"Liu Yu, why is it like this?"
How could it be so!
Clear tears slid down to her chin. Xihe raised her hand slightly, but suddenly froze. The dazzling snow-white hair made her freeze.
Liu Yu deeply absorbed the scent from her body, but as if it was not enough, he embraced Xihe in his arms.
"My wife, my wife..."
The strong force caused Xihe some pain. His rough palm reached into her clothes, but he immediately pulled it out as if startled. The young man's hand trembled and his voice was panicked: "My lady, don't be angry, don't be angry. Your husband will never touch you, never touch you."
"I'm not angry..."
After saying this, Xihe suddenly burst into tears.
She reached out to hug him back, her wet red lips trembling as they fell on his lips: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
With their lips and teeth touching, Xihe was surrounded by familiarity. She eagerly hooked her arms around the young man's neck, and bitter tears meandered down onto his lips. The young man licked them and suddenly let her go.
"Madam?" he asked doubtfully.
Xihe nodded and felt like crying again.
"My dear, you are back?" Seeing her nod again, his eyes slowly turned red, and crystal tears filled his eyes. He seemed to want to laugh, but tears fell instead.
"Can I hug you?" He tried hard to keep his eyes open to prevent the tears from blurring his vision.
Xihe threw herself directly into his arms.
Liu Yu immediately held her in his arms, gently, not daring to touch her.
Xihe felt distressed immediately. Every time before, he wanted to hold her in his arms. Even though his legs were broken, his hands were still not honest. He set fires everywhere and teased her until she was confused and infatuated, and then she smiled with curved eyebrows.
"Let me see your legs." Thinking of his legs, Xihe immediately stood up.
Liu Yu did not 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 again and pulled off his clothes, but saw that his originally flawless skin was covered with wounds of various sizes, and scratches, new and old, crisscrossing each other, which was particularly scary.
"you!"
Xihe wanted to scold him, but seeing that he looked extremely well-behaved, she felt helpless.
What can I do? I have to take the blame for what I have done.
She gently performed the Changchun Jue, using her spiritual power to heal the wound, and her skin became smooth again and her complexion improved.
"Don't do this again in the future. It will make me sad." Xihe said.
Liu Yu nodded immediately and tentatively placed his hands on her waist. Seeing that she did not refuse, a happy expression immediately appeared on his face, and he held her in his arms like a baby.
Worried that he would get tired holding her, Xihe suggested, "How about we lie down?"
The young man immediately and obediently lifted the quilt, lay down, and let Xihe lie on his chest.
The bright red quilt fell down and accidentally brushed against his cheek, causing a slight sting. Xihe frowned and touched it with his hand. Suddenly, a small rustling sound was heard, and a layer of dry stuff fell on his face.
Xihe: ???
It seems the taste is not right either.
She sat up suddenly, rubbed the blood-red quilt with her hands, and then stretched them out in front of her. There were red particles with a faint smell of blood.
Xihe stiffened instantly.
Her hands were shaking, and her voice was trembling uncontrollably: "What color is this quilt?"
The young man hugged her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder: "White."
Xihe trembled even more violently: "You, why are you doing this..."
Liu Yu still held her gently, even rubbing his chin against hers: "I want to dye a red quilt myself, just like the one we had when we got married, bright red."
Xihe was speechless. He just felt that the people in the teahouse were right, he was indeed crazy.
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