"Liu Yu, why is this so?"
Why so!
Clear tears slid down her chin. Xihe gently raised her hand, then suddenly froze. The dazzling snow-white hair made her freeze.
Liu Yu deeply absorbed the scent of her body, but as if it wasn't enough, he held Xi He into his arms.
"Madam, madam..."
The strong force caused Xihe some pain. His rough palms were inserted into his clothes, and he immediately pulled them out as if he was frightened. The young man's hands were trembling and his voice was panicked: "Madam, don't be angry, don't be angry. My husband will never touch you. I won't touch you." .”
"I am not angry……"
After saying this, Xihe suddenly burst into tears.
She reached out to hug him back, and her moist red lips trembled and fell on his lips: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Lips and teeth touched, surrounded by familiarity, Xihe eagerly hooked the young man's neck, and bitter tears fell on his lips. The young man licked her and suddenly let go of her.
"Madam?" he asked doubtfully.
Xihe nodded, feeling a little like crying again.
"Madam, are you back?" Seeing her nodding again, his eyes slowly turned red, and crystal tears filled his eyes. He seemed to want to laugh, but the tears fell.
"Can I hug you?" He tried to keep his eyes open to prevent tears from blurring his vision.
Xihe jumped directly into his arms.
Liu Yu immediately hugged her in his arms, gently but with a force that he did not dare to touch.
Xihe immediately felt distressed. How often before had he wanted to rub her into his arms? He had broken his legs and his hands were dishonest, lighting fires everywhere, teasing her until she was confused and fascinated, and then he raised his eyebrows and chuckled.
"Let me look at your legs." Thinking of his legs, Xihe stood up immediately.
Liu Yu didn't stop her, his eyes were incredibly gentle, and he let her put her hand on her leg to heal the wound.
"And Dantian."
Thinking of Dantian, Xihe stepped forward and took off his clothes again, only to see that the originally flawless skin had large and small wounds and scratches, old and new, criss-crossing, which was particularly scary.
"you!"
Xihe wanted to scold him, but saw that he looked extremely well-behaved and had no choice.
What can be done? You have to dig your own pot.
She gently used the Changchun Jue and used her spiritual power to heal the wound. Her skin became smooth again and her complexion improved.
"Don't do this again, I will feel bad." Xihe said.
Liu Yu nodded immediately and put his hands on her waist gently and tentatively. Seeing that she did not refuse, he immediately showed a happy expression on his face and put her in his arms like a baby.
Afraid that he would be tired from holding her, Xihe suggested: "How about we lie down?"
The young man immediately lifted the quilt obediently, lay down on his own, and let Xihe lie on his chest.
The bright red quilt fell down and inadvertently brushed against his cheek, causing a slight sting. Xihe frowned and touched it with his hand. Suddenly there was a small rustling sound, and a layer of dry stuff fell on his face.
Xihe:? ? ?
It doesn't seem to taste right either.
She sat up suddenly, rubbed her hand on the blood-red quilt, and then stretched it out in front of her. There were red particles with a faint smell of blood.
Xihe instantly stiffened.
She shook her hands and her voice was trembling: "What color is this quilt?"
The young man hugged her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder: "White."
Xihe trembled even more: "You, why are you doing this..."
Liu Yu still hugged her tenderly, and even rubbed his chin: "I want to dye a red brocade quilt myself, just like the one we had when we were newly married, bright and red."
Xihe was speechless. He only felt that the people in the teahouse were right and that he was indeed crazy.
