Love in Another Life: My Gentle Tyrant

Chapter 369: Washed old blue shirt 5

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He must not know his injury, otherwise how could he be so calm, maybe it was because he had been with the iceberg of her ninth brother for a long time, his demeanor was very similar to ninth brother, ninth brother is the kind of sky falling down A person who is calm, except for a few occasions when he encounters something related to his sister-in-law.

Someone stroked her hair lightly.

Yuzhi was stunned for a moment, and then she looked intently, only to see Xia Sang staring at her with deep eyes. She was startled and jumped up like a frightened bird, "Are you awake?"

There are four words written on her appearance: at a loss. Xia Sang frowned slightly, and when she returned from Feihumen, she was like this, avoiding him far away.

As soon as she approached, he woke up because he had not slept soundly. While the doctor was treating his wound, he didn't completely lose consciousness. He saw her curled up in the corner of the tent and stared at her, her eyes not moving. She seemed to want to come to see him, but she was afraid of something. She is like this, how can he sleep peacefully. Just now, it was only because he was greedy for a moment of tenderness that he didn't disturb her, until her tears smeared his clothes.

Did she already know what he was thinking? He was also slightly startled all of a sudden, but saw her stand up quickly, walk away in three steps, and stand on the other side of the tent and look at him with a terrified face, like a child who has done something wrong.

With her reaction, Xia Sang was relieved, and after a second thought, she understood something, and said, "Yuzhi, come here."

Yuzhi shook his head and said, "I'm going to see if the medicine is ready. Later... Later, let them bring it in for you."

"What about you?" Xia Sang supported the couch, sat up slowly, and asked softly, her eyes slowly inspecting her body.

Yuzhi became more and more flustered, and said, "What am I? I went out."

She said it, but her feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, not moving an inch, staring at him blankly. Xia Sang said solemnly, "I said, come here, I have something to tell you."

"No!" Yuzhi called out, and Fei also fled to the tent.

"Since you can't come, let me go. Anyway, my foot is injured and I can't walk fast. If you walk a few steps, I will definitely not be able to keep up."

Xia Sang's voice came faintly from behind, Yuzhi was startled, his injury... He knew! It was she who made him like this!

She wanted to run, but didn't dare, for fear that he would really come after him, that he would fall, and she was timid when she wanted to look back at him.

Apart from that identity, he is such an excellent person, even if he is this identity, who would dare to deceive him! He is Xia Sang with great martial arts and first-class ability to do things. But his left hand can only hold the lightest things in the future, and he can no longer perform martial arts. His powerful martial arts will definitely be greatly reduced! And his right foot limped when he walked... Just thinking about it, her tears fell.

"Long Yuzhi, I'll count to three. If you don't come, I'll go over to your side."

The voice from behind was slightly smothered.

He had trouble walking, Yuzhi shuddered, and was afraid, and ran back to the bed as soon as he turned around.

"Don't get up." She sat down, tears slid into the veil, and she quickly raised her hand to wipe her eyes. His hand was faster than hers, and his long fingers lightly brushed her eyes and belly, sighed slightly, and took her upstairs into his arms.

Yuzhi couldn't hold back any longer, and cried out in the man's arms.

"Don't cry, I'm not dead, why are you crying. It's not too late to cry when I die. It's not a serious injury, and it's not necessarily impossible to recover. The imperial doctor in the palace may have a solution."

The understatement in his tone made her heart hurt even more, and she couldn't help but get angry, she raised her head from his arms and scolded: "They're right, I've already become ugly, it doesn't matter if I get a few more strokes on my face. , why do you do this? Thanks to you, do you know

"Xia Sang, you're a fool, you're not my brother, why do you treat me like this? What am I going to pay you?" With grief in his heart, the veil was also wet with tears, and the sticky face became more and more uncomfortable.

"It doesn't matter how many strokes it takes? How can it be okay?"

She heard him whisper, put her hand on her veil, and took it off gently.

"Yuzhi, you never have to wear this thing in front of me."

Yuzhi was shocked, and looked at Xia Sang with wide eyes, his eyes fixed on her face. She suddenly felt ashamed, goodbye at Feihumen, the situation is urgent, she can have no shame for a while, but at this moment, the candles on the table are almost burnt out, although the light and shadow are dim, they can still reflect his handsome face like jade, and her Deputy face, she looked at it once, and then shattered the mirror.

Yes, there was no serious injury to my sister-in-law at the time, but for the sake of future trouble, she also made a ruthless attack at that time. As long as she remembered that scene, the fear and panic poured into her heart, she didn't dare to think about it, and she didn't dare to think about it. Think again.

She suddenly became frightened, afraid of seeing her own appearance in his bright and clear eyes, and her hands tightly covered her face, she cried and begged: "Don't look! It's ugly, like a ghost!"

With his right hand, he wrapped her two hands, pulled her hands down with all his strength, and stretched out his left hand to stroke every gully on her face.

The twitching pain in his heart, the tenderness of deep pity and pity could no longer be suppressed, and he couldn't help but put his lips together and kissed her face.