"Why don't you take off your clothes? Aren't you hot?"
"It's okay, it's not hot." Shen Qingli hadn't noticed it last night, but now he saw him sleeping in the sweltering weather without taking off his clothes. Thinking back to when he took a shower today, he also said that he had taken a shower.
So I just gave her a bath in the stuffy bathroom with my clothes on.
When he changed his clothes, he turned his back to her so that she wouldn't see him. Shen Qingli seemed to have realized that something was wrong with him and pulled off his clothes.
The voice trembled slightly: "Take it off."
Meng Xiao held his clothes tightly with one hand, and stopped her hand with the other, teasing her in a nonchalant tone:
"What are you doing? You're still in confinement. I want to wait until you're out of confinement to give it to you. Be good."
Shen Qingli already had a guess, and now she just wanted to see under his clothes and didn't want to fall for his tricks.
She sat up and stared at him expressionlessly: "Take it off." Meng Xiao didn't move, she just stared at him.
In the end, Meng Xiao looked away and was the first to give in. He unbuttoned his shirt one by one until he completely took it off.
When Shen Qingli looked at the gauze on his arm that was oozing with blood, the tears in his eyes fell down.
There were many wounds on Meng Xiao's body, and she knew every one of them like the back of her hand. This was the first time she saw a wound that had not yet healed.
She stroked it lightly with her fingertips: "Did you think you could hide it?"
Meng Xiao leaned back, his tone clearly feigning casualness:
"I didn't intend to hide it from you. I wanted to wait until it healed before telling you."
"Does it hurt?" She was heartbroken.
"It doesn't hurt. It's almost scabbed over."
Seeing Shen Qingli take out a bottle of spiritual spring liquid, he shook his head and used his other uninjured arm to hold her and lie down.
"No, it's just a minor injury. It would be a waste to use that. Do you mind the scar on my body? If you do, I'll drink it."
Meng Xiao never cared about the scars on his body, but he was afraid that his little girl would be scared and disgusted.
I asked her more than once, and every time she would gently kiss his scar. She said, this is your medal. I feel sad but I am more proud of you.
Shen Qingli snuggled in his arms and hugged him back, shaking her head without saying a word.
She knew that his scars were his medals, the result of his unquenchable passion and love.
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