The General’s Beloved Wife: Shame on You, Sweetheart

  Zhan Mu Qian can be regarded as surprised and delighted.

   Although he is sure that Mianmian will be soft-hearted.

  But I don’t know how long she will stubbornly tighten.

  Maybe she won’t compromise with him easily...

  After all, the relationship between them is so severe that they will never be able to return to their former intimate state.

  After he was seriously injured, Mianmian wanted to leave even though he never made a big fuss.

  But the way she faced him was completely different from before.

   is always a little politely alienated, as if he is nothing more than a familiar stranger.

  ……

  But she jumped out of bed to take his hand.

  Zhan Mu Qian was shocked. He leaned over and held the girl's waist, smiling very happy.

   "Mianmian, you still love me after all..."

Mianmian was even more confident in his heart, but still holding his big hand to the bathroom, while warning him righteously, "Here, I only help you take a bath. I will ignore you again!"

  Zhan Muqian pinched her little soft hand under his lips and kissed him.

   "Of course, it's just a bath."

  Zhan Mu Qian was injured in one place on his waist and abdomen, and another on his thigh.

   Although the waist and abdomen are more sensitive, the injury is not deep, and the bullet is just stuck on the surface.

  The part of the thigh is seriously injured.

  At first, he had to change the medicine every half a day. Every time when the medicine was changed, Mianmian burst into tears when he saw the terrible wound on his leg.

  When the dressing was changed later, Zhan Muqian would not let her watch.

   Either she was sent out of the room with an excuse, or she was sitting next to him, and he covered her eyes with his hands.

  It is him who hurt so badly.

  He is also the person who has bleeding and pain from the wound.

   But when he was suffering, he still worried about not wanting her to see it, so he tightly covered her eyes with his big warm hands to prevent her from being tortured.

  ……

  Mianmian thought for a moment, and felt that his wound was tightly bandaged. It shouldn’t be too much of a problem to avoid the wound and simply rinse the body.

   Although she had prepared herself psychologically, when Zhan Muqian took off all his clothes, her face flushed hopelessly.

  Cotton cotton used a shower to help him rinse the uninjured area, and then carefully wiped every inch of his skin with a soft towel.

  Arms, back, waist and abdomen, gradually down...

  Zhan Mu Qian really didn't make any mischief, it was rare to be looked after by her like a quiet big boy.

  Mianmian did not find it difficult.

   was the last time she wiped down, she held her breath and wanted to completely abandon the distracting thoughts in her heart.

  But when she slowly leaned down, her little white hand was holding the towel, clearly avoiding the sensitive area...

  However, the bad guy Zhan Muqian suddenly gave a sudden--.

  Mianmian was so embarrassed that even the towels were scared off.

   She covered her face and did not want to look at him.

  Zhan Mu Qian also seemed a bit clear.

He eased for a while, coughed awkwardly, and said softly, "I can’t blame me for this. reaction……"

  Mianmian looked at him blushingly.

Seeing that she was really annoyed, Zhan Mu Qian tried to hug her and coaxed his wife with ease, "It's all my fault.

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