Take a shower?
After finishing a kiss, Yanis had a hard time not wanting to think something weird when he heard the word, an extra splash of color to his blank brain.
Seeing the girl look up at him with a startled face and eyes filled with a strange look, Zain knew she might have misunderstood and could only explain in a soft voice.
-Take a shower and calm down.
Yanis nodded, then walked in the direction of the bathroom.
The bathroom was barely visible from the front, so Yanis went in alone, closing the door automatically. Then Yanis looked at herself in the mirror.
Her face in the mirror was flushed and her lips were red because she had just been kissed. She looked at herself in the mirror silently for a long moment before slowly reaching over and touching her lips with her fingertips.
“Is it an illusion?”
Just now, Zain kissed her? And it wasn’t even a sloppy kiss, it was totally?
In contrast to the previous sneak attack he had initiated, a kiss of this intensity could have been as strong as ten sneak attacks on her.
“It’s a lie, isn’t it? Either I’m imagining it or I’m dreaming it.”
Yanis suddenly pinched her cheek so hard that she blushed and cried out in pain, but then quickly thought of something else and reached up to cover her mouth, her eyes wide with surprise.
She was so close that Zain would hear her if she screamed, wouldn’t he?
Yanis swallowed the pain and then turned on the shower.
All those unpleasant thoughts were gone and it had to be said that Zain had kissed her in the right way, her heart and eyes were now consumed by that kiss.
Yanis reaches up and covers her cheek.
There was no telling how long he had been washing, but there was a knock on the door outside.
Yanis’ whole body tensed and he closed the shower, standing there but not daring to make any noise.
-I’ll hang the laundry by the door and then I’ll come out and you’ll remember to get it.
This was followed by the sound of plastic bags, after which Zain’s footsteps moved away and Yanis heard the bedroom door being lifted.
After a moment’s hesitation, she walked over barefoot and, without making a sound, opened the door a crack and took the bag.
Inside the bag was a thick black shirt and Yanis blushed at a single glance.
There was no other man here, this shirt was his, wasn’t it? Yanis bit her lower lip, a little apprehensive.
“What to do, am I going to wear it, but wouldn’t it be too much to wear his shirt?”
However, reality did not allow Yanis to hesitate, for his clothes were already dirty and wet with water since he had come in.
Maybe he shouldn’t have come to bathe.
It took Yanis quite a while to dry himself and put on the black shirt.
Zain is tall, Yanis is petite, the shirt covers both of his white knees once it’s on, and it’s so dark you can’t see much.
After looking at herself in the mirror for a while, Yanis finally felt relieved.
She took a deep breath, opened the bathroom door and stepped out.
The room was silent, only the sound of her own breathing as she walked barefoot across the room, leaving a line of footprints and watery footprints.
-Are you done?
A cold male voice came from the doorway, startling Yanis, before unconsciously reaching out and wrapping his arms around her body.
The gesture caused some embarrassment to Zain, who pursed his thin lips and gave an unnatural look,
-There’s a jacket on the sofa, put it on.
Yanis was now a puppet on a string, and Zain was the one carrying the string, basically doing what he said.
So after listening to Zain’s words, Yanis walked over to the couch and put on the jacket.
The jacket was spring style, especially light, and gave Yanis a great relief from embarrassment when he wore it.
After watching him put on the coat, Zain came in with a pair of slippers and bent down to put them on his feet.
-No extra shoes, put mine on first.
At his words, Yanis looked down and in front of her was a pair of men’s light gray indoor slippers, the men’s size was much larger than the women’s, leaving plenty of room for Yanis’ feet once they were inside.
-I’m wearing yours, are you?
Yanis looked at him, who wasn’t wearing shoes.
“How xstrange, there’s only one pair of shoes in this room?”
Zain probably saw what she was thinking and answered her concerns.
-I hardly ever come here, so there is only one pair.
After saying that, Zain reached out and squeezed her slender arm.
-Come here and apply the medicine.
She was dragged by Zain to the couch and sat down, then watched as he opened the medicine cabinet, took out the medicine from it and cleaned the cuts on her face first.
He rubbed gently and, being so close together, their breaths intertwined from time to time and Yanis could only try to control himself from letting his breath spray on the other’s face.
When she finished wiping her face, Zain looked at her and asked.
-Where does it hurt on your body?
Yanis froze in place, on her body? Was he going to see her body too? In fact… she didn’t seem to be hurt at all, because Zain appeared in time, so she only got slapped and her clothes were torn, other than that, there were no other injuries of consideration.
But when I showered earlier, my back was a little sore.
After all, that was the back, and there was no way I was going to tell Zain about it.
She couldn’t take off her shirt in front of Zain’s eyes, could she?
Zain looked at the girl’s slightly flushed cheeks for a long moment, and suddenly something occurred to him and he asked in a deep voice, -Inconvenient?
Yanis nodded dumbly before shaking his head hurriedly, -No, it’s not inconvenient, I’m not hurt.
At her words, Zain frowned, as he approached he saw the girl pinned against the rough wall, how could a girl with her tender skin not be a little bruised.
However, it was also true that it was rather inconvenient.
Zain handed her the medicine,
-Can you rub it on yourself? It’s good for healing, it’s good for inflammation and pain, if you can rub it in as much as you can, if not I’ll help you.
-No need, I’ll do it myself.
Helping was not an option for him, and Yanis could only quickly take the medicine, then get up and go to the bathroom herself.
Applying the medicine, Yanis realized that the wound was on the back and it was really difficult to rub the medicine in, it could be smeared but not evenly and the force was not well controlled and if you were not careful you would scrape the wound.
However, he insisted on finishing applying the medicine.
Just after applying the medicine, Yanis felt that his wound had worsened.
He dressed and went out, returning the medicine bottle to Zain.
-Did you do it?
Yanis nods awkwardly.
Once he cleaned the wounds, the two looked at each other in silence and Yanis felt uncomfortable when Zain handed him his cell phone.
-It’s getting late, so call your mother.
Yanis nodded as if waking from a dream.
-Good.