Su Mo won't cry.
Snow grass knows better than anyone how cold and hard-hearted this man is. The head of Qingluomen, the son-in-law of the head of the martial arts alliance, together with his father-in-law, he controlled the whole arena. Now it seems that the outside world has turned upside down.
But no matter how embarrassed Su Mo became, Snow Grass couldn't take him lightly. When his wounds healed by 20% or 30%, Snow Grass took out a black pill and shoved it into Su Mo's mouth. For someone like Su Mo, even if someone poured something directly into his stomach, he could still spit it out, but this time, he swallowed the medicine obediently and said with a smile, "It doesn't taste good."
Snow Grass sneered: "How do you want the medicine of the crippled martial arts to taste good?"
Hearing what Snow Grass said, Su Mo didn't react much, and still just looked at her fixedly, as if Snow Grass would disappear out of thin air as long as she looked away. After a while, the blue veins on Su Mo bulged, his breathing became a little heavy, as if he was enduring great pain, he finally closed his eyes and clenched his teeth.
Yukino looked at him coldly for a while, clenched her hands into fists, and turned around and walked out of the room.
Closing the door, the heavy breathing of the person inside could still be heard clearly, and Snow Grass looked blankly at her pale hand, and lowered her eyes in silence.
Without martial arts, Su Mo couldn't adjust his internal breath, and the wound healed slowly. But Snow Grass didn't seem to care about his body. She went up the mountain to collect herbs and asked Su Mo to help her carry the bamboo basket. The work of collecting firewood, chopping firewood, and washing dishes was all thrown to Su Mo. After a day, Su Mo's body The wound will open up several times.
Snow Grass was torturing him, using all the methods she could think of, but Su Mo was never angry. In Snow Grass's impression, Su Mo has always used gentle flesh to cover up the cruelty and cruelty in his bones. He hates the feeling of being controlled, but now...
Seeing that Su Mo had just finished chopping firewood, sweating profusely and sitting across from the dining table with a stained face, Snow Grass sank. Su Mo happily picked up the bowl, and took two big mouthfuls of rice without even the dishes, thinking that he was extremely hungry.
Xuecao didn't know where the anger came from, and she smashed the chopsticks in Su Mo's hand, staring at Su Mo's slightly blank eyes with frost on her face. Snow Grass said coldly: "It seems that you are very used to this kind of tortured life."
Su Mo was stunned, as if he had seen through Snow Grass's heart. He was silent for a while, and then he laughed: "Xuecao is still so childish. If this kind of life is called torture, Snow Grass might as well keep torturing me." Su Mo paused, as if thinking of something, his eyes lit up, and he looked at Xuecao and smiled, "These days, it makes me feel like we are an ordinary couple..."
Xuecao interrupted him directly: "Young Master Su, this is actually a compliment to Xuecao. How can the daughter of the leader of the alliance be compared to a cheap maid like me."
Su Mo looked at the snow grass quietly for a while, and said solemnly: "You can compare."
If that's the case, why did you three years ago... Yukusa endured it and didn't say it out loud. If she asks it out, it's like she still cares about those things, it's like she lost... "Ordinary couple?" Yukusa changed Tou said sarcastically, "Have you ever seen any wife treat her husband like this?"
Su Mo sighed, bent down and picked up the chopsticks that had been knocked off by Snow Grass, with a bit of a pitiful taste: "I haven't seen it before, so Snow Grass, you have to treat me better in the future."
"Heh." Snow grass sneered, "It's shameful that you can still say such a thing now."
"I want you to do it."
The voice was in my ears, and Yukino stood up with an indiscernible expression: "This is really ironic."