isn't it a pure matter to wipe the patient's body?

Song Ran, Song Ran, please keep me calm and don't want to be wrong.

Not long after, Song Ran walked back with a basin of hot water and a towel on his shoulders. Gu Jing moved, his eyes a little turbulent.

Of course, Song Ran didn't notice it at all, because she didn't dare to look at him directly.

She lowered her head and walked to the bed, put the basin on the ground, then dipped it into the towel, squeezed it dry, and turned back...

Well……

Where does this start first?

Song Ran put down the towel in his hand, stared at the person in front of him, and muttered, "It seems that you have to take off your clothes first."

"Take it off." He agreed readily.

Song Ran's hand went to unbutton the buttons of his hospital gown, one after another, unfastening very slowly, and the air in the ward was gradually coated with a layer of pink, and ambiguities were everywhere.