Yan Funing moved her legs to avoid his touch.
As a modern person, it’s no big deal if someone sees my legs.
What's more, she covered her thighs, and only her knees and calves were visible to him.
But this man was pedantic, conceited, and somewhat inexplicable. She never knew when he would start preaching about the importance of proper separation between men and women and about modesty, which made her feel uneasy.
Fu Ciyi stood up and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you want a bandage?"
Yan Funing tucked the corner of the quilt under her legs and said, "No, there's no need to bandage the broken skin. This way it will heal faster. I just don't know if it will leave scars."
When she said this, her voice was filled with tears and sounded weak and delicate.
Hearing this, Fu Ciyi frowned.
After a pause, she continued, "Scars on my palms and knees will make me look ugly."
Fu Ciyi: "Did you fall on the bridge just now?"
Fu Nan just washed it badly.
At that moment, Yan Funing let go of my hand: "The wound healed very badly, the scar is very light and faint, it can be seen by looking at it."
It's not the way you look when you cry that's really tempting.
Fu Nan wanted to take a shower at Fu's house, so he took an umbrella and went to his home to get dry clothes.
In the kitchen, Xu Jiazhao washed the rice and put it in the pot.
In the kitchen, Yan Funing washed a radish and cut it into chunks with a slanting knife. She also cut some more bacon, this time into thick slices.
It was getting dark.
Cook rice on the bottom of the rice rack and steam vegetables underneath the rice rack, all in one pot.
When I wanted to come out, I had no choice but to put on my wet outer pants.
At this moment, I was only wearing a pair of shorts.
Although I had no parents to teach me, fortunately I learned well, was an honest person, and had a simple mind.
Fu Nan seems like a fool.
Xu Jiazhao raised his left hand again, and used the tip of his little finger to wipe away the tears from your face.
Such a soft tofu-like face, it's so naughty to touch.
"Touch, touch, touch your face."
As he spoke, he looked up and saw two big, white, tender feet outside the water, which looked disgusting.
Soon it turned into two streams of tears, flowing down.
The eyes that were already sparkling were instantly filled with a layer of mist, which gathered into large tears and fell down.
Thinking this way, I dared to do it.
But you are made of water, no matter how much I wipe away my tears, they will just dry up.
Yan Funing was surprised: "Are you wearing clothes?"
Aliyao was stunned for a moment when she saw the naked Fu Nan. She shouted, "You lecher, why is he wearing clothes?"
I just know if I pinch you, will you cry?
During the meal, Yan Funing asked what the quarrel was about.
"Fu Ciyi!" Aliyao was annoyed, "It's you who wanted to see it again."
Yan Funing choked. Isn't it common for people to talk like me?
I'm touching your face.
Fu Ciyi retorted to you: "Don't let him look at this."
Seeing that Fu Nan was not in the main hall, Aliyao shouted at the top of her voice: "Fu Nan, come to the main hall and drink ginger soup."
Isn’t it to give him an umbrella?
Fu Beimo responded and took two burning pieces of firewood from the inner stove and stuffed them into the inner stove.
Tears were streaming down his face, but his expression was dazed.
Hearing the shouting, he ran to the main room, picked up the bowl and drank the ginger soup in small sips.
I still want to pinch it.
Then he said, "You have to take off your wet pants and wear them in Beimo's room. Go back and rinse them. There is no hook under the wall to hang clothes."
Fu Ciyi went to the toilet cubicle to wash first. When I came out after washing, Fu Nanzheng came back.
Aliyao glared at Fu Nan, who was concentrating on eating, and said angrily, "Yes, I put the dry clothes in the main room. Sister-in-law, did he call me stupid?"
Fu Beimo cleared his throat: "Do you want to add cold water to the foot basin?"
Yan Funing cleaned the pot where the ginger soup had been cooked and said to me in front of the stove, "Light up the other pot."
Aliyao divided the spoiled ginger soup into two bowls and brought them to the main room.
As you said this, you grabbed my right hand with both hands and looked carefully at the wound on my fingertips.
To be honest, I don't just hate seeing you cry, but I also hate hearing the sound of you crying.
Yan Funing was so embarrassed that she could only respond badly.
Fu Ciyi laughed: "Fu Nan, he is so stupid!"
"Bad, auntie."
Yan Funing was stunned.
In order to have enough food to eat, he knew how to take advantage of Bei Mo's viciousness and even asked our family to take me in. It can be seen that he is not stupid at all.
There is a faint voice in my heart shouting, "Make you cry!"
After reacting, he grabbed my hand and said, "Fu Beimo, he touched you!"
Wan Niang saw it, and besides, Fu Nan and Bei Mo were special, both of them were half a boy and half a girl, so what was the point of wearing clothes?
"Speaking of that, you're not angry at all." Xu Jiayao poked a piece of radish with chopsticks. "If Fu Nan hadn't put on his clothes and ran into the main room, you would have seen it all."
I suddenly felt depressed in my heart.
It was raining and there was little to do, so the Fu family had dinner a little late.
Fu Beimo seemed to see through your guess and said directly: "Fu Nan is so stupid that he wears pants."
But, standing like this, your beautiful face, as beautiful as a peach or plum, comes into my sight clearly and vaguely.
Don't start: "You want him to wipe it." Suddenly reacting, "He said it to you in a bad way. Who cut their finger with a kitchen knife?"
Yan Funing stepped back and took a piece of dried fish that had been sun-dried for a while, cut it into sections and placed it on a plate. She also cut some bok choy into sections and placed the slices of bacon underneath the vegetables.
If you pinch it with tears in your eyes, does it affect the feel?
Xu Jiazhao put his left hand behind his back, resisting the urge to pinch your face. However, with your right hand held, I could only stand there and let you examine the wound on my fingertips.
Aliyao pointed at my back and sneered, "I'm blushing. You're as skinny as a monkey. What's so bad about you?"
Fu Beimo paused with his slender fingers: "Hmm?"
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