The moon is bright, the stars are sparse, and the breeze is gentle.
Inside the small bamboo building, the air was hot and dry, with an ambiguous atmosphere flowing and rolling. The girl was sobbing and complaining.
"Baru...be gentle..."
"I didn't even use any strength... Nan Xiaoxi... you're so useless..."
"Be gentle..."
ah--
Following the girl's exclamation, the sound of demolition in the small bamboo building that had been ringing in the middle of the night suddenly stopped. The cold incandescent light dispelled the charming dark night, and the shirtless man sat up nervously.
"What's wrong, Xixi?" Balu looked nervously at his little wife who was sweating profusely and had knitted brows. He didn't know where to put his hands. He had obviously been very restrained, so how could this happen?
"My stomach hurts..." Nanxi's face turned pale. She curled up in a ball, clutching her stomach, tears streaming down her cheeks. "It's all your fault..."
"Blame me, blame me, baby, I'm the bastard." Baru's face was dark, he was at a loss, and reached out to hug her.
"Don't touch me--" Nanxi was in so much pain that her consciousness was blurred, but she still refused subconsciously.
"Go to the hospital!" The man's handsome face was tense. He picked up the pajamas thrown on the ground and put them on her in a few seconds. He just put on a pair of shorts and rushed to the hospital with her in his arms like crazy.
At 3:00 AM in the morning, the emergency room of the Jingdong People's Hospital in Daqili was surrounded by a group of armed soldiers. A fierce man with his upper body naked rushed into the treatment room, holding an unconscious girl in his arms. Without saying a word, he pointed a gun at the doctor on duty.
"Call your best doctor to treat my wife. If you can't cure her, I'll skin you alive."
The doctor was frightened by the ferocious appearance of these soldiers and quickly called an expert over.
The moment the door of the treatment room was closed, Balu was held back by Biaozi and Natu so that he would not kick the door open, and he followed in to watch.
"Along, calm down and don't go in and cause trouble." Na Tu used all his strength to pull his good brother who was collapsing and losing his mind.
"Go away! My wife is timid and delicate. What if they hurt her?" Baru's eyes were bloodshot, and his muscles, which were full of strength, were twisted with blue veins, looking very scary.
"You fucking knew and still took him to the hospital?" Na Tu was furious, clamping his elbow around Baru's neck. "Women are all delicate. Even if they try to be careful, they'll still get hurt. You have such a big, strong hand that you can break someone's neck. Don't you know how to be more restrained?"
The irritable and regretful man angrily shook off his good brother's hands and kicked the lounge chair next to him. The chair, made of unknown material, was instantly deformed by the kick.
After finally waiting for the doctor to come out, the man, on the verge of madness, rushed over like a wild beast out of control, "How is my wife?"
The middle-aged female doctor looked at the young man nervously, and understood what was going on. She pushed her glasses and remained calm.
"The patient's progesterone level ruptured. Fortunately, he was sent to the hospital in time. He's been given hemostatics. He just needs to rest... cough cough cough..." The doctor coughed twice, stole a glance at the man's muscular body with bulging veins, and added with a stiff upper lip, "Young people should try to exercise restraint during sex and avoid excessive sexual activity..."
For the first time, the carefree man nodded obediently like a child who had made a mistake, and listened carefully to the doctor's instructions.
"Along, you're a real good kid." He hit his good brother in the chest with a hammer, "Go in and comfort him. Don't blame me for not warning you. If you leave a psychological shadow on someone, you won't even be around the bed."
After saying that, he glanced at his good brother with sympathy, grabbed Biaozi by the back of the neck and walked out, "What are you doing here, a single dog? Go and wait outside."
Balut walked into the ward with his hands and feet trembling, and each step seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.
When the girl on the bed saw him come in, she glared at him fiercely, turned over to face the wall, and said nothing.
"Wife~" Baru squatted beside the bed and touched her head with concern, "Does it hurt?"
Nanxi didn't say anything, only the slight rise and fall of her back could tell that she was crying softly.
"Wife, don't cry." He still didn't know how to coax a woman, and he could only come up with this sentence after racking his brains.
"Get out, I don't want to see you." The girl with her back to him spoke aggrievedly.
"Don't say that, baby. If I leave, you will be alone and helpless. Who will take care of you?" What he said was the truth, but it inexplicably made Nanxi even more sad.
"It's all your fault, Baru. You're so mean... wuwu... You always bully me... I hate you so much..."
Nanxi could no longer hold it in, and her soft sobs turned into desperate tears, accusing the man of his "crimes" as she spoke.
Baru pursed his lips tightly, listening to her grievances quietly, until she cried until she had no more strength, then he reached out and pulled her into his arms.
"The environment here is not good, let's go home."
He held the person firmly in his arms, carefully wrapped her in a thin blanket, and did not let go all the way.
When they returned to the small bamboo house, it was already dawn. The man put the person who had fallen asleep from crying herself to bed and walked out with a gloomy face.
"Buy the ingredients I gave you." He told Biaozi to go shopping, and he went into the kitchen and started to clean up without saying a word.
By the time Biaozi came back with his purchases, the kitchen had already been cleaned up.
He had never cooked before, so he followed the instructions online, step by step, and chopped wood in the yard silently.
Nanxi was awakened by hunger.
She opened her eyes drowsily and saw the man waiting quietly beside her, holding her little hand.
"Baby, are you awake? Are you hungry?" Baru asked gently.
"I'm hungry." Although the eldest lady was upset, she would not treat herself badly and asked confidently, "Is there anything to eat?"
"I made some chicken soup for you!" Baru lowered his head and kissed her forehead. "Wait, it will be ready soon."
The man came in with a bowl of clear soup noodles. It didn't look very good, but it smelled pretty good. Nanxi was lying on the bed, watching him sit over.
"Baby, open your mouth, I'll feed you." Balu had never served anyone before, and he clumsily picked up a chopstick of noodles with his rough fingers holding the gun and stuffed it into Nanxi's mouth.
"Hot!" The young lady frowned, her distinct black and white eyes glaring at him angrily, "You're so stupid."
Baru was in an unusually good mood, with a barely perceptible smile on his lips. He withdrew his hand, blew on it, and then handed it over again, "Open your mouth."
The eldest lady found his good temper a little funny. Knowing that he was deliberately restraining his temper, she did not dare to act too much and opened her mouth to eat some noodles.
It tastes pretty good.
Nanxi finished half of the bowl of noodles and couldn't eat any more. She pushed his hand away and said, "I'm full."
"Eat more. You're as skinny as a chicken."
Ba Lu stubbornly believed that the main reason why she was often sick was because she was picky about food and didn't eat well.
The straight man's words irritated the young lady again, "You are the chicken, you annoying bastard."
Balu wondered if he was under some kind of evil spell. Why was he not angry when Nan Xiaoxi lost her temper with him? Instead, he felt inexplicably excited. Especially when he saw her glaring at him arrogantly, he couldn't help but want to kiss her.
"Nan Xiaoxi, I want to kiss you."
"Psycho—uh—"
Before Nanxi could react, the man held her in his arms and kissed her on the back of her head.
"Wife," after the kiss, the man, who was panting and restrained to the limit, had a dark look in his eyes, and rubbed his little wife's white and tender cheek with his thumb.
"Wife, I can no longer fight a battle without a way out..."
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