My Husband With Scolar Syndrome [ Jenlisa ]

22. Lisa very good

After taking a bath, Lisa sat on the edge of the bed and slowly wiped her hair. her movements were very slow, as if counting the time. she stared at the door, waiting for Jennie to return.

Just now she came back from the shower, Jennie said she would go out for a while and to have her wait here.

"Squeak ~~"
The wooden door was pushed open, and Jennie came in with a medicinal scent, Lisa's eyes brightened imperceptibly and her heart felt inexplicably relieved.

Returned! (#^.^#)

"Why haven't you dried your hair yet?" Jennie asked. When she went out just now, Lisa was wiping her hair. She calculated the time and it had been about four or five minutes. How could Lisa still be drying her hair?

Lisa froze, and awkwardly stopped her movements. Then after a while, she remembered to answer Jennie: "It's dry."

Lisa felt a little guilty. Just now, she was waiting for Jennie to return. For a while, she forgot she was still wiping her hair.

Jennie pulled out an ointment from a medicine box, then turned and said to Lisa, who was sitting on the bed: "Take off your clothes and let me see your back." The road was too bumpy earlier. Jennie was afraid that Lisa was hurt, she wouldn't feel relieve until she had a look.
Lisa didn't hesitate. In front of Jennie, she took off the white T-shirt that she just put on, exposing the white shiny skin under the clothes.

"Cough... turn around." Her eyes were dazzled by Lisa's white skin. Jennie ignored the embarrassment of her heart, walked to the bed and motioned to Lisa to turn around. Lisa turned her back, revealing the bruised skin on her back.
Sure enough, it was blue.

Jennie frowned, and looked at the big bruises with distress. The bump was just a little more than ten minutes old. It was less than an hour since they left the car, how could it be bruised to this extent?

"Does it hurt?" Jennie gently touched Lisa's back with her fingertips.
"It hurts." Lisa doesn't have the so-called male chauvinism of ordinary men. If you ask her, she will say it hurts.
Jennie immediately blamed herself, "Then why did you still hold me? You wouldn't be hurt like this."

The weight of the two had been borne by Lisa alone, and the impact force on her back against the car's baggage compartment doubled. In order to hold her, Lisa could only use one hand to maintain the balance of her body, which will inevitably reduce the buffer. Therefore, most of the bruises on Lisa's back were caused by her.

"If I hold you, I will be the only one hurt." Lisa replied.

With her heated eyes, Jennie suddenly wanted to cry. Even after two lifetimes, Jennie had never truly thought about it. That one day that she would hug her for a while because of the car, she was so moved she wanted to cry.

In fact, Professor Wang and Grandma Manoban were both wrong. Whoever said that people with autism couldn't express emotions. Jennie believed that Lisa's emotions could reached other's hearts directly.

"I ... I'll get you some ice." With red eyes, Jennie turned and went out. When she turned to the kitchen to find ice, she met her friend Irene.

"Nini, why are you crying?" Irene saw Jennie's eyes reddened, and immediately asked nervously.

"It's all right, do you have an ice pack here?" Jennie smiled and tried to adjust her emotions.

"There's ice in the freezer. I'll wrap it in a towel for you." Irene didn't want to continue talking when she saw Jennie's eyes, so she didn't ask again, and made an ice bag for Jennie with a towel.

"Thank you." Jennie turned around with the ice pack and left, and Irene stood at the door of the kitchen, looking at the direction her friend left at, her eyes flashing with worry.