The number one scholar is a piece of shit that everyone wants

Zao Ge'er calmed himself down and said to Xing Ge'er, "Xing Ge'er, I calculated carefully. After making the quilt cover with your three pieces of cloth, there will be about one piece left. I thought of making some outer clothes for your family so that you can wear them outside when working or something. What do you think?"

Brother Zao's words really woke Ye Fanxing up. The cotton and linen cloth he bought was actually only slightly coarser than fine cotton cloth, and most of the villagers wore economical and practical linen clothes. If his family wore too much linen, it would really be a bit eye-catching.

After thinking about it, he naturally agreed with Brother Zao's suggestion. The two discussed the style of the clothes and finally decided to make two sets of quilt covers first and cut the rest into clothes.

Song Haoming is now becoming more and more curious about Ye Fanxing. If it weren't for the fact that he was still wearing the bracelet that Ye Fanxing gave her when they got married, and the familiar teardrop-shaped mole behind her ear, he would have suspected that Ye Fanxing in front of him had been replaced by someone.

After seeing off Ye Yushan and his wife, Ye Fanxing first gave Nan'er a bath. After cleaning the little glutinous rice ball, she stuffed it into a brand new quilt.

She didn't forget to give him a kiss on his red face because he had just taken a bath: "My little Nan'er smells so good, you have to go to sleep well, and your little daddy will make you something delicious tomorrow morning."

Song Haoming looked at Ye Fanxing's series of actions that were completely different from his usual ones, but did not speak to stop him. As long as he really wanted to do something good to Xiaonan, he would approve of whatever he did.

When Ye Fanxing turned around and prepared to leave, she saw Song Haoming's greasy long hair and asked consciously: "How about I help you wash your hair tonight?"

Then I remembered that Song Haoming had injured his legs and had difficulty moving, and he must have not taken a bath for a long time.

According to the description in the book, this guy is a very clean person. He probably must be disgusted with himself after not taking a bath for such a long time.

Thinking of this, Ye Fanxing blurted out: "Forget it, I'll just help you bathe directly, so that I can solve two problems at once. It saves time and effort."

Song Haoming's handsome face was immediately flushed with an unnatural blush. Washing his hair was fine, but what about taking a bath?

How could he ask Ye Fanxing for help with bathing!

Nan'er liked his little daddy's affection for him very much, so he didn't sleep either. He just stayed in the bed and made eyes at his two fathers.

When he heard that the little daddy also wanted to bathe daddy, he poked his head out from the bed and replied to the little daddy in a soft and sweet voice on behalf of the silent daddy: "Daddy, be good and bathe until you smell good and become clean."

Song Haoming cleared his throat somewhat embarrassedly, then reached out and gently patted the little guy in the quilt, "Nan'er, be good, close your eyes and go to sleep."

Song Nan tilted his little head, looked at his two fathers a few times, and then obediently closed his eyes.

Ye Fanxing first boiled a large pot of hot water, then put a wooden stool into the bathtub. When he was about to bring the man in, he realized that he couldn't step into the half-meter-high bathtub, so he found some wood to build a gentle slope between the bathtub and the stove, and hung a hemp rope on the beam...

So when Ye Fanxing helped Song Haoming walk from the house into the kitchen, he was embarrassed by the scene before him...

Song Haoming was also stunned!

"Ye Fanxing, are you sure you want to bathe me instead of murdering your husband?"

"Um...haha, let me explain..."

Song Haoming felt a little annoyed when he saw Ye Fanxing's little mouth opening and closing in front of him.

After listening to him babble on and on for so long, it was a good thing that his intention was good, otherwise, with his life-threatening arrangement, I really don't know what kind of drama would unfold.

Fortunately, he just wanted to use these things to move him into the bathtub.

As for the principles he mentioned, he did not ask much, because he knew that Xing Ge'er would tell all the secrets sooner or later.

Song Haoming looked at Ye Fanxing, who was trying hard to explain because of his doubts, and an indescribable feeling arose in his heart.

He seemed to like Ye Fanxing like this...

What are you thinking about!

"Well, aren't you going to give me a bath? If you keep talking, the water might get cold."

"Oh, okay, I'll be right there!"

Although he had these things to leverage, it was not easy for Ye Fanxing, who was smaller in stature, to put Song Haoming into the bathtub.

Song Haoming leaned against the wall of the bathtub with his handsome eyes slightly closed. When he opened his eyes, he saw Ye Fanxing's white and delicate collarbone, and his graceful chin.

Of course, he couldn't ignore Xing Ge'er's slightly calloused hands, running through his long hair and massaging his head regularly.

Song Haoming felt very uncomfortable with such an intimate way of washing his hair, so he closed his eyes and tried his best not to see.

But without the visual stimulation, all his senses became sharp. When Ye Fanxing's fingertips stroked his scalp, it felt itchy, as if a slight electric current was passing through his heart, giving him goose bumps all over his body.

Song Haoming felt like he was being roasted on fire. Just washing his hair made him sweat profusely.

Seeing this, Ye Fanxing asked curiously, "Song Haoming, why are you so hot?"

He first carried the person into the bathtub with great effort, and then washed the person's hair and gave the person a massage. He was busy for a long time without sweating. Why is it that the person who sits motionless in the bathtub and just enjoys himself is sweating profusely?

When Song Haoming heard Ye Fanxing ask this, his ears suddenly turned red, but his expression was calm: "It's a little hot."

Ye Fanxing looked at Song Haoming's red ears, and he somewhat understood what was going on.

Although he didn't have a boyfriend and hadn't experienced these things before he traveled through the book, he had still watched some various movies.

In his eyes, Song Haoming was just a patient waiting for treatment, and as a doctor, it was normal for him to take care of a patient.

Ye Fanxing decided to tease him a bit, so she blinked her innocent eyes, looked at Song Haoming face to face, and asked softly: "Why are your ears red? Is the water in the bathtub too hot?"

After saying that, she playfully rubbed Song Haoming's ears. Just as he was about to put his hand into the bathtub, Song Haoming's voice rang out in a hoarse voice: "...It's not that the water is hot..."

"Would you like me to wipe it for you later?"

Ye Fanxing seemed to have discovered something interesting. Looking at Song Haoming's embarrassed yet serious expression, she couldn't help but tease him again.

"unnecessary!"

When Song Haoming washed his hair, his whole body felt hot. If he let Xing Ge'er wipe his body again, he might...

Ye Fanxing slowly washed the soap pods off Song Haoming's black hair with a ladle, and said jokingly, "We are all men. I have what you have, so why are you shy?"

Song Haoming remained silent, indicating that he didn't want to talk.

He really wanted to ask, Brother Xing, are you sure I have everything you have?