Feeding sick and weak male partners

Chapter 73

Chapter 73 End of the story Daily 3

When Wen Zhan was stubborn, it was a headache.

When Lu Yunchu saw that he was unwilling to let go, he could only rely on him: "Okay, I'll wait for you where you can see, okay?"

Wen Zhan nodded and dragged her to the tub.

Lu Yunchu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Thinking of Wen Zhan's foolish appearance in the rain, his smile gradually faded and turned into a sigh.

She whispered, "Sorry, I really have been away for too long."

Wen Zhan was taking off his wet clothes with his back to her. Hearing that, he turned his head to the side, but he didn't look at her, and his expression couldn't be seen clearly in the dim light.

He put his clothes on the screen, stepped into the tub, and the water roared loudly.

White steam filled the water, he looked at Lu Yunchu through a layer of fog, and asked slowly, "Go home?"

Lu Yunchu probably understood what he meant, and replied, "Yes, I'm back in the world I was born in." Anyway, Wen Zhan was soaking, and she was going to wait here bored, so she simply told what happened after she went back. Regarding her work, her colleagues and friends, and her small rental house, she had to explain the relevant background when talking about these, so she said it endlessly.

Wen Zhan kept listening silently. Through the fog, his mood became lower and lower, and then he slid down and sat down, burying his whole body in the water.

Lu Yunchu thought he was playing with water and didn't care, but as time passed, he never probed from the water surface.

Lu Yunchu frowned: "Azhan?" I can't fall asleep, can I still be in a coma due to hypoxia?

She walked over to the tub. The tub was tall and big, square and square, like a water tub. The steam rushed towards his face, and a damp water film was instantly enveloped on his face.

"Azhan." She called again.

Wen Zhan, who was squatting under the surface of the water, suddenly moved, his head emerged from the tub, and with a sound of "crashing", water splashed everywhere.

Lu Yunchu was caught off guard and was splashed, she dodged and said, "What are you doing—"

As soon as he raised his head, he met Wen Zhan's face.

His face was reddened by the hot water, like the pale pink of plum blossoms when making tea. His long hair was soaked through, and transparent drops of water continued to slide down the edge.

His eyes were also soaked, like broken glass. He only needed to look at Lu Yunchu, and the rest of her words would be blocked back in her throat.

His temperament is very cold, so once his eyes are stained with sadness, he can't hide that feeling of vulnerability.

Lu Yunchu felt that he was like an injured little animal asking for help. He stared at him intently and stubbornly, raised his neck, had a lot to say, but couldn't say it.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Wen Zhan stood up slowly, the sound of water rushing, wet hair sticking to his snow-white skin, black and white with sharp contrast.

He lowered his head, with confusion in his eyes: "Why... come back?"

These words also confused Lu Yunchu. She tilted her head: "Why don't you come back? You are waiting for me."

The world that Lu Yunchu told was so free and vast, and only such a place would raise such a daughter, Wen Zhan felt that the more she talked, the more his heart sank, and he muttered: "There... someone... wait. You?"