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Gardenia thought Oscar isn't short, but didn't expect him to be so tall. He must have been 6.3 feet tall, and, standing up, he has a firm back and more masculine look. He don't look weak now at all.

For some reason, Gardenia's heart is beating a little faster, and there is a faint flush on her face. Fortunately, the light is dim and no one can see it.

Oscar looks at her and asks, "Did you mean you're going to help me bathe just now?"

She said to let him “come” to the bathroom, not “go” to the bathroom, which means she wants to stay and do it for him.

But that's because she thought he couldn't even stand up. Besides, with his body, what if he collapses in the bathroom?

"I was afraid you were not well enough to wash yourself." "She explains. If it weren't for his heart, who would bathe a strange man?

"Are you sure you want to help me?"

"If you can do it yourself, I won't..."

"In that case, make haste."

Gardenia was going to say that if he can shower himself, she wouldn't go in, after all, she don't want to do this. But before she could finish, the man enters the bathroom and motions for her to come with him quickly.

Gardenia signs and follows.

The originally spacious bathroom, because of two people in, actually feels a little narrow. Perhaps not used to being around men, Gardenia is getting uncomfortable.

"That... Take off your clothes first..."

"Aren't you going to help me bathe? Aren't you going to help me undress?"

Despite being confined to a wheelchair for a long time, Oscar is still neat and tidy in a white shirt and black trousers.

Gardenia stands in front of him, tiny as a sparrow. With such a difference in height, he seems like a giant god, and covers her in his shadow.

Her mind wavers a bit.

"You are moving so slowly, the water is getting cold already." "Says Oscar.

Gardenia is unbuttoning a man's clothes for the first time, and she isn't really used to it. And now that she gets a little distracted too, her movements are even slower.

Fortunately, the buttons are finally all unbuttoned. The pale, almost white as a paper complexion breaks into her black eyes. Her eyelashes quivers and she looks away.

"Aren't you going to help to take my pants off?" There is the man's voice overhead again.

"Do you want me to help you wash...your down body?" She is stunned.

"You only wash your upper body when showering or bathing?"

Of course not, but he... Gardenia blushes, as if she has thought of something she shouldn't have.

Her eyes drifts and somehow falls somewhere they shouldn't have, and her cheeks burns again.

The man's lips slightly hook, he thought she really have no shame, but seems like she still knows to be shy.

"Weren't you the one who said you'd help me bathe?" "Asks the man.

Gardenia is so regret now that she wouldn't have said it if she'd known he is so shameless.

"How about I help you wash the upper part, the sown part body, you wash by yourself!" Her head is so low that she wants to dive into the ground.

"If I can wash the down part body by myself, then how come I still need you to wash the upper part?" "He asks.

She can not speak any more words, her ears are all red now.

Just then, Gardenia Soth's phone in the room rang.

Just in time.

Her eyes lit up, the phone rang, I went to answer the phone, you wash yourself!

And without waiting for Oscar Cepa to say yes, she sprinted out of the bathroom. And I closed the bathroom door for him.

Having done this, she breathed a sigh of relief.

The phone was still ringing, and she glanced at it. It was her aunt.

Hello, aunt

Gardenia, happy wedding. Did you sleep?

No, I'm taking a shower.

Oh, so Oscar Cepa didn't bully you!

No, he's a sick kid. I'll just let him go.

That's good. Oscar Cepa is in poor health. You must take the initiative in the evening and try to give him a baby early.

The phone was quiet, but Gardenia Soth unconsciously glanced at the bathroom door. The clear frosted door had a vaguely sexy print on it of a man.

The flush from which she had retired came up again.

Oh, I know. No, Oscar Cepa is calling me.

Gardenia Soth hung up the phone, not sure what to talk about.

Bestie Muqing also sent her a message.

【Happy wedding, how, wedding night thorn is not stimulating?】

Muqing, an old driver, can make people blush at a single word, but Gardenia Soth is used to it, so he returns one.

[He is taking a bath]

【Wow, this is moving so fast. From an old driver's advice, you should get naked and go to the bathroom right now.】

【You Crazy? 】

【Oh, I forgot, Oscar Cepa is not in good health. You can't be too exciting, or you'll end up in the hospital on your wedding night.】

【Just stop your bullshit.】

She had escaped the problem of bathing, and then there was the problem of sleeping. How should they sleep at night?

Oscar Cepa is in poor health, so she has to sleep on the couch.

Even the sofa is the first time to share a room with a man. To avoid embarrassment, pretend to sleep.

Her eyes were closed, but she could not sleep.

Hell, she didn't fit in with the change.

A moment later, she heard the bathroom door open and the man's feet come out.

Then came his cough sound, some hurried, how to take a bath and began to cough?

Gardenia Soth tried to get up, but thought about it and didn't move.

It was quiet for a while, and just when Gardenia Soth thought Oscar Cepa had fallen asleep, he heard his deep, sexy voice.

【I think for a moment, the girl on the top of the position is good, suitable for Oscar Cepa who is not in good health.】

Gardenia Soth jumped off the couch and grabbed the man's phone.

Why are you reading my messages?

Your phone on my bedside table, heard the voice I took a look, so coincidence, just mention me.

It's so embarrassing. Why did Muqing send a message at this time of all times?

Moreover, why don't you set the information prompt when not to display the information content.

It would have saved us the embarrassment of tonight.

Is she shameless for him to read that?

It's a harassing message. I don't recognize it.

Delete your messages, hide your phone, and don't look at my phone next time.

Oscar Cepa raised an eyebrow, but didn't dwell on the question.

Sleep.

Forget it. Go to sleep.

It was destined to be a sleepless night.

Gardenia Soth woke up early the next morning and spent the night on the couch sore from sleep.

When she saw that Oscar Cepa was still asleep, she left him alone and went downstairs.

Mrs, are you up? A middle-aged woman was standing in the living room looking at herself.

Well, you are?

Mrs, I am the servant here. You can call me Guizao.

It was the servant of the villa.

Mrs, besides me, there are many servants here, but I am responsible for the catering and daily living of Junior Mr And Mrs, so Mrs Can ask me if she needs anything.

Ok, I see. Gardenia Soth nodded earnestly.

Guizao smiled, Mrs, don't be so restrictive, this is your home from now on.

Her home? She hasn't been having a home in a long time.

Her own home? Her own house cannot be this big. Does she have a servant? A voice came out of nowhere from the door.

Gardenia Soth looked over. It was a girl, wearing a suspenders and wide-leg pants, a little revealing, but she looked about her age.

She crossed her arms in a haughty manner, as if she didn't give Gardenia Soth a second thought.

Guizao, this young girl, is also a domestic servant?

A servant?