Previously, when she helped him detoxify, Shen Yanhe had already showcased her impressive dical skills.
Therefore, Fu Yanhe deeply believed what she said.
Now, hearing her say that he would be able to stand up soon,
he would be lying if he said he was not excited.
It was just that he was accustod to hiding his emotions, so he did not show them.
Fu Yanhe’s eyes were deep as he looked at Shen Yanhe with a very gentle gaze, and he sincerely said, "Thank you."
Shen Yanhe’s cat-like eyes curved slightly, "No need to thank ."
"Leg pain is a normal phenonon, your nerves are gradually recovering. I will give you acupuncture to relieve the pain tonight and prescribe so other dicine for you tomorrow."
As Shen Yanhe spoke, she took out the Golden Needle hidden in her sleeve and disinfected each one with an alcohol swab from the table.
Fu Yanhe listened quietly, his gaze remaining on her without shifting away.
"Take off your clothes," Shen Yanhe finished disinfecting the last Golden Needle, raised her eyes to glance at Fu Yanhe, and said.
Fu Yanhe paused for a mont.
He silently propped himself up and took off his upper body clothing.
When it ca to taking off his lower body clothing, he encountered a problem.
He couldn’t move his legs and couldn’t completely take off his pants.
Fu Yanhe fell silent for a few seconds, then lifted his head to look at Shen Yanhe, who was facing away from him, organizing the needles. His eyes were profound as he said in a deep voice, "Yanyan."
Shen Yanhe turned her head subconsciously, "Hmm?"
Fu Yanhe’s bare upper body unexpectedly entered her sight.
It was unclear whether it was because Fu Yanhe had been secretly exercising without her knowledge these days.
The muscles on his exposed upper body were smooth and well-defined, extending from the lower part of his chest muscles to his abdon, the lines of muscle faintly visible.
It was just that his skin rarely saw sunlight, making it look sowhat pale, but not frail.
Shen Yanhe glanced at his waist and abdon and unnaturally shifted her gaze.
Those abs looked rather touchable.
Fu Yanhe noticed where her eyes lingered and a subtle smile crossed his dark eyes. He said, "Yanyan, co and help with sothing."
Shen Yanhe didn’t move. She touched her nose, "I... I will stay here, just tell ."
Fu Yanhe looked at her, not saying a word, and swiped on the smartphone at the bedside table.
Shen Yanhe’s phone in her pocket vibrated, and a chanical female voice rang out.
[Ding! Paynt of 100,000 yuan received in Alipay.]
Fu Yanhe held his phone, looking at her, and emphasized, "Co here."
Shen Yanhe blinked rapidly, rather disgracefully walked over and said, "I’m coming, boss. What do you want to do for you?"
Fu Yanhe grabbed her soft and pale hand, leading it towards the waistband of his pants thodically.
Seeing the direction her hand was moving towards, Shen Yanhe’s eyes widened suddenly: "!!!"
She naturally thought in a perverted way.
The hand being held by Fu Yanhe struggled backward slightly, stuttering, "This, this, this isn’t right, right? I, I’m still pregnant..."
And they were still giving each other the cold shoulder!
Fu Yanhe’s movents paused, he raised an eyebrow at her, his eyes carrying a faint smile, "Where did your mind go?"
"Just because my leg hurts too much to exert any strength, I need you to help take off my pants."
Knowing she had thought weirdly, Shen Yanhe: "..."
Her delicate and pale ears instantly blushed red.
Fu Yanhe’s eyes held laughter as he held Shen Yanhe’s hand and gently caressed it a few tis, then placed it near his lips and kissed it lightly.
He looked at her, emotions churning in his dark eyes, "If Madam wishes, I can satisfy her as well."
Shen Yanhe: "..." He is so flirty.
She held back and held back, but ultimately couldn’t resist poking his leg with her free hand.
Fu Yanhe wasn’t prepared and winced in pain.
A few beads of sweat appeared on his forehead as he looked at her sowhat helplessly, "Is Madam trying to murder her own husband?"
"If you keep delaying, you won’t need to do anything—you’ll die from the pain yourself."
Shen Yanhe rolled her eyes in annoyance, withdrew her hand from his, and deftly pulled down his pants, leaving just a pair of black boxers.
As she pulled his pants down, she inadvertently caught sight of that sleeping part of him, and a touch of crimson colored her cheeks.
She couldn’t help but scorn herself inwardly.
Indeed, she had been corrupted by Fu Yanhe.
She composed herself, picked up the sterilized Golden Needle, and skillfully found the acupoints to insert it.
Not until she had turned Fu Yanhe into a porcupine did Shen Yanhe wipe her hands with a disposable wet wipe, "It will hurt a bit when the needle goes in, endure it for a mont, the pain will slowly subside after three minutes."
Fu Yanhe nodded faintly, feeling the pain spreading through his body.
Especially in his legs, which had been without sensation since the car accident, it felt like being gnawed by countless ants.
Both painful and numb.
Shen Yanhe saw that he didn’t make a sound, but when she saw the dense sweat beading on his forehead, she knew he was enduring the pain.
She didn’t speak, simply opened the door and went out to have San Fang, who was standing guard outside, bring in two cups of warm water.
She drank one cup, and handed the other to Fu Yanhe, then sat on a single sofa and quietly waited for the ti to pass.
Five minutes later.
The rampant pain inside Fu Yanhe’s body gradually dissipated.
An hour later.
He no longer felt any pain, but instead, it seed there was a gentle energy moving about in his cold legs.
It was very comfortable for Fu Yanhe, and his body, tensed from pain, began to relax as his clear and elegant brows slowly unfurled, bringing on a hint of languidness.
Shen Yanhe looked at the clock on the wall, stood up and moved toward him, "It’s about ti, I am going to remove the needles now."
Following that, Shen Yanhe removed the Golden Needles one by one from his body, and gently wiped the acupoints with alcohol swabs as she did so.
Fu Yanhe watched her soft, pale hands move over his body, his gaze growing sowhat profound.
"All done." Shen Yanhe threw the last alcohol swab into the trash can and looked at Fu Yanhe, "Do you still feel pain anywhere?"
Fu Yanhe shook his head, "No, it doesn’t hurt anymore."
Shen Yanhe breathed a sigh of relief, "That’s good."
She stretched lazily and headed for the door, "We have been through a lot tonight, and you’ve sweated so much, let Wu Fang help you take a bath."
Fu Yanhe looked at her intently, "Where are you going?"
"I’m going to stay at Shiwei’s place for a few days." Shen Yanhe pursed her lips and turned her head to look at him from the doorway, her cat-like eyes clear, "I’ve said before, we need to be apart for a while to think about the child’s matter carefully."
She had rushed back to the estate out of concern for Fu Yanhe’s wellbeing.
Now that his issues were resolved, it was ti for her to think about her own matters.
Moreover...
As long as she stayed by his side, she couldn’t think about this matter calmly.
The previously relaxed atmosphere in the room vanished in an instant.
Fu Yanhe silently looked at her, a cold flash in the depth of his eyes, his gaze pitch-black.
Shen Yanhe stubbornly t his gaze without backing down.
In the end, Fu Yanhe chose to compromise. He sighed and beckoned her, "Co here."
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