Jessica followed him as well. Her hair was too long and dense, and blowing it took too long. She could take a mobile phone and watch international economic news while he was blowing.
She raised her head and looked in the mirror at her neatly blown hair, her pink lips curled up, âItâs a good blow, Iâve been blowing girlsâ hair for so many years.â
âNo.â Forrest gave her a serious look. âI never told anyone about my relationship with you.â
âBut you mentioned your girlfriend, and you almost married⦠your little secretary a few days ago.â
Jessica gouged out. Donât look at his calm at the time. She thought, but she kept it all in her heart.
âYouâd even gotten married.â Forrest did not say anything.
Jessica: ââ¦â
âCome on, Iâll change your medicine.â Forrest picked her up, placed her on the bed, and took an ointment from his pocket.
At a glance, Jessica recognized that this was the medicine prescribed by the hospital, primarily to smear the wound there, and it had gotten into his hands somehow.
âI donât need you, Iâll do it myself.â Jessica blushed and hurriedly blocked him.
âAll I want to see is your injury. Itâs not that I havenât seen it.â Forrest said, frowning.
âBut Iâm not looking for you right now.
Look.â Jessica grabbed the medicine, ignored him and proceeded to the restroom.
Forrest didnât have anything to do.
When Forrest went to bed at 10:30 p.m., Jessica came over with a few bottles of menâs skin care products, raised her slender eyebrows, and smiled, âYou didnât use the skin care products, I bought it for you?â
Forrest examined the ice cubeâs expression. âMen donât need to use these.â he said after a quick glance.
âBut I paid for it, so you have to use it.â Jessica pushed him down and sat down on his waist.
Forrestâs expression changed quickly, and his breathing became a little heavier. âJessica, stop acting like this.â
âDonât be too long-winded.â
Jessica ignored his changes because he was hurt and couldnât use force. âTake a look at yourself. Itâs all so rough, donât use it yet, donât get old and ugly, follow my lead, use water first, then thisâ¦â
Jessica knelt down and smeared some on his face.
The womanâs hands were soft and fragrant, and the curvature of her pajamas loomed as she lowered her head.
Forrest could only feel his body being roasted on fire.
He want to shove her away, but who doesnât like this image?
Itâs no surprise that so many old men in the company enjoy finding beautiful and young women for massages; ahem, of course, Forrest never did.
Forrest didnât let Jessica leave after she finally applied it, pulling her arm, kissing her, and falling onto the bed.
Forrest was like melting ice that night.
Although the two were not romantically involved, it seemed to make up for the wedding night, when he didnât kiss enough.
â¦
When Forrest sent Jessica to the company and arrived at Lynchâs the next day, everyone in the secretary room noticed his change.
âWhy do I have the impression that Mr. Forrestâs eyes are so soft this morning, as if an ice cube has been pierced?â
âAh, do you have a problem with your eyes?â