In the Liu Yun Pavilion, there was silence.
From being carried back to being put on the bed under the quilt, the woman did not make a sound or said a word.
Eyes are closed tightly, not looking at anyone.
The quilt was shaking, just like Liu Zhixia's hand, shaking constantly.
There seems to be something in the air condensing, gathering, and pressing it so hard that people can't breathe. As long as a gentle movement, it can cause an explosion of destruction.
There were two soft knocks outside the door, and Liu Zhixia glanced at the suddenly still quilt, stood up and walked out.
It was Wei Zi who saw him come out and handed him something.
Seeing that thing, Liu Zhixia's pupils shrank suddenly, and there was ups and downs of light and shadow.
That is his medicine pouch.
He took it and held it firmly in the palm of his hand, with veins on the back of his hand.
He didn't know when Wei Zi left, and scenes flashed before his eyes, it was her being insulted.
He could even imagine those despicable people using his medicine pouch as bait to lure her into fools.
The hostility in his heart was sharper than ever, with bloodthirsty brutality.
He knew that there were wind and green cypresses, those people would definitely be punished, but he still wanted to tear those people to pieces again!
Those people are simply called people in vain!
Walking slowly back to the room, Liu Zhixia's heart kept twitching as he looked at the person wrapped in the quilt.
She was so humiliated because of him.
"Yuzheng..." When he walked to the bed, he trembled and called her softly, "I'll take you to take a bath."
The person on the bed still did not respond.
Liu Zhixia picked up the person and went to the Liu Yun Pavilion Tang Chi, but her heart began to sink slowly.
When people are subjected to great stimuli, they will close themselves to protect themselves.
He knew this from his sister.
Just like the old Ashiu, crazy.
Fu Yuzheng is almost in that state now.
Muran, his expression is numb, and his eyes are hollow.
Immerse yourself in your own world without giving any reaction to the outside world.
Unless someone can pull her out.
The heat in the Tangchi room was hot, the hot water had been put away, and the maid who wanted to stay and wait after being sent back, Liu Zhixia personally carried the person to the edge of Tangchi.
He knew that with her pride, he would definitely not want anyone to see her embarrassed.
Putting down the person, he still looks ignorant.
Wrapped in his robe, he looked empty, except that he was still trembling, without any reaction.
"Yuzheng." Liu Zhixia closed her eyes, settled her mind, picked her up again, and walked into Tangchi together, "I'll help you."
When she said that, she started to solve her wet robe that was wet with water on her body.
Fu Yuzheng suddenly opened his hand and screamed loudly.
Push and beat like crazy.
I squeezed her hand to imprison her, "Yuzheng, Yuzheng! I will help you! I am Zhixia!"
"I am Zhixia, look at me!"
"I will help you, Yuzheng, I will take care of you from now on!"
His repeated shouts gradually calmed down the person in his arms, and looked at him with empty eyes.
For a long time, he heard her voice, dry and hoarse, and the tone was flat, stupefied.
But every word reveals the vicissitudes of life and desolation.
She said, "I'm dirty, Zhixia."
Liu Zhixia's eyes burst into tears.
"Not dirty, not dirty at all."
"I was soiled by them, Zhixia."
"It's not dirty, Yuzheng, you are not dirty. The dirty ones are those who hurt you, and it's their fault."
She looked at him.
"They are the ones who committed the crime. They did the wrong thing. You should not bear the consequences." He stroked her cold cheek, "Don't punish yourself like this, Yuzheng."
It is said that the man has tears and does not flick it lightly, and his tears sting her.
Fu Yuzheng smiled sadly and tore off his robe. Before his eyes, there were patches of bruise on her body that were shocking.
At this moment, she had completely forgotten the shame, pointed to the bruises on her hands and her body, and her voice was sharp, "Did you see it? Isn't it dirty?"
Those bruises, each one, reminded her of those distorted and hideous faces, made her nauseous, and made her humiliated.
Let her wish she could die immediately!
"If you think these are dirty, I'll wipe them off for you." Liu Zhixia raised her eyes, her eyes darkened to the bottom, "Look at it."
Tear off the gourd-shaped jade pendant hanging on her neck, open the cork, smear the liquid in the bottle on her fingertips, and wipe the deepest bruise on her wrist.
At the speed visible to the naked eye, the bruise quickly faded and disappeared!
Fu Yuzheng's eyes widened.
But the man's movements never stopped, and the dirt and mottles on her body disappeared before her eyes little by little.
He let her watch, and he really helped her wipe off the dirt.
Shaking all over, she choked her voice, "This doesn't mean... it's not dirty anymore."
"Look."
His voice was soft, his eyes fixed on her, and his lips were covered before the bruise disappeared.
Soon, new red bruises reappeared on the jade white skin.
"Yuzheng, is it dirty?"
Fu Yuzheng had trembled to the extreme, unable to speak.
Is it dirty
Obviously the same trace, but did not bring her that nauseous feeling.
Because there is no evil in his eyes.
His kiss has no blasphemous meaning.
As she looked and acted, the cherishment of her like a rare treasure reached the bottom of her heart.
She did not resent and resist, more because, this is the man she loves.
She stood in the water, letting him wash away the dirt from her body and the haze in her heart.
It's all pious, and cherished.
Fu Yuzheng dried up and the water vapor slowly condensed in his eyes, and finally converged into translucent pearls, one by one falling down.
At first, she whimpered silently, then weeped in a low voice, and finally burst into tears.
Liu Zhixia straightened up and embraced the crying woman without persuading.
Just cry out.
Cry all the grievances and pains so that your heart will not get sick.
Bathe the woman and put her on the bed again. Before leaving, he kissed her lightly on the forehead, "Sleep well, I'll be right there."
The woman grabbed her hand with extreme force.
Her drooping eyelashes trembled, like a butterfly about to fall at any time, "Zhixia, help me..."
Liu Zhixia's pupils suddenly deepened, "Are you sure?"
"Help me." She raised her eyes and looked at him.
Only he can dispel that nightmare for her.
As for what will happen in the future, she doesn't think about it, she doesn't want to think about it.
This man, even if she was with him for a moment, she was happy.
"Okay." With a dull voice, he whispered in her ear, "Yuzheng, from now on, I will be your husband."
She smiled and hugged him tightly, tears raining.
Liu Zhixia, this man, she can go to hell for him.