Chapter 925 Waiting for Me in Bed

After hearing that Han Xuan's condition was not that bad, Leng Zhiyuan was relieved. Although she did not like Han Xuan and she was not a saint who loved everyone, Zhou Yao would not be at ease for the rest of his life if something happened to Han Xuan. From this point of view, she did not want anything to happen to Han Xuan.

"Xiaozhi, your major general has had an accident during this period, and you have worked hard."

Xiaozhi shook his head, "I am not tired at all... I am just worried about the major general... I can see that the major general cannot live without you, sister-in-law, but Miss Han Xuan cannot live without the major general..."

This complex emotion made Xiaozhi frown in confusion and helplessness.

"Everything will be solved when the boat reaches the bridge, don't worry too much." Leng Zhiyuan said.

"Well, sister-in-law, hurry up and eat while it's hot, I'll go out first."

Xiaozhi walked out, and Leng Zhiyuan sat at the table to eat. She had a big bowl of white rice, but she had no appetite, so she ate a little.

After finishing her meal, she got up. Since she was here, she might as well make the best of it. Now it was night, and she was ready to go to bed. There was no facilities in the room, no shower, so she used a basin to fetch some water to wash herself.

Coming out of the bathroom, she walked to the bedside, and then with a "creak", the door of the room was opened.

Leng Zhiyuan quickly looked back and saw Zhou Yao was back.

"You're back?" She walked up quickly and stood on tiptoe to help him take off his black leather jacket.

"Yeah." Zhou Yao responded. There was not much emotional ups and downs on his handsome face. He was a man who was always introverted, but his facial features were very tense, and his deep eyebrows were covered with a layer of fatigue.

He had just woken up not long ago, and he was still a patient but had to take care of another patient.

Leng Zhiyuan held his black leather jacket in his arms. There were deep marks on the sleeves of the leather jacket, probably because Han Xuan grabbed him in pain. There was also a long black hair on his leather jacket shoulder.

Han Xuan's.

She turned her back, reached out to take the long hair off, and threw it into the trash can at her feet.

At this time, a warm embrace came from behind, and the man buried his head in her hair and sniffed deeply. His voice was a little hoarse, but more gentle, "Han Xuan would hurt herself, so... I hugged her..."

Is this his explanation?

Because he saw her take off the long hair that Han Xuan had left behind.

Leng Zhiyuan couldn't help laughing. This explanation was not a good explanation for a woman. It would be better not to explain it. He was really stupid.

But he was also honest.

"I know. I won't mind this little thing..." Leng Zhiyuan hung his leather jacket on the hanger and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"No, have you eaten?"

"I have... Then I'll ask Xiaozhi to bring you another dinner..."

Zhou Yao glanced at the table. There was still a lot of rice and dishes left on the table. She only touched a little bit. He frowned at her, "Why do you eat so little?"

"Because... The food here is not delicious..."

She lied casually. In fact, the food was delicious, but she was worried and couldn't eat it. She didn't want him to worry.

Zhou Yao raised his sword-like eyebrows upon hearing this. He reached out and rubbed her hair with a loving look, "The conditions here are limited. Our Miss Leng should bear with it for now. After this period of time, I will take you out for a big meal every day."

Leng Zhiyuan was amused. She looked at him with bright eyes and nodded affirmatively, "Rich man!"

Zhou Yao smiled, he put his arm around her shoulders and led her to the table, then sat on the chair himself, he picked up her bowl and started eating.

"Hey, Zhou Yao, that's what I left."

"It's okay, I don't dislike you."

Leng Zhiyuan had to watch him eat. Although he was born in a famous family and had special people to serve him in food, clothing, housing and transportation, he never picked and chose. On the contrary, he had been a soldier for a long time and had many simple and good qualities.

So, she should not waste food next time, so that she can keep up with his pace.

Soon Zhou Yao finished most of the bowl of rice. Leng Zhiyuan felt sorry for him and asked, "The food is cold. Do you want someone to bring you some hot soup?"

"No need." Zhou Yao put down his bowl and chopsticks and stood up. "It's the same with or without soup. You don't have to drink it..." He glanced at her and said, "Have you washed?"

He changed the topic a little too quickly. Leng Zhiyuan was stunned and nodded, "Yes, I have washed."

He spread his long legs and walked towards the bathroom. "Then I'll go wash. You wait for me in bed."

Is he going to sleep?

Yes, after eating, there is nothing else to do. The next step is to sleep. He looks very sleep-deprived. He has been very tired these two days.

Leng Zhiyuan stretched out her two small hands and patted her face. Her face was already red. Because of his words "wait for me in bed", she spit on herself in her heart. What was she thinking?

I didn't have that mind at all. He had just had surgery for two days, a patient!

…

Leng Zhiyuan got on the bed. It wasn’t big, but it was enough for two people to sleep. As soon as she sat on the bed, Zhou Yao came out of the bathroom.

He washed his face. A strand of neat short hair was wet and hung on his eyelids. He changed his black T-shirt into a black shirt and buttoned two buttons. Leng Zhiyuan took a look. In her eyes, he couldn’t hide his bad bones as long as he took off his military uniform. He was also very romantic.

Zhou Yao got on the bed in a few steps. Because of his weight, a large part of the bed collapsed. He threw a bottle of ointment in his hand to her, "Help me apply the ointment."

He turned around and took off his black shirt.

"Oh." Leng Zhiyuan responded, then opened the bottle of ointment. She looked at his back and saw that all the intricate wounds on his back were scarred. Many of them had faded, but there were too many wounds. People are still shocked when they look at it.

Leng Zhiyuan suddenly felt distressed. She felt her eyes were very hot. She put some ointment on her hand and gently applied it on his back. "What is this ointment for?"

"Scar removal."

"Remove scars?" With so many wounds of varying depths on his body, it is indeed very likely that scars will appear in the future, but with his character... "When did you become so ugly?"

"I don't care, but aren't you scared?"

"What?"

"Now my body is not mine alone, it is also yours."

Leng Zhiyuan paused and quickly understood what he meant. Was he afraid that she would be frightened and uncomfortable looking at the scars on his body in the future?

She clenched her fist and hit him, "Be more serious!"

Zhou Yao raised his eyebrows uninhibitedly, then turned around. He patted his chest, indicating that it was time for her to wipe the front, "It's so boring to be serious with your own wife."

Leng Zhiyuan's face felt hot. She couldn't talk to him about this kind of topic, so she stopped talking and concentrated on applying medicine to him.

At this moment, everything went dark, and the man kissed her overwhelmingly.