At night, the moonlight outside was alluring and the oil lamp was on in the house. Jiang Niannian had just finished taking a shower and was about to go to bed when someone knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
"Nian Nian, it's me."
Jiang Niannian walked over and opened the door. Under the moonlight, Yin Buqi's face was smooth and white, so handsome that she was stunned for a moment.
"Nian Nian." Yin Buqi raised a shallow smile, with a bit of youthfulness: "I have been traveling all day today. I am sweating and feel a little uncomfortable. Can you help me take a bath?"
"Your wound is almost healed, you can wash it yourself." Jiang Niannian refused.
The wound on Yin Buqi's back cannot be exposed to water. Jiang Niannian helped him wash it in the past few days, but when she looked at it yesterday, it seemed to have scabbed over, and pink soft flesh had grown in the slightly lighter areas.
It wasn't that she was lazy. It was just that every time she helped him take a bath, she felt an inexplicable strange feeling in her heart, which tortured her...
Unexpectedly, the next second, Yin Buqi covered his mouth and coughed, and blood overflowed from his fingertips, the bloody color looked shocking.
Jiang Niannian was shocked: "Buqi, what's wrong with you?!"
Yin Buqi lowered his eyes and wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve. The thin and cold moonlight could not shine into his eyes, leaving a dark shadow. "It's okay. Maybe I moved too much when I was flying the sword today, and the wound on my back split open... Nian Nian should rest early. I can do it myself."
Yin Buqi turned and left, there was a bloodstain on the back of his clothes, and his back looked lonely.
Jiang Niannian chased after him in annoyance, feeling extremely regretful: "Buqi, wait a minute, I, I will help you wash."
Her baby is so well-behaved that she doesn't have to worry about anything. If he wasn't seriously injured, he wouldn't have bothered her. She was just being too fussy.
Yin Buqi stopped walking, with a deep smile in his eyes, but when he turned around, he looked aggrieved: "Sorry for bothering you, Nian Nian."
Jiang Niannian filled the wooden bucket with water. Yin Buqi had already taken off his clothes and came over. He had a piece of cloth wrapped around his lower body, but it couldn't hide his proud figure.
"What's going on? Why is the wound so badly torn?!" Jiang Niannian widened her eyes in disbelief.
Isn't this just a small move of flying a sword?! He didn't even do the Thomas spin backflip or the colorful sun radio gymnastics, how could it be broken like this!
Yin Buqi stepped into the wooden barrel without saying a word.
He remembered that half an incense stick ago, he stabbed his hand into the wound, tearing the place that was about to heal, bit by bit, and blood oozed out drop by drop, soaking his white finger bones...
The corners of his mouth raised in a childish arc of excitement.
This way, I can spend a few more days with Nian Nian...
Jiang Niannian held the scoop and watered gently. Yin Buqi looked at her intently. The water splashed and flowed in front of him. He subconsciously closed his eyes, feeling her soft fingertips caressing his skin.
He was already handsome, and the water wet his hair and brows, making him look even more handsome. The water droplets on his face had not dried yet, sliding down his fair face, flowing over his spine, and into his tight waist.
I can’t read any further, it’s killing me!
Jiang Niannian felt a little hot again, and asked to divert her attention, "Where are the coal balls?"