Douluo: Take the First Poseidon’s Nine Tests

inside the cabin.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze, and the two boys and girls looked at each other without saying a word for a long time.

In the end, Zizhuzhu's pretty purple eyes were the first to move away, and then, as if he didn't notice that he had woken up, he continued to move his hands, just like the past ten days, gently wiping his body...

Hemingway, who was still unable to move at this time, had a complicated look in his eyes, and he was not completely insensible during these days in a coma. Every time he wakes up briefly, he can feel her taking care of him... It stands to reason that he should thank this woman. But don't forget that the reason why he has fallen to this point has a lot to do with this woman.

After all, it was her father who brought people to arrest her, and now she has suffered five labors and seven injuries, and almost lost her combat effectiveness. He hurt himself, but saved himself. How should this be calculated?

The more he thought about it, the more Hemingway felt a pain in his head, and finally closed his eyes. I pretended to be an ostrich, I don't care, I can't move now anyway, what do you like.

At this time, Purple Pearl was like a little daughter-in-law, holding a wet towel and gently wiping his body, not even sparing his private parts. Although the pretty face was flushed, the movements of the hands were still meticulous. Looking at this skilled appearance, it is obvious that this has not been done once or twice.

And Hemingway, who closed his eyes and pretended to be an ostrich, had a different feeling at the moment. Feeling the wet towel across his body, the gentle and soothing movement was just right... It was so comfortable that he was about to fall asleep.

But beyond that, it's more embarrassing. Being taken care of so carefully by a strange young woman, and revealing his body in front of the other party without reservation... Hemingway felt that he had no secrets in front of this woman, it was just... it was...

He didn't know how to describe this feeling. He only knew that if his body could move freely at this time, he would definitely put on his clothes and wrap himself tightly!

For the first time, he felt how lucky it is for humans to have clothes to wear.

The mental trauma is far more serious than he imagined. The brain, as the core of the human body, dominates everything in the body. Therefore, his mentally traumatized, even his control over his body is also affected.

It was obvious that his body's injuries had already recovered, but he couldn't use the slightest strength. As if the body was not his. Due to the mental trauma, the control of the body has dropped to the extreme. At most, I can barely move my fingers, and I can't do more if I want to do it.

"Goo~"

At this time, a belly rumbling sounded.

Hemingway felt a hunger!

At this time, Zizhu Zhu also happened to help him wash his entire body, and then took the basin and walked out of the cabin, her beautiful face looked unusually calm. It's just that the seemingly calm footsteps are a little more flustered than before. Obviously, this girl is not as calm as she seems.

"very hungry……"

Feeling the hunger in his stomach, Hemingway suddenly thought of a key question. That's how he eats these days when he's in a coma?

Hemingway estimated that he had been in a coma for at least ten days.

And if he didn't eat or drink for more than ten consecutive days, his current state would never be so good. Even if he had soul power, it is estimated that he was starving and was dying.

How could it be just feeling hungry?

unless……

Just as Hemingway thought of this, the cabin door was opened again. I saw Zi Pearl slowly walking over with a bowl of steaming millet porridge in her hand. Even if he is far away, he can smell the aroma in that bowl...

Well, the case is solved.

Hemingway knew where he was and why he was so good now.

"Are you able to move now?" Purple Pearl walked beside him and squatted down gently,

asked softly.

Hemingway didn't speak. In fact, although he couldn't control his body and limbs now, he could still turn his head and talk. He just didn't know how to face this woman. I don't know how to treat her. Is it as indifferent as before? Still smiling?

Seeing that he didn't speak, those beautiful sea blue eyes were complicated and incomprehensible, and Purple Pearl seemed to understand something and nodded lightly. Then put down the bowl in his hand for a while, stretched out his hands to gently lift his still naked body, and leaned his upper body against the wall of the cabin.

Then he picked up the bowl on the side, scooped up a spoonful of millet porridge, and gently put it to the red lips and blew... and then handed it to Hemingway's mouth.

"..."

Looking at the spoonful of millet porridge so close at hand, Hemingway hesitated for a while, but finally opened his mouth slowly and ate it in one bite.

Hemingway, who had not eaten normal food for a long time, ate this normal millet porridge every day for several years on a deserted island. He only felt that this porridge was unexpectedly delicious. It even made him feel the urge to cry.

"However, where did the millet porridge come from on this ship?" Immediately afterwards, Hemingway had some doubts in his heart. He remembered that the ship was empty, and there were no ingredients prepared at all, and even if there were ingredients. So what utensil did she cook with?

But when Hemingway saw the spoon handed over by the girl again, his eyes shifted to the delicate bracelet on his wrist. It suddenly dawned on me, because this bracelet is obviously a soul tool for storage. It is estimated that these things are all her own. It's just that it hasn't been taken out before.

One bite after another.

As the luscious millet porridge entered the stomach, Hemingway's tumultuous stomach gradually calmed down.

After finishing the bowl of millet porridge, he felt that his mental state was even better. It's just a pity that he still can't control his body now.

So for the next few days.

Hemingway remained motionless in his bed like a paralyzed patient.

Purple Pearl is still like a hard-working little daughter-in-law, scrubbing his body every day, then cooking and feeding him, and even when he wants to go to the toilet to solve his physical problems... She still supports him in the past. She is like a virtuous little daughter-in-law who takes care of her paralyzed husband.

At first, when Purple Pearl wanted to help him go to the toilet to solve his physical problems, Hemingway refused. Because it is so shameful. He is a big man, and he even asks a woman to help him to go to the toilet. What is this like?

It's just that even if he resists again, the reality will not change in the slightest because of his resistance. Feeling that his patience has reached the limit, between peeing his pants and being helped over... In the end, he gave in.

He closed his eyes, like a puppet, let her help his body to the toilet, and then unbuttoned his pants with ease...

Hello! Why are you so skilled!

Hemingway suddenly realized this!

Not good!

Looking at this woman's skilled appearance, wouldn't she have been in a coma for more than ten days...

Sometimes the more you think about certain things, the more you can't bear to look directly at them!

Hemingway suddenly realized a very critical problem.

That is, how did you eat and drink in these ten days?

Can you just open your mouth and pour it in just by taking a spoon?

And food is not digested well without chewing...

If you eat something, you must excrete it. He is still a mortal body, and naturally he cannot avoid this vulgarity. So since he has eaten in the past ten days, he must have a normal metabolism... So what has this woman done to her body these days? ! ! !

Hemingway suddenly had the urge to cover his face, and it was over. It's over, he's not pure anymore.

I won't be able to get married anymore...