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"I just realized that I seem to have a place for you in my heart. Your figure can't be taken away from my eyes. I can't accept other girls occupying this place. I think this is probably because I like it..."

Song Xiang listened carefully, and couldn't help but feel soft in his heart: "Do you really like me?"

"Song Xiang..." Feng Mian's cheeks were slightly red, "What else do you want me to say..."

Song Xiang raised the corners of his lips: "That's good. I should be responsible for you..."

"Then do you like me?" Feng Mian raised his eyes and asked expectantly.

Song Xiang didn't speak. She leaned down and kissed Feng Mian's lips gently, like a dragonfly touching water.

Feng Mian couldn't help but blush.

"Miss! The water is here!" Taro knocked on the door from outside and reported respectfully!

"Send it in!"

Taro brought the basin in, lowered his head and hurriedly exited, closing the door thoughtfully as he left.

Song Xiang walked to the basin, took out a new face washcloth, washed it in the water, twisted it half dry, and took it over to wipe Feng Mian.

"Song Xiang, let your servants do these things!"

Song Xiang curled his lips: "We are married and we are serious wives. Besides, what's wrong with me serving my husband?"

Feng Mian pursed his lips: "A husband has always served his wife, how can a wife serve her husband?"

"Don't tell me, Song Xiang's husband is sick or injured, so I have to take care of him myself!"

"loquacious!"

Song Xiang smiled while wiping: "After you went to the medical clinic, what did the doctor say?"

"The doctor said it was just a bruise on the skin, no vital damage, just take care of it and it will be fine!"

"That's good!" Song Xiang exhaled, "I was scared to death at the time. When I saw the blood in Ting Xun's hand, I felt like my heart was going to jump out of my throat! Don't scare me like this in the future!"

Feng Mian nodded, feeling very worried: Song Xiang is actually worried about me, she is worried about me...

"My wife..."

He stared at Song Xiang blankly and deliberately changed his title.

"I am here!"

"Ting Xun was also frightened. Won't you comfort him?" Feng Mian mentioned it deliberately, wanting to see Song Xiang's reaction.

But Song Xiang was busy wiping him, and when he heard this, he just frowned, but his subordinates did not stop for a moment: "It's really strange, and there is someone who pushed his wife out!"

Feng Mian's face turned red with shame, and he explained, "Although I'm jealous, I don't know how he feels about you."

"He is alone now and his thoughts are all on his wife. How can I turn a blind eye!"

Song Xiang paused on his hands and said, "Can we discuss this matter after we pass the exam?"

"Okay!" Seeing Song Xiang's evasive look, Feng Mian had no choice but to change his subject, "Can the wife tell me her whereabouts last night now?"

Song Xiang laughed and said calmly: "Sister Zhou heard someone talk about the top talent of a Goulanwashe, so she asked me to listen to a little song. Who knew that she had hired a waiter that night and wouldn't come back? After talking to the top guy there, I passed the curfew and slept alone in the private room for one night."

Hearing that he was sleeping in the private room, Feng Mian forced a smile and asked, "Is the top guy there handsome?"

Song Xiang's heart trembled, this was a proposition!

Fortunately, she had some ink in her stomach, so she would not suffer from the loss of writing, so she smiled and said: "How can I be as handsome as my husband!"

"Just keep your heart in your stomach! I'm just going to have a drink and socialize, I'm not going to sleep with a brothel boy!"

Feng Mian was almost ashamed to death when he heard this. He didn't expect that Song Xiang would even say something as private as sleeping. While he was embarrassed, he felt more at ease with Song Xiang.

Song Xiang finished wiping Feng Mian's body and then said, "I'll ask Deng Zhu to bring you a set of close-fitting clothes. Your body is stained with blood and you can't wear it anymore."

"How about I go back to the room and change myself!"

Song Xiang held him down and said, "You are my husband now. It is natural for you to sleep here. You should not move back and forth."

"My wife...are you going to sleep with me tonight?" Feng Mian's heart was beating loudly, and his breathing became a little faster.

"Otherwise?" Song Xiang asked, "I can't just throw you to Dengzhu and sleep alone!"

"If you don't want me to sleep on the couch, I can sleep on the floor!" Song Xiang threw the handkerchief into the basin, washed it, wrung it out and said, "Anyway, I won't leave your side!"

Feng Mian's hand on the quilt tightened, and after thinking for a long time, he said something that made him extremely ashamed: "Then my wife, please sleep on the couch with me!"

Song Xiang curled his lips and opened the door: "Dengzhu, send your young master's clothes over here! Then ask the kitchen to bring in some food."

Dengzhu replied from a distance.

Then he closed the door and sat next to Feng Mian: "What do you want to eat? I'll feed you later!"

"My wife, what I hurt is my head, not my hand!" Feng Mian said with a sweet heart, "My wife, please stop busy and sit down with me for a while!"

"You can't take medicine that promotes blood circulation and remove blood stasis these days, right?"

Feng Mian responded gently and said, "The medicine for dressing is at Ting Xun's place. I'll ask Deng Zhu to get it later."

"Okay! Listen to you!"

Dengzhu and Taro brought clothes and food.

Song Xiang walked to the door and asked Taro, "Have you sent it to Mr. Wei?"

"delivered!"

Song Xiang asked again: "At that time, something happened to Feng Mian. I ignored Mo Fan, who was holding the horse for me. Did he follow me?"

"Go back to Miss, my servant took him to Dengzhu's room and is waiting for your instructions!"

"Well, you let Dengzhu teach him for two days, and then let him serve Mr. Wei first!"

"Then this slave will go down and make arrangements now?"

"Go!"

Song Xiang closed the door, took Feng Mian's portion of food to the small table next to the couch, and put it down. He helped Feng Mian up and made him half-sit on the bed. He said thoughtfully, "Don't move any more. I'll feed you." you eat."

Feng Mian did not refuse. Seeing Song Xiang scooping up a spoonful of cornmeal and bringing it to his mouth, he hurriedly took the spoon and ate the rice into his mouth.

Song Xiang took another spoonful of braised white mushrooms and fed it to him. After seeing him eat it, he then scooped out a spoonful of mixed crab meat. After the meal, Feng Mian ate particularly obediently.

"I've finished eating. You go and eat quickly!" Feng Mian glanced at the unheated food on the table and frowned, "Why don't you let Dengzhu reheat the food for you?"

"No!" Song Xiang walked to the table and sat down to eat.

Feng Mian leaned on the bedpost and looked at Song Xiang, feeling that the years were peaceful.

After Song Xiang finished eating, he asked Taro to clear away the dishes, brought in a cup for mouthwash, changed the basin of hot water, and scrubbed it.

Wei Tingxun listened to Song Xiang's side and then came over with Feng Mian's medicine.

"Song Xiang~"

Wei Tingxun knocked on the open door and walked in: "Is Feng Mian feeling better? Let me change your dressing?"

Song Xiang took the porcelain vase and gauze silk from Wei Tingxun's hand and said with a smile: "You sit down! I'll change them for him!"