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

  Zhan Mu Qian's face was gloomy.

  The little person in his arms is light and light, with almost no weight.

  She is too thin, with sharp bones.

  But he could obviously feel her body soften.

  The emotion of resistance is not as obvious as it was just exposed.

  Mianmian’s eyes are red, and her face is full of humiliation.

  Zhan Mu Qian firmly pinched her cheeks.

   poured the warm black chicken soup from her mouth.

  Mianmian's eyes are red, and she looks in agony as if someone forcibly poured poison.

  …………

  The soup in the soup cup is getting less and less, and Mianmian finally choked.

  The violent cough lasted for two minutes.

   Coughed as if he had coughed up his lungs.

  The dots on her nightdress were dotted with spilled soup and porridge stains.

  Zhan Muqian patted her back gently to help her smoothly.

  Mianmian coughed and his throat was tearing.

  She asked him dumbly, "When you were in jail, you said personally that you would abolish my hand and let me be a useless person for the rest of my life. In that case, why should I undergo surgery?"

  Zhan Muqian is feeding her water.

  Hesitated slightly for a moment.

  His eyes were deep, and he asked coldly, “You don’t understand why, do you really understand?”

  Mianmian slowly shook his head, "I really don’t understand. If it’s for my own good, why not let me die..."

  Zhan Mu Qian frowned, looking very bad mood.

  He put the glass aside, hugged her, and walked straight towards the bathroom.

  The bathroom door is closed.

  He reached out and unbuttoned the cotton nightdress.

  Mianmian struggled to evade, but his behavior remained unchanged because his hands were cast in heavy casts.

  Her movements appear awkward and weak.

  In the end, Zhan Muqian could only strip her clothes off.

  She was put in a bathtub with moderate water temperature.

The relative feeling of Chiluo made her feel ashamed.

  But she raised her eyes to look at Zhan Muqian's face.

  His eyes are deep, his face is solemn, and he reaches out to help her clean her body.

  She could not see any desire-consciousness in his eyes.

  Zhan Mu Qian's low voice warned, "Don't move your hands, be careful of water."

  Her arms are framed outside the bathtub.

  Because her hands are inconvenient.

  These days, only the nurse helps her to wipe her body, and it has been a long time since she had a bath.

  She has forgotten that she is a clean fetish.

  I am also used to the pain of not being able to take a bath.

  …………

  Zhan Muqian helped her take a bath.

  I felt even worse than when I was angry with her just now.

  The girl's petite body is so thin that she can see her ribs.

  Like a person who is seriously ill and dying.

  Even himself was surprised.

  Looking at her body, he couldn't get any evil thoughts...

   is like taking a bath for a newborn baby.

  Only pious in his eyes.

  He hopes that Mianmian’s hands will get better and return to a healthy state without affecting her future life.

  If she can’t get better...

  He didn't dare to think.

  He didn't dare to think about how he would face Jiang Mianmian whose hands had been discarded in the future.

  …………

  He moved quickly, taking a bath and washing his hair in half an hour.

  Cotton quilt, he put on thick pajamas.

  Sit dumbly in front of the mirror.

   Let him dry her hair by himself.

The   hair dryer will make a lot of noise.

  After he turned it off, the air was quiet.

  He couldn't hear any emotion in his voice, he just felt calm.

   "When your injury is healed, I will change your name and surname for you, and change your identity to continue living. Externally, you are a criminal and you are already dead."