My Best Actor Ex-Husband and I Became A Role-Model Couple

When Jiang Anzhi wiped Feng Lanchu's back, Feng Lanchu pulled the wound on her back as soon as she moved, and she couldn't help but gasp in a low voice, "Hiss!"

Knowing that she was in pain, Jiang Anzhi also frowned slightly in distress, and subconsciously kissed her ear a few times to comfort her

"It's okay, it will be fine soon."

This time the tone was softer than any of the previous words, and Feng Lan, who was nestled in Jiang Anzhi's arms, blinked at the beginning, as if...had mastered some incredible skills.

In this way, Jiang Anzhi served Feng Lanchu with all his heart, changed several basins of water and finally washed her white, plump, er...white and clean.

Feng Lanchu was finally completely comfortable at this moment. You must know that during the rescue these few days, although she also washed up, the conditions in the protected area are not willing to use water, and there is not so much time. She just dealt with it in general, God knows how much old mud she has on her body.

Just now An Zhi rubbed it much more carefully than she did. If it wasn't for a little bit of embarrassment, she would have wished to have this kind of service a few more times.

After taking a bath, Feng Lan had the illusion that she had come back to life, even her injuries had healed. She yawned lazily, but couldn't help being dazed again.

The feeling that An Zhi wiped her body just now seemed familiar, this kind of touch was inexplicably familiar, as if Gong Wenduo had the same feeling when he washed her face and feet last night.

Could it be that as long as it is someone else's service, it is such a good enjoyment? No wonder the rich families in ancient times liked to have so many maids to serve them.

So when Anzhi went to the bathroom to wash up and came out, Feng Lanchu was filled with emotion: "Next time I have a chance, I will also repay you."

Jiang Anzhi was taken aback for a moment and then nodded: "Okay, you said it."

Feng Lanchu changed her mind again: "Ah, no, it seems that I washed it for you."

When Anzhi was injured by a lampstand last year, she was the one who served him.

She said with a smile: "Last night I was so sleepy that I fell asleep. Gong Wenduo even washed my face when I came back."

Jiang Anzhi was taken aback for a moment, then slightly hooked his lips: "How do you know it's her?"

"It's just me and her in the tent." Feng Lanchu answered as a matter of course.

Jiang Anzhi glanced at her lightly without speaking, and sat on the next bed to turn off the light and go to sleep.

Feng Lanchu turned around and looked at him with resentment: "Anzhi, I want to hug you to sleep."

Jiang Anzhi's body froze, and he took a strange look at Mr. Xiaofeng, who was pretending to be weak and pitiful, and felt that this clumsy acting was inexplicably stupid.

He sighed helplessly in his heart, his face still calm: "Sleep well, and be careful not to kick the needle off your feet."

Feng Lanchu's hands were bandaged with gauze, and they were infused with blood vessels on the back of her feet. When An Zhi reminded her, she subconsciously glanced at her feet.

Seeing Feng Lanchu's childlike behavior, Jiang Anzhi smiled uncontrollably again. How good she is so alive, thinking of the person in the pool of blood in the morning, the feeling of suffocation hit again.

With a sigh, he walked around to the side where Feng Lanchu hadn't received an IV, lifted the quilt and sat up.

Feng Lanchu happily turned around and hugged his leg.

An Zhi's familiar smell gave her the illusion of going home, and the warm body temperature easily warmed her bed.

"Aren't you going to lie down?" Feng Lan raised her eyes and looked at him attentively.

Jiang Anzhi put his arms around her shoulders and rubbed gently: "You go to sleep first, and I will wait until your bottle of medicine is changed before going to bed."