After her rebirth, she became an unattainable woman.

Chapter 135 My head is injured, can you wash it for me?

"I've put water in there for you, the temperature is just right, go take a shower!"

Song Qiao looked at Lu Mingxuan, whose eyes were shining, and gave him a shy reminder.

"Just my hair? How do I wash it?"

Lu Mingxuan wanted to take the opportunity to pretend to be a patient so that Song Qiao would take care of him while he took a bath.

"You injured your head, not your hand, so why can't you wash it?"

Song Qiao glanced at Lu Mingxuan and exposed his trick.

What if my hair gets wet?

Lu Mingxuan continued to find excuses.

"How about this, I'll ask Aunt Yun if she has a shower cap, and I'll give you one so you won't get wet."

Song Qiao actually went downstairs to ask Yun Miao for a shower cap, but when Lu Mingxuan saw this, he quickly said, "Never mind, I'll be more careful, there's no need to ask for it."

After watching Song Qiao leave, Lu Mingxuan took off his clothes and went into the bath.

Song Qiao returned to her bedroom, dried her hair, and began making the bed.

Seeing that there was only one quilt on the bed, she opened the closet and looked around for more. She took one out and put it on her side, placed a pillow in the middle, and lay down on the bed like that.

Just as she was thinking about how to get through the night, Lu Mingxuan's voice came from the bathroom: "Song Qiao, come help me!"

Hearing the shouts, Song Qiao threw off the covers, got out of bed, and ran into the bathroom.

Once inside, they discovered that Lu Mingxuan was standing in front of the cabinet with a towel around his waist and his upper body naked, covering his head.

"what happened to you?"

"I have a headache!"

Song Qiao asked anxiously, "You were fine, why does it hurt again?"

Lu Mingxuan glanced at Song Qiao, his brows furrowed: "It's probably because she was in the bath for too long just now."

"What should we do then?" Song Qiao walked over and took his arm without hesitation.

"Could you please help me dry off and then help me back to my bedroom so I can rest for a while?"

Lu Mingxuan looked at Song Qiao with a miserable expression.

He was injured because of her. Song Qiao quickly picked up a towel to wipe the water off his body.

But as soon as her hand touched his skin, Song Qiao recoiled as if she had been electrocuted.

At this moment, Lu Mingxuan stood there, his wheat-colored skin smooth as if it had been specially polished. He had strong muscles, slightly protruding pectoral muscles, narrow waist and broad shoulders, a perfect physique in front of her.

At this moment, the water droplets could no longer stay on his body and dripped down.

"Hurry up and wipe it for me!"

Upon hearing Lu Mingxuan's words, Song Qiao closed her eyes, grabbed a towel and haphazardly wiped his body, thinking: Who could stand you like this?

"Where did you wipe it?"

Song Qiao suddenly opened her eyes, then quickly closed them again in fright. It turned out that her hand had just been rubbing his waist. If Lu Mingxuan hadn't grabbed the towel, she probably would have pulled him to the ground by now.

"I can't reach you from your back, so you can wipe it yourself."

Song Qiao suddenly realized that Lu Mingxuan had done it on purpose. When she opened her eyes just now, his brows relaxed, and he seemed to be enjoying it.

She shoved the towel into his hand and fled the bathroom as if escaping.

Song Qiao returned to her bedroom and wrapped herself in the blanket.

At this moment, her heart was beating very fast. It wasn't that she hadn't seen men's bodies before; she had seen Jiang Ming's, but none were as perfect as Lu Mingxuan's.

Just as Song Qiao's mind was filled with images of Lu Mingxuan's body, footsteps sounded at the door of the room.

Lu Mingxuan walked in, and she quickly turned over and closed her eyes.

When she pricked up her ears at the door, he closed the door, and Song Qiao's heart started beating even faster.

Are you asleep?

Song Qiao clearly felt the soft mattress sink down, but she didn't make a sound.

"I saw you blush just now, so it seems you like me."

Song Qiao continued to pretend to be asleep, while Lu Mingxuan, lying on the pillow, continued: "Good resources are rare, so cherish them when you come across them."

Song Qiao couldn't pretend any longer. She turned around to scold him, but when she looked back, she found him leaning over her. He had just taken a shower, and a strand of black hair was hanging down his forehead. With a smile on his lips, he looked very devilish.

Who could resist such seduction? Song Qiao's breathing became uneven.

"Lu Mingxuan, I'm going to sleep in the guest room!"

If you can't afford to offend her, can't you at least avoid her? If you don't leave now, she might lose control.

"No! I'll behave myself, please don't go."

Lu Mingxuan retreated to his own area and lay down.

Taking this opportunity, Lu Mingxuan took out his phone to check the activity in the work group. Dean Lu had made rounds this afternoon.

Knowing that his father rarely made rounds, Lu Mingxuan understood that he was trying to find out which ward Song Jianguo was in.

After looking at her phone for a while, Lu Mingxuan turned off the bedside lamp. Immediately, the sound of pine trees rustling in the wind came from outside the window. In such a quiet environment, she couldn't fall asleep.

Everyone is attracted to beauty, and Song Qiao was no exception. She slowly turned her body around, wanting to peek at Lu Mingxuan who was sleeping at the moment. But as soon as she turned around, she found that he was supporting his head with one hand and admiring the back of her head.

"What are you doing? Aren't you going to sleep?"

"Look at the beautiful girl!"

Lu Mingxuan's first words weren't very provocative, but his next sentence made Song Qiao's mind wander, and she lost all sleepiness.

"A beautiful day, a lovely scene, a wedding night, I don't want to waste this time."

Song Qiao stared at him wide-eyed: "Where did this wedding night come from?"

"Have you consummated your marriage?"

Lu Mingxuan pointed to the room and asked.

Song Qiao didn't answer. He then turned on the bedside lamp, and the silver light had changed to red: "Is this the wedding night?"

Song Qiao exclaimed in surprise, "This lamp can change color?"

"Yes! Grandpa has been preparing this room for me for eight years, just waiting for me to bring back my granddaughter-in-law. Now that I've brought her back, wouldn't it be a shame not to use her?"

Song Qiaoxin began to waver, opened her eyes and looked at Lu Mingxuan: "I'm not divorced yet, does this count as cheating?"

"Your marriage is no longer valid. The divorce papers have already been filed, so it doesn't count as infidelity."

Song Qiao had large, dark eyes, and her long black hair was spread all over the pillow. Her eyes shone with a thirst for knowledge: "Never mind!"

Just as Lu Mingxuan was looking forward to it, she said, "Let's wait until we get the divorce certificate."

Lu Mingxuan's nose was about to bleed. He looked down at her and had no choice but to lie down, curling himself into a V-shape: "I said I won't force you. Let me bear the burning pain alone."

Hearing Lu Mingxuan's words, Song Qiao laughed: "It's not as exaggerated as you say."

"Go to sleep!"

Lu Mingxuan pulled the pillow down a bit and closed his eyes.

With his back to Lu Mingxuan, Song Qiao began to snore evenly. Compared to Jiang Ming's snoring, his snores were beautiful and melodious, like a harmonious melody with the sound of the pine trees.

Song Qiao didn't know when she fell asleep. When she opened her eyes in the morning, she found herself and Lu Mingxuan tightly embracing each other. She was lying in his arms, and he was holding her with his arms.

The worst part was that her legs were actually pressing down on him.

Song Qiao was terrified by her own appearance. She looked up at Lu Mingxuan, who still had his eyes closed, and slowly removed the hand from her shoulder.

"What are you doing? Sleep a little longer!"

Song Qiao was so embarrassed that she didn't know where to put her face. The two of them were clearly in separate blankets with a pillow in between. When did it turn out like this?

"Um...we..."

"You mean the middle pillow, right?"