Xiqing as usual GL

Resting my chin in one hand, I took the clothes back, and I asked in confusion, "What do you want this clothes for?"

She sat on the stool, her hair was still wet and hung on her shoulders, every time she shook her head, there would be a faint fragrance, "Do you know how to wash and mend clothes?"

Isn't this nonsense?Do I still have to worry if I want to meet?Not for you.In order not to let Zifen know that I was injured, I didn't let her come over to clean up the house today. If she finds out that the house is in a mess and there is a bloody dress on the bed, she might be frightened to some extent.In order not to be disturbed by her in the college, I still choose not to tell her.

"Do you think I will?"

I asked her back.She was not annoyed, she pulled my clothes with one hand, and said, "It's because I know you can't, that I asked you to give me the clothes. It's because I broke it, and I will be responsible for repairing it."

She was about to go out with her clothes, I hurriedly called her, "Are you still awake at this late hour? Where else are you planning to go?"

She turned her head and said naturally, "Naturally I'm going to wash your clothes."

I jumped up and closed the door before she could go out.Turning around, he said, "Sister, it's so late. Don't run around. It's just a piece of clothing. Don't bother, just give it to me, I'll just throw it away."

She stretched out her hand to grab the clothes, but she ran away one step ahead of me.She stood by the bed and said with a gentle smile, "You are a lady, a piece of clothing is nothing. But I broke it, so I have the responsibility to mend it. After I mend it, I will throw it away." It's up to you if you want to tear it apart."

I stood in front of the table and said unhappily, "I am also doing it for your own good, go to bed first, don't run around at this late hour, besides, I have always slept alone, if you wait for me to fall asleep before moving around, I will be easy I was woken up, so for you and myself, let's go to sleep now."

She looked at the gap in the clothes and then at my shoulders, then approached me, put the clothes on the table and sat aside, and said, "Is the wound really big? Show me, I'll give you medicine. "

Afraid that the bloody wound and the exposed flesh would frighten her, I quickly said, "It's not a problem, it's not a problem. Okay, don't talk about this and that, go to sleep, you've been tired all day, don't read books today. Go to bed early , I will be energetic tomorrow.”

I hurriedly wanted to run to the bed, but she grabbed my shoulder and happened to grab my wound, and I screamed in pain.But immediately covered his mouth.In the dead of night, such a big movement would scare the people around.

With a look on my face, I asked, "Sister, what do you want to do?"

She slowly withdrew her hand, not knowing whether she was frightened by my appearance or by my injury, in short, she replied in a low voice, "I, I just want to give you medicine."

She hung her head, and there was a faint fragrance in her hair.Disturbing mind.I don't know if I should be angry or not.There is always a little bit of anger.

"Don't worry about me. Go to sleep. Otherwise, we won't sleep well tonight."

Turning around and walking to the head of the bed, she heard her whisper again, "I heard that it is better not to touch the wound with water, so you didn't take a bath just now? Is it really all right as you said?"

When I was at home, I always climbed trees so I was often injured. My mother said that it is better not to touch the wound with water, so try not to touch it if possible.What happened by the water tank in the afternoon was actually beyond my expectations, but it was worth it to see her smile.

Now that the wound is healing, I am so tired that I don't want to take a bath.

But does she think I'm not taking a bath purely because of the wound?Does she feel guilty?

I don't want her to feel guilty or sad, and I don't want her to bear anything for me.

"I was exhausted from being abused by my wife today. It's not a wound. This small injury is normal for me."

Collapsing on the bed, I've never found a bed so cute.Sure enough, people still have to suffer before they feel that they are in blessings.

The pile of books was still high, she went to the bed and put the clothes on her closet, seeing me lying there motionless, Fang said, "Why don't you show me your wound?"

I turned my head and saw her standing there, looking at me frowning, it was that pitiful face again...

My heart softened, "I'm just afraid that you won't be able to stand the bloody smell. I will apply the medicine myself, so don't worry."

She sat on the bed with her back to me.Just when I was about to fall asleep, I heard her sigh suddenly, her voice was as thin as smoke, "I will call you Lanlou from now on, please?"

Without even thinking about it, I replied stickily, "En. Okay. Xiaochi."

He fell asleep in a daze.I'm not worried about what will happen to her tonight.It's neither windy nor rainy today.I even went through the house while she was in the shower, and locked all the sharp tools I could use into my bedside cabinet.And I already knew her.How could she still hurt me?Even if it hurts unconsciously, I believe I won't blame her.

His hands and feet were as weak as if he couldn't control them, or there was pain from his bones.Sour and numb.

Damn master, why are you abusing me?Although it was a safe night, I had a nightmare and a good dream.The nightmare is that I was screwed by that old master.He copied the Four Books ten times as a punishment.Picked water for another month.The dream is that I messed up my wife, kicked him into the water tank, and put a bunch of snakes, insects, rats and ants in his room.He got a headache when he saw me, and he didn't dare to mess with me.

Sure enough, good dreams are all fantasies.Nightmares are all real.

When I woke up in the morning, it was very bright.Because there are piles of books, I have a lot of rules in my sleeping position.He raised his hand to see if his wound was pressed or scratched.It turned out that the wound was well wrapped.It's not like the one I wrapped myself, as if it was chewed by a dog.Is this the difference between people?

The candlelight was still flickering, I turned my head and lay down on the pile of books, looking at the sleeping person, "You are really disobedient."

She still held my dress in her hand, and the needle was half in the dress and half in her hand.

Carefully pulling out the clothes and putting them aside, I lifted her quilt up to cover her body.

She fell asleep deeply, one can imagine how tired she was.Through the book, I touched the hair on her cheek with my hand, "Stupid, I told you to go to bed early, but you are good, you can do everything well."

The wound on the arm, the clothes that are about to be mended.Does this woman have to be so responsible to the end?

I just hope she's not too tired, but she doesn't appreciate it at all.Is it really good to be exhausted?