Inheriting My Brother's Brother [Female A Male O] (ChatGPT Translated)

Mutants

On the left, on the right, after several times, probably having a clear idea in mind, she lowered his head, pulled apart the elastic gauze soaked in medicine, and applied it to the still slightly dry and red cheeks, causing the owner to flinch from the cold.

Guan Yi only flinched for a moment, then straightened his face again, waiting for another piece of gauze to be placed on the other side of his cheek.

*

Wen Hao did not disappoint him, and another piece quickly arrived as promised, covering the spot that almost broke yesterday with a snap, and his ears were wiped with the medicated gauze.

He had already taken a bath and wiped his feet, so he didn't need to soak them today. Wen Hao directly asked him to stretch out his hand, sprayed medicine on it, and didn't let him leave. Instead, she sat behind him and, as he had anticipated, naturally took the activity from his hand and wiped his hair for him.

While wiping, Wen Hao felt an external heat sensor in his hair, a small, delicate, round object, somewhat like a hearing aid.

He usually relied on this to recognize things. The people he saw were composed of orange-red and red-blue, while objects appeared as blocks of varying shades of gray.

In his eyes, she was also a walking block of color. Perhaps out of habit, he could accurately distinguish her from those blocks of color that looked the same, and then follow her.

She discovered it on the first day, no matter where she went, sometimes exchanging canned goods with others, sometimes approaching to listen to gossip, changing positions several times, but every time she reached out and grabbed beside her, she could accurately touch the scattered long hair in the air.

Guan Yi's hair was very soft and smooth, but it would become slightly dry in cold weather, often floating in the air and getting a static shock when touched.

She knew when she got shocked that this person must be nearby. She couldn't see him, but she knew he was right beside her.

He was really obedient, not causing her any worry at all, wholeheartedly following her. Wherever she went, he went, without any concern of him falling behind or getting lost.

If he really couldn't find her, there was no need to suspect that he was sulking or anything, it must be an accident.

For example, falling into a pit.

During the daytime rest, this person would find clean snow to boil water for her to drink. He hadn't come back for a long time, and the team was about to set off. She was worried, so she followed his footprints on the ground to find him, and discovered him lying upside down in a snow ditch, unable to get up. She helped him up.

While Wen Hao carefully wiped his long hair, she thought that this teammate was not only obedient but also quiet. Even if he fell into a pit, he didn't make much noise.

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Guan Yi sat on a low stool, resting his elbows on his knees, closing his eyes, feeling the gentle movements of his teammate as she wiped his hair.

First, starting from the ends of the hair, slowly moving upwards, quickly reaching the roots, as if massaging his head through a towel, up and down, long and continuous.

Just as he had imagined, it was beautiful.

He was greedy, hoping for a little more time, but modern technology was too advanced. A long time ago, the invention of the absorbent towel shortened the time to about one minute and three seconds. He felt his head was already dry, and the warm fingers gradually moved away.