Sir, don't be too bad

"You, you go out." Xia Yiwan blushed and scolded.

She hasn't gotten up yet, why did he come in?

"I've already slept in, why are you being pretentious?" Si Mo pulled her up from the toilet with a serious face.

"You..." Xia Yiwan looked at him speechlessly, but quickly lifted the gun up.

How can a person say such dirty words with a deadpan face?

Si Mo glanced at her reddish face and speechless and reproachful eyes, and the anger accumulated in his heart suddenly dissipated.

In fact, he had no reason to be angry at all. Before she belonged to him, he knew that she liked someone else.

Now she is still her, but the person she likes happens to be the person he hates the most.

When he came out of the bathroom with Xia Yiwan in his arms, all the anger on Si Mo's body dissipated. Xia Yiwan noticed the change in his mood, but he didn't know why.

A storm passed like this.

The next day, Simo went to work, and Xia Yiwan couldn't go to class because of her ankle injury, so she asked Qiao Na to send over the script of "Allure", and read it carefully with her iPad in her arms.

When Si Mo came back from get off work, he saw Xia Yiwan lying on the sofa, with her long legs folded together, her swollen foot like a steamed bun was placed on it, and her white and tender foot was underneath.

"Mister is back?" Sister Gui came out of the restaurant and saw Simo quietly looking at the people on the sofa.

Xia Yiwan immediately put the iPad aside when she heard the words, and wanted to get up from the sofa, but her non-swollen foot bumped into the corner of the coffee table, and she immediately gasped in pain.

"You don't want to give up until you cripple yourself?" Si Mo frowned, stepped forward to hold her feet, and stretched out his hands to rub them.

"I'll do it myself." Xia Yiwan said as she wanted to pull her foot back.

Different from going to bed, in her heart, these small things full of warmth can only be done between men and women who love each other.

Si Mo glanced at her lightly, but the movements of his hands didn't stop.

Sister Gui saw it and went to the restaurant to prepare dinner with a smile on her face.

Xia Yiwan blushed slightly, and sat stiffly on the sofa, watching Simo rub her feet.

After dinner, Xia Yiwan watched TV for a while, and Simo carried her back to the bedroom.

"Can you ask Sister Gui to come up and help me?" Xia Yiwan said while sitting on the bed.

Si Mo raised his eyes: "What are you doing?"

Xia Yiwan glanced at her ankle with some distress: "Well, I want to take a bath."

Si Mo paused for a moment, then picked up Xia Yiwan again and walked to the bathroom.

"You, what are you doing?" Xia Yiwan asked hastily.

Si Mo glanced at her lightly, stretched out his hand and pushed open the bathroom door: "Didn't you say you want to take a bath? I'll help you."

Xia Yiwan was taken aback for a moment, Simo had already entered the bathroom.

"No, no need! I can wash it myself." Xia Yiwan's heartbeat was so frightened.

Ask Simo to bathe her?

She would rather be dirty.

"It's okay, I have to wash it anyway, so it's better to have one piece." Simo said solemnly.

Xia Yiwan's face turned red, she was holding on to her clothes tightly, and she couldn't let go, even stammering: "You, you put me down, I, I wash it myself."

"Okay." Simo said, put her in the bathtub, turned around and turned on the bathtub faucet.

Xia Yiwan let out a long breath, but it's a pity that before he took another breath, his clothes were soaked in a large area.

Xia Yiwan was already wearing thin clothes at home, but now that she was poured with water, the clothes stuck to her body, revealing her curves, even more alluring than not wearing them.