Substitute unspoken rules

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Xin Shangzhi nodded and held Song Yike's hand tightly.

He knew that Song Yike's childhood life was not as simple as what he heard. There were many things that Song Yi didn't want to say, but he knew.

The two of them lay on their side for quite a while, before Song Yike lazily got up and said, "Grandpa has to wait."

"Come on, let's go home."

The two went down the mountain hand in hand, as expected by Song Yi, his grandfather was pacing anxiously in the pavilion.

Seeing that the two had returned, he asked, "Why is it taking so long, I'm so anxious."

"I thought you were lost."

Xin Shangzhi comforted, "It's okay, Grandpa."

"We're just going a little slower."

Grandpa Song had noticed early in the morning that Xin Shang was holding his foot wrongly, but now he didn't see that he was seriously injured, so he didn't say anything.

Leading the two young lovers to go home.

After going up and down the mountain twice, Xin Shangzhi's feet really couldn't bear it.

As soon as he got home, Song Yike dragged him back to the bedroom, and before he could react, he had already hugged him and threw him on the bed.

Xin Shangzhi didn't feel that his feet were serious, he thought it wouldn't be enough for Song Yike to see that he was uncomfortable.

Not to the point of letting him hug her.

But being hugged like this in a trance, he was a little panicked:

"Oh baby, what are you doing?"

"Put me down quickly, how can you hug me you."

It was the first time for Xin Shangzhi to have such an experience, Song Yike's sudden action made him both panicked and pleasantly surprised.

Song Yike, like Xin Shangzhi, threw him on the bed without any explanation, and gave him an indifferent expression by the way.

"Will you die if you hug it?"

"Can't you still hug your own wife?" Song Yike pressed Xin Shangzhi on the bed aggressively, and then took off his shoes.

Xin Shangzhi was baffled by this move, and was sanctioned before Song Yike called him his daughter-in-law before he could react.

Song Yi didn't care how rich Xin Shangzhi's inner activities were at the moment, he reached out to pick up a ribbon on the bedside table and tied him up.

Xin Shangzhi really panicked this time, he moved his wrist and begged:

"Baby, daughter-in-law, we have something to discuss, why are you tying me up?"

"Let go of me first, and promise you everything, okay?"

Song Yike took a pillow and threw it on Xin Shangzhi, and replied directly, "Shut up."

Then he lowered his head and checked the big blisters on Xin Shang's feet.

From the perspective of Xin Shangzhi lying on his back, this is really a horrifying scene. He couldn't help stretching his legs and hooking Song Yike, wanting to say something to beg for mercy.

But Song Yi didn't give him this chance at all, he stretched out his hand and slapped him away, and ordered: "Be honest with me."

After Song Yike finished speaking, he went straight out, not even willing to close the door for him.

After Song Yike walked for a long time, Xin Shangzhi realized that there was pain in his foot, and it was still a hot pain.

He struggled to sit up, stretched his neck and looked at his feet, and there were indeed several frighteningly large blisters.

Song Yike went out for a long time before he found some herbs to treat the wound. When he returned to the room again, he saw Xin Shangzhi's funny sitting posture.

He felt distressed and funny at the same time, he endured it for a long time before he sighed, found a stool and sat down next to Xin Shangzhi.

He gently rolled up Xin Shangzhi's trouser legs, and said, "Baby, lie down."

"Don't look at it, if you don't deal with it, it's time for inflammation."

Xin Shangzhi blinked, inexplicably feeling something was wrong,:

"Baby, why do you still call me baby?"

"This is obviously my exclusive name for you!"

Song Yike cut lightly, and replied:

"Can't you call?"

"Then what should I call you?"

Xin Shangzhi said "Hey", moved to the edge of the bed, and said:

"Of course you are my wife, you are my daughter-in-law, you have to call me husband!"

Song Yi didn't refute anymore, but gave a soft "hmm" and said to Xin Shangzhi:

"Put your feet up!"

Xin Shangzhi obeyed obediently and kept his mouth open:

"Baby, daughter-in-law!"

"Wife!"

Song Yike didn't even lift his eyelids, and asked:

"What are you doing!"

Xin Shangzhi put down his legs, rubbed against Song Yike, and said, "Untie me!"

Song Yike gave a "tsk", and said fiercely on purpose:

"To shut up!"

"Lie down for me!"

Song Yi ignored Xin Shangzhi, stirred the ointment in his hand, and lifted Xin Shangzhi's leg onto his own.

Xin Shangzhi twisted awkwardly, and asked again: "It hurts, let me untie it!"

"Baby, please!"

"OK!"

Song Yike glanced at Xin Shangzhi's reddened wrist, his face couldn't hold back anymore, he sighed softly, and said, "Don't move!"

Song Yike sat on the edge of the bed, took off the strap on Xin Shangzhi's wrist, and gently blew on his red wrist.

Xin Shangzhi felt the itching on his wrist, and felt itching in his heart.

Song Yike leaned over and kissed Xin Shangzhi's lips, and said:

"Don't be so brave all the time, okay?"

"Why do you always do this, every time!"

"I will feel bad when you are hurt, don't you know?"

Xin Shangzhi kissed back and said:

"No, don't be angry!"

"Don't dare next time, I won't, ah, don't be angry!"

Song Yike curled his lips and said, "Liar, never did you say that!"

"I asked you and you didn't tell me!"

"Which time have you reassured me that you won't tell me what happens next time, and you will be alone!"

"What do you think of me!"

Xin Shangzhi felt a little guilty, he was hiding many things from Song Yike right now.

But he can't really tell Song Yike about these things, otherwise it will be fine.

He lowered his voice and hurriedly coaxed:

"No, no more!"

"Really, don't be angry!"

Song Yike took a bite on Xin Shangzhi's chin, and said:

"It can't be like this anymore!"

"I won't hide anything from you anymore, but you even want to hide this little thing from me, and you still have to be brave!"

Xin Shangzhi gave a soft "um" and promised that it would not happen, but what he thought in his heart was that after he finished all these troublesome things, he promised that it would not happen!

Seeing Xin Shangzhi's sincere expression, Song Yike stopped fussing with him and picked up the medicine again.

He reached out and hooked Xin Shangzhi's leg up and placed it on his own, and then blew gently.

Xin Shangzhi blushed a little, moved his feet a little, and said:

"Honey, I'll do it myself!"

Then he reached out to pick up the black ball of medicine that Song Yike held in his hand.

Song Yike avoided his hand, and then ordered:

"Don't move, sit still!"

"Would you know you!"

"Poke the blisters for me later, and you'll have to blame yourself!"