Xia Hua: "..."! !

How did he admire such a sturdy woman?

He remembered that she used to be very gentle. When in front of him, she looked like a small girl who only liked to nestle in his arms and act like a baby. She never used the shopping mall in front of him.

right now……

Is this the difference between love and not love?

Xia Hua is heartbroken!

"Mr. Xia, are you okay?" The nurse recovered and hurriedly stepped forward and poured a glass of water for Xia Hua.

He was relieved to make sure he was not choked.

Yang Muya was standing aside, seeing the nervousness of the nurse and the water glass in her hand, inexplicably flashing the glass of water that Xia Hua had just poured her in her mind, sour bubbles in her heart were inexplicable.

The sight of Xia Hua's blushing face from swallowing the pills made him feel more heartbroken.

So many pills, he just swallowed so hard, is he really not wanting to contact her?

Was he really afraid that she would kiss him, so he was so scared that he took all the medicine...

Does she just make him hate it?

Twenty years ago, when they were together, they held her relatives every day, but he!

Humph!

Yang Muya snorted in her heart. Seeing that Xia Hua finally took all the medicine, she didn't want to stay to make her heart choked, so she turned and prepared to leave.

"Mr. Yang, it's time for Mr. Xia to wipe his body." When Yang Muya walked to the door, the nurse suddenly reminded.

Since Xia Hua woke up, he was unwilling to let the nurse touch him.

Let Yang Muya come for daily care.

If Yang Muya is not there, he would rather be dirty than let the nurse do it.

Just this, Xia Hua did not let the nurse tell her.

Therefore, Yang Muya just thought that he deliberately found her fault, knew that she was at home, and deliberately enslaved her.

Hearing the nurse's words, he immediately turned his head and glared at Xia Hua fiercely.

"Who likes to wipe him?" Yang Muya finished roaring, turned and left the ward.

Xia Hua looked at her back without hesitation, her eyes dimmed, but the next second she saw Yang Muya come back again.

He raised his head in astonishment.

"What do you look at? Don't think I'm afraid of you. Yueyue is back. I don't want my daughter to misunderstand that I'm abusing you. Isn't it just rubbing your body? Wiping it? If you don't rub off your skin, I won't be called Yang Muya. !"

When Yang Muya finished speaking, she looked at the nurse.

"I'm going to fetch water." The nurse recovered and hurriedly walked outside.

Soon, everything is ready.

The nurse knew about Xia Hua's habit, put everything down, and left.

In the ward, only Xia Hua and Yang Muya were left.

To wipe Xia Hua's body, first undress... the atmosphere became a little ambiguous in an instant.

Yang Muya was standing by the bed, holding the towel the nurse had just given her in her hand. Her cheeks were a little red. Her skin was originally white, and her blush was especially obvious.

But as long as she thought, if she didn't wipe him, it would be other women who saw him without clothes, Yang Muya came back without thinking...

Gritting his teeth, unwilling to counsel Xia Hua, he walked straight forward, and began to unbutton his medical coat.

Seeing his lean chest, his fingers began to call.

Why did she come back just now?

Now this is so hard to ride a tiger, if he finds that she is shy, she will definitely be laughed to death.

And maybe, he would be proud that she still loves him...

"Are you shy?" Xia Hua jumped out a few words abruptly.

"I didn't!" Yang Muya denied without thinking.

"You blush." ​​Xia Hua made up the knife.

Yang Muya: "..."