Chapter 10 Showering at Home
The car had few supplies. Only some quick bleeding stop medicine. After Han Zheng treated me he hurriedly took me home.
After getting out he carefully helped me from the car.
If it were before I would say he made a fuss. My legs were not broken. But now I leaned on him. I wished I could take more stabs.
All my things at home were not thrown away by Han Zheng. Everything stayed in place.
It seemed I had never left.
My room was the same.
The quilt had wrinkles. It was obvious he slept there.
A familiar piece of clothing showed by the pillow. It was my pajamas.
Han Zheng came in with the medicine box. Seeing what I held his face reddened. He pursed his lips guiltily.
"I... I was just too lazy to clean your room."
"Oh." I nodded with a half-smile.
His face reddened more. His tone became impatient. "Hurry and wash after you are done!"
He looked like he wanted to run. I grabbed him first.
"I cannot lift my arm." I pointed weakly at the wound on my shoulder. "Need someone to help."
"Help with what?" Han Zheng pretended ignorance.
"It is fine." I lifted my hand deliberately and gasped. "I can do it myself."
"Hey!" Han Zheng stopped me. He frowned and glared.
He sighed. "I will help you."
In the past when I got hurt Han Zheng would help me shower proactively. It often turned into something else halfway.
His hands would wander on my body. He would kiss me and stir my desire.
This time he was so proper. I felt unaccustomed.
My mind filled with those thoughts. But I feared ruining the eased relationship. I endured hard.
Until his hand holding the shower head slipped. Water sprayed everywhere.
Han Zheng's clothes became half transparent. Water droplets fell from his hair onto his face.
I took a towel to wipe him. When it slid on his skin my heart jumped.
His body was very hot.
His pants were wet. Some things showed more clearly.
It turned out I was not the only one holding back.
I swallowed. My throat remained hoarse.
"Han Zheng, Jiang Zhong is more exciting than pajamas."
His hand wiping his eyes stiffened. I had already kissed him.
After Han Zheng called me proper for half his life this was my first time saying such words.
No. In the time I tried to bring back novelty I said many such words.
But then it was only cautious. Without the flirtation it should have.
Now saying it out loud my neck and face burned. Only then I knew the shame.