Chapter 166 Help Me Untie the Belt

Seeing the sadness in her eyes, Gu Yanhao's eyes became deep.

Heart throbbed slightly.

"Itchy..." He frowned, moved his body, and rubbed the quilt with his back.

Seeing his appearance, Song Wuyou raised his brows and looked at him with a smirk on his face.

Gu Yanhao glared at her displeasedly: "Why don't you scratch me?"

"Don't you have a hand yourself?"

"I'm on a drip!"

"You still have an empty hand."

"I can't catch it? The whole back is itchy!" Gu Yanhao turned sideways, Song Wuyou behind him.

Obviously, he wanted her to tickle him.

Song Wuyou looked at his tall and sturdy back and smiled, "The nurse said, you have to endure the itching, don't scratch it, the more you scratch, the more itchy, and bacteria will get in, causing dermatitis, which is not good."

"Why do you talk so much? Who asked you to scratch your skin? You help me scratch it gently!" It's all this time, and his tone is still so domineering.

"You can't stop the itching after the infusion?" Song Wuyou just didn't help him scratch.

"Song Wuyou, try talking nonsense again!" It really strangled her.

"..." Song Wuyou sat there, indifferent.

Gu Yanhao hooked his hand that didn't have a drip, and scratched and scratched behind his back.

He also deliberately made a pose that couldn't be hooked, and Song Wuyou couldn't help but smile.

In a place that Song Wuyou could not see, when he heard her clear laughter, Gu Yanhao's eyes passed a stormy sea.

Inside, there is a hint of deep complexity brewing.

Since he was discharged from the hospital in the car accident, he hadn't heard her laugh like this again——

"What are you laughing at? Scratching!"

"Deserved."

That's what he said, but Song Wuyou still sat down and pulled up his clothes.

One look, my God, the whole back is red.

Song Wuyou frowned, a little guilty.

If she knew she would be so allergic, she wouldn't sting him.

There were so many dishes on the plate, she didn't take it, she insisted on giving him a sting, hum, he was destined to be allergic.

It was all red rashes, and Song Wuyou didn't dare to scratch hard. She used her palm to gently stroke his back.

There was a hint of coolness in her palm, which made Gu Yanhao, who had red rash and hot skin, feel very cold.

The moment her palm touched her, Gu Yanhao's back froze.

Then came the coldness of her palm, which made his eyebrows twist tightly.

"Where's the itch?" Song Wuyou asked.

"My whole body is itchy." Gu Yanhao said in a deep voice.

"Does that make me scratch my whole body?"

"Um."

Song Wuyou pursed his lips and rolled his eyes speechlessly.

From her back to his waist, Gu Yanhao's waist was extremely sensitive.

Her little hand moved over, and he couldn't help shuddering.

An inexplicable heat flow quickly gathered in the lower abdomen.

Gu Yanhao's thin lips pursed into a tight line, and his phoenix eyes became extremely deep.

"Go down." Gu Yanhao said in a low voice.

down?

Song Wuyou glanced down.

Further down, it's his ass.

"You're strapped on your belt, so you can't go down."

As soon as the words fell, Gu Yanhao suddenly turned over and lay on his back.

He looked at Song Wuyou deeply.

Song Wuyou looked at him, and when he was about to ask him what he was doing, he suddenly said, "Untie it."

"What?" Song Wuyou was startled and pointed to his abdomen: "You let me untie it?"

"Um!"

"I don't understand!" What's the difference between taking off his belt and taking off his pants?

"You don't understand, I will." Gu Yanhao's eyes locked on Song Wuyou's face, and he untied his belt with one hand.