Chapter 900: There is no end! ?

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It was so easy to finish the porridge, Diao Chan thought that Nalan Chu was going to leave, but she did not expect to go to the table and sip the porridge and water.
Diao Chan collapsed completely-there is no end to it?
After Nalanchu returned with the cup, he saw Diao Chan's collapsed eyes, looked down at the cup in his hand, and struggled for a while before he said, "Do you really want to eat Diao Chan? I know you're upset, but if you eat Some, it ’s better for physical recovery, of course ...
The voice was quieter,
If you really do n’t want to eat, just ... forget it.

Diao Chan looked at the expression of the woman in front of her, and opened her mouth inexplicably.
Seeing Diao Chan willing to continue eating, Nalan Chu was also very happy. He immediately took the cup and put the reed rod into his mouth.
Diao Chan sucked rice soup frankly, squinting his eyes, too lazy to look at the woman again.
Finally, the second cup of rice soup was drunk.
Nalanchu took the cup back to the table and looked at the porridge in the jar. Actually, the two cups didn't drink much, but she didn't dare to persuade.
Diao Chan saw Na Lanchu cover the porridge and put the kettle back. When people turned out of the door of the room, they were relieved that there was no noise in the woman's room. It was really clean and comfortable!
However, he was not happy for a long time, and the door curtain was raised, but he saw Nalanchu coming in with a basin.
Diao Chan only feels sore chest and wants to vomit blood—what does this woman do?
Nalanchu placed the basin beside the bed, accompanied by a fragrance.
Diao Chan's whole body is stiff, because the whole body is tight, the wound will inevitably be involved, and his complexion is pale, and the cold sweat of Douda flows down his cheeks.
Nalanchu was taken aback, "What's the matter with you, Diao Chan? Is the wound hurt? Let me look at your wound!" Then he opened his quilt and untied his shirt.
Diao Chan's mouth twitched-would he be stripped by this woman again? What's wrong with this woman, how do you like to undress men?
Nalan Chu just touched Diao Chan's robes, but she wasn't shy. "Wait, my medical skills are still shallow. If I delay my illness, it won't be good. I'll go to the doctor!"
Diao Chan anxiously, desperately, "come back!"
But because he shouted two words, the ribs hurt even more.
Nalanchu's eyes flashed, and he turned around, "Master Diao Chan ... what exactly do you mean? Does it hurt or not?"
Diao Chan looked disdainfully.
Nalanchu guessed that Diao Chan was afraid of going to see a doctor.
"Then I will ask another question. If adult Diao Chan wants me to go to the Physician, he blinks once. If he doesn't, he blinks twice."
Diao Chan blinked his eyes without hesitation.
Nalanchu breathed a sigh of relief, moistened the towel, wrung it dry, and rubbed it on Diao Chan's face.
Diao Chan, who has been slaughtered by anyone, never thought that a big man would wash his face with soap and perfume used by women. Almost the entire face was stiff.
Nalanchu started to slap again, "I know men are not used to this kind of thing, originally I wanted to use clean water, but the adult Diao Chan has been in a coma for so long, his face is somewhat oily, and it is necessary to wipe with water several times, but he is afraid of pulling You can only use this when it comes to an adult's wound. Don't worry about the adult, it will be wiped off soon, your tens of dozens.
"..." Diao Chan reluctantly found that, compared with the woman's fluff, rubbing her face with soap and perfume was not that difficult.
Nalanchu chose the softest towel, and the movement was very light. Although the rouge fragrance was difficult for Diao Chan, the warm towel was good for wiping his face.
But what happened next made Diao Chan crazy.