"No more laundry next time!" Zhuang Xun had a distressed expression on his face, and his heart twitched in pain.
He held Siqin Mi's green-white jade hand. At the first joint on the back of the fingers, there was a circular opening of about one centimeter on each of the index and middle fingers, revealing the scarlet tender meat inside.
"It's because I'm incompetent, I can't even wash clothes well." Si Qin Mi turned her face away, and her fair face turned red. She didn't know whether it was from shame, shyness, or both.
"Madam, you are so capable. I have already forgotten that you are the eldest lady of a high family. You have never washed clothes before." Zhuang Xun's face was filled with distress, and these two small words seemed to be opening on his heart.
"She's just a concubine, but she has never washed her clothes." Si Qin Mi wanted to take out her hand, but she never thought that Zhuang Xun's eyes were so good. She came in and prepared to bandage them, but she didn't expect that just the strip of cloth had been covered with Found.
"Go to the medical clinic." Zhuang Xun took her hand and pulled her and said.
"If you go to the hospital with a wound like this, you'll be laughed to death. I won't go there!" Si Qin Mi's face felt a little hot, and she could feel Zhuang Xun's worry and distress.
She had never washed clothes before, so she washed them the way she usually washed her face. She didn't expect that her skin was delicate and the clothes were rough. She washed and rubbed the skin off her knuckles many times.
"If you don't want to go, I'll go. Do you want to buy some alcohol? If the wound is not deep, you shouldn't use it, but you still need to wash it with water." Zhuang Xun stood up. He did not force Si Qin Mi and walked towards the medical center by himself. go.
"Lang Jun, alas..." Si Qinmi put down his hand and looked at Zhuang Xun's back as he hurriedly left. For a moment, he held the cloth and didn't know what to say.
Taking two steps at a time, he went to the best medical clinic in the city and happened to meet Li Rusi who was prescribing medicine. However, Zhuang Xun had no time to pay attention to her and didn't even bother to say hello. He bought some plaster for trauma and ran back home.
Panting and sweating on his forehead, Zhuang Xun came back and saw Siqin Mi still hanging out clothes. He grabbed Siqin Mi's hand and pulled her into the house.
"You're already hurt, why are you messing around?" Zhuang Xun held her down and sat her down on the bed.
"It's not a big injury. It's just a scratch. It'll be fine in a few days." Si Qinmi was not a woman who prided herself on being delicate. She couldn't stand Zhuang Xun's serious treatment for a small scratch.
"Apply the medicine first." Zhuang Xun raised her jade finger. Compared with the green-white jade finger, the tender flesh turned out more, like a few more scars on her fair face.
"It's really not a serious injury. The scar will heal in a few days." Siqin Mi felt a little panicked when she saw Zhuang Xun playing with her hand and Zhuang Xun's expression showing distress.
Zhuang Xun made such a fuss out of love for her. Of course she understood that an ignorant woman would find a man annoying. She was obviously not such a brainless woman. Only when she understood could she feel that her husband was kind and that the other party really regarded her as To love and care for your wife is not just to fulfill your responsibilities.
The finger was covered with cold plaster, and then the wound became warm. The reflection in his eyes showed Zhuang Xun carefully applying the plaster, as if he was afraid of hurting her. He moved gently, smearing the index finger, and now the middle finger.
In Zhuang Xun's warm palm, the palm was so hot that there was nowhere to put it. Her bright eyes were full of charm, but it was a pity that Zhuang Xun, who lowered his head and concentrated on playing with her hand, could not see it.
This scene is absolutely beautiful, not only because of Si Qin Mi’s stunning beauty, but also because of the dazzling true feelings emanating from her. The beauty is as shy as a plum, and the man is deeply affectionate.
After Zhuang Xun finished smearing her wound, he took out a handkerchief with his unbroken right hand and wiped the fine sweat on Zhuang Xun's forehead.
"Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Lang." Many words condensed in his throat, and finally he spat out a decent thank you.
There is a line between her and Zhuang Xun, a line of defense that he respects but cannot get past.
She had long since lost all affection for Duke Zhenguo Lu Buming, and any remaining feelings would probably only be painful and helpless.
When she was implicated and a disaster was imminent, she handed herself over to protect herself. She said that in order to save the lives of the entire Duke's palace, she made an agreement with herself before the arrest that she wanted to see him in the underworld. She tried to dissuade him, but he said that he would let her bear witness to his true feelings. However, she was here The bride has been married in prison, and she has a secret pregnancy. The execution ground is severe and no one sees her farewell. When she reaches the underworld, she sees a letter of divorce.
She is not a little girl who has been toyed with by love. If the other party treats her like this, she still needs to understand that the other party's behavior is guided by her mother? Do you understand that the other person is in love with a beautiful woman while she is starving in prison? Do you understand that the other person writes a letter of divorce and marries another bride when her body is left unattended?
Regardless of the process, this relationship has been severed. In her heart, she has eliminated Lu Buming in the netherworld. If she still has feelings in this situation, she wants to renew the relationship. She doesn't even look down on herself. What a spineless person. Bitch, you have to be a bitch to find excuses for the other person.
But facing Zhuang Xun, as steady as she was, she didn't know what to do. The emotion of repaying gratitude took up the majority, and the responsibilities of husband and wife accounted for the remaining half.
Compared to the first time they met, Zhuang Xun became more and more beautiful in her eyes. She knew that beauty was in the eye of the beholder, and she was probably a little in love with this gentle-looking husband who was sincere in his feelings.
If they had made peace from the beginning and acted as husband and wife, they would not have been so entangled. However, Zhuang Xun became seriously ill in order to bury him. He missed the opportunity and there was no scene anymore. The other party restrained himself and returned to the ceremony, fearing that he would offend the beauty. He was worried in his heart. There is both the fear of accepting a new relationship, the inferiority complex of remarrying, and the slightest bit of female reserve.
Zhuang Xun's friendship was too heavy. She had already wanted to break her body to repay him, but now she still had to accept his love.
He treats himself not just as a wife, but as a loving wife, as a lover for the rest of his life. He is trying his best to fall in love with himself in his own way, which is not only a responsibility but also an obligation.
So this made her feel even more guilty. Her love for him could not be compared with his love for her, and she didn't know what to do.
She also wanted to express herself so boldly and unrestrainedly, and accepted Zhuang Xun not only because he was her husband, but because she loved him, his obedience and disobedience, his generosity and ignorance...
But she couldn't express it. How could she express it? As a remarried wife and a benefactor, no matter what she said, she felt that it was mixed with feelings of gratitude and responsibility.
So she could only watch Zhuang Xun approaching her cautiously, caring about her husband and taking care of her emotions, and she felt even more guilty.
Si Qinmi wanted to tell him, be bolder. You are my husband, your husband, and my benefactor. You can be more bold.
But now I feel like I'm bound by several chains, and I can't even say such flattering words.
How could she be worthy of Zhuang Xun's devoted treatment and his exclusive favor? This was an endless cycle with no solution.
"I'll cook dinner tonight and you can rest. You're not allowed to work until you're well!" Zhuang Xun grabbed her hands that were wiping sweat and put her two pairs of delicate jade hands in his palms.
"Why? This is really nothing serious. Don't be too pampered." Si Qinmi refused. This was not a serious injury and he needed to rest.
"There is no reason. I am your husband and you are mine. Just listen to what I say!" Zhuang Xun held Siqin Mi's hands, lowered his head and kissed the back of the porcelain white hands.
"What a beautiful hand. I feel so bad if it's broken." Zhuang Xun softened his words again.
"Yes." Si Qin Mi looked at Zhuang Xun blankly, the heat from her breath was still on the back of her hands. She smiled lightly, cute and cute.
