The green camphor tree has a deep view

The shower head had a large amount of water and the water temperature was high. Wrapped in the hot water, Wen Qing's body turned a light pink.

She sat softly in the chair with her eyes closed. The white foam on her hair had just been rinsed off. Song Jingshen squeezed out two more pumps of shower gel, kneaded out the foam, and rubbed it on her neck.

From the neck down, there is her delicate collarbone. After washing, go down along the chest...

Wen Qing opened her eyes, lowered her head to block his hand, and said, "I can do it myself."

The man paused, took back his foamy hands, and rinsed them under the shower: "Call me when you're done."

Wen Qing looked up at him and asked, "Can I take a bath?"

"Let's wait until that part is healed," the man glanced at her, "to avoid infection."

Wen Qing blushed, but luckily it was hot in the bathroom so it couldn't be seen, otherwise it would have been embarrassing again.

Song Jingshen rinsed his hands and went out. Wen Qing finally relaxed and slowly washed her body.

She lowered her head and saw her body covered in bruises. She couldn't help but close her eyes. From last night to today, she seemed to have been in hell and just returned to the world.

The hot water poured over her head, dispelling the coldness in her body. Every pore opened up and she sighed comfortably.

"Are you done washing?" A familiar voice came softly.

Wen Qing was startled. It turned out that he had been waiting outside the shower room and had not left.

She whispered back, "Soon," and hurriedly turned off the shower.

"Don't panic, I'm not in a hurry." He said leisurely, "There's water on the ground, be careful not to fall."

The sound of water stopped, and after a while, a soft voice came out: "I'm done, the bath towel... is still outside."

There was no towel in the shower room, so she went out to get some. After giving her a reminder, Wen Qing waited for a long time but didn't hear him leave.

The hot water stopped, the air became humid, and my body, which had just warmed up, felt cold again.

She couldn't wait any longer, so she huddled together and gently pushed open the shower door.

There was no one outside the door. She breathed a sigh of relief, turned around to get a bath towel, and found that the shelf was empty.

Did he take the towel away?

In a hurry, she remembered that she had seen a bathtub when she came in just now, and there might be a bath towel on the shelf over there.

She quickly turned around to look for him, but when she turned around, she saw Song Jingshen standing in front of her, looking at her coldly.

"Why...are you still here?" She was extremely cold, naked, and felt extremely embarrassed.

"If I don't leave, you'll freeze to death and never come out, right?" He walked a few steps closer and asked in a low voice.

"..."

"Didn't I tell you to call me when you're done?" He moved closer, his hot breath spraying on her wet and cool skin, causing her to shiver slightly.

"I wanted to dry myself before calling you," she said softly, crossing her arms over her chest and her eyelashes fluttering, "I didn't expect... it would be so cold."

"Remember next time, turn on the bathroom heater for a while before coming in."

"Ah."

Song Jingshen reached out and turned on the bathroom heater. Warm air blew slowly from above his head, and Wen Qing sneezed suddenly.

"Do you have rhinitis?" he asked.

"It's probably an allergy." Wen Qing said, "It's fine normally, but it becomes like this when the temperature changes from hot to cold."

Song Jingshen glanced at her, took out a bathrobe from the cabinet against the wall, shook it open around her body, and wrapped her tightly.

"Allergic rhinitis is not easy to cure, it's best to see a Chinese medicine doctor." He bent down slightly, picked her up horizontally, and walked outside.

The bathrobe was his size, almost enough to cover both of her, with the long hem covering her feet and the excess hanging over his arms.

After coming out of the bathroom, he put her on the bed, took out a towel and wiped her hair.

The air conditioner was turned on in the room and the temperature went up. Wen Qing stretched out a little, but the pain in her body became more acute.

"Stomachache?" Seeing her frown, he covered her with his big hand, and the heat from his palm penetrated her bathrobe and ironed her skin.

"It doesn't hurt now." She frowned and said worriedly, "You can't tell when it will hurt. It hurt for a while right after I took a shower."

"It's a spasm." Thinking of the madness just now, the man's heart tightened, but his face was calm and indifferent, "Let's go to the hospital later."

"I'm not going to the hospital." She shook her head and refused without thinking, "Since it's just a spasm, it shouldn't be a big deal, as long as you don't..." She raised her eyes to look at him, then quickly looked away, "Don't be so cruel again."

The fewer people who know about her relationship with him, the better. How could she go to the hospital with him?

"Then you have to apply medicine inside too." He knew what she was thinking, but he had to go to the hospital. Seeing her resistance, he added, "It will be troublesome if it gets infected."

He stood up straight, turned around, took out a shirt and trousers from the closet and threw them on the bed, took off his bathrobe neatly, and began to change his clothes.

"Then do you... have a personal doctor?" Wen Qing looked away and asked embarrassedly.

Song Jingshen raised his eyebrows and looked at her in surprise.

Wen Qing immediately realized that she had spoken out of turn.

How could his personal doctor possibly serve her?

She quickly sat up straight despite the pain and said, "I'll go to the hospital by myself, and you go do your thing."

"If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten that there really is a doctor." Song Jingshen looked at her with a smile on his face, "She's a middle-aged female doctor, suitable for a thin-skinned girl like you."

"Which hospital is she in and what's her name? I'll go find her."

"How are you going?" He raised his chin to remind her how embarrassed she was. "Going naked? I don't have any women's clothes here."

Wen Qing was stunned. She looked at the clothes scattered on the floor and bed. The ones that belonged to her were no longer presentable.

Wen Qing looked at him desperately: "Then how do you plan to let me go?"

The man was now dressed neatly in a suit and shirt, with a cool temperament, completely different from the man in the affair just now.

He walked slowly to her side, his long arms supporting her body on both sides, trapping her in shadow.

"Beg me," he said condescendingly, "Beg me to take you away."

"Please... take me away." Wen Qing was confused and repeated the words mechanically.

"Is this how you beg people?" The man looked at her speechlessly.

How can I ask for it? Big brother, please give me a definite answer!

"Kiss me." Song Jingshen ordered helplessly.

"Oh." Wen Qing responded happily and leaned closer to his profile.

"Lips!" The man uttered the two words stiffly.

"Okay..." She quickly changed her target and pecked him on the lips, "Kiss well."

The man snorted coldly, grabbed her cheek and kissed her fiercely.

"If you beg me from now on, you need to be this strong. Do you understand?"

"……Understand."

What does it matter? Once she gets out of here, she will never ask anything from him again.

……

After a while, Wen Qing lay horizontally in the man's arms, her whole body wrapped in the man's coat, leaving only a pair of big watery eyes exposed.

She recalled the Qing palace drama she had watched with her roommate, in which the concubines who were preparing to serve the emperor were wrapped in quilts and carried to the dragon bed by eunuchs.

She glanced at Song Jingshen who was holding her, and couldn't help but twitching her lips.

"What are you thinking about?" He noticed her little movement and frowned slightly, "Stop thinking about it."

"Nothing." Wen Qing changed the subject and asked, "Is the doctor you are looking for fierce?"

"Are you afraid of doctors?" He glanced at her. "You're not even afraid of me."

"Not really." Wen Qing pouted, "It's my first time seeing a gynecologist, I'm a little nervous."

Song Jingshen paused, and couldn't help but soften his voice: "Don't be nervous. If you have sex, you should have regular gynecological examinations."

Wen Qing thought to herself, rich people are really particular, they even care so much about their lovers' health.

For them, nothing should be more important than health.

"Don't worry, I will send you the test results in time," she said.

Since you are following someone, you should at least have some professional ethics.

Besides, no one knows whether he has other women outside, so frequent checks are also a precaution for her.

"I have nothing to worry about." He looked at her helplessly, "As long as you are relieved, it's good to be always worried, it will affect your health."

Sure enough, it’s healthy again.

Wen Qing nodded: "I understand."