Chu Jiaren stepped back, but behind her was the washbasin. Lu Shaochen wrapped his hands around her and supported her on the washbasin, wrapping her in his arms.
“As you are obedient, I will never take care of you when your injury is healed.” Lu Shaochen said, with heartache in his eyes.
Chu Jiaren was indeed a little uncomfortable. She thought he had left early in the morning, and after finishing her own clothes, she would be done with a shower and she would be done.
But who knew he was here and didn’t leave.
Lu Shaochen gently unbuttoned Chu Jiaren’s shirt with his big hand. Chu Jiaren hurriedly said, “Close your eyes.”
This time, Lu Shaochen was very obedient, closed his eyes gently, and smiled evilly: “I haven’t seen anything on you, and I’m still so shy.”
Chu Jiaren’s face turned red.
Apart from the child in her belly, she felt that she was not familiar with him.
Being honest in front of him made her feel uncomfortable.
Luckily he was willing to close his eyes.
Chu Jiaren lives in the hospital’s luxury ward, with all the equipment inside, comparable to a five-star hotel.
Lu Shaochen adjusted the water temperature of the faucet to the right, twisted the towel, and helped Chu Jiaren take a shower.
The wound on Chu Jiaren’s back was sewn with gauze. Lu Shaochen opened his eyes and looked at her smooth and delicate back, even with gauze, and he could still imagine the shocking wound. His heart hurt.
His eyes were as dark as a pool, as cold and sharp as an eagle, and the graceful smile of the corners of his lips disappeared, and his impulsive aura was like an emperor who was hiding his anger.
Chu Jiaren noticed something strange, and Lu Shaochen wrapped a big white bath towel around her, “I’ll go and get your clothes for you.”