Chapter 417 (2/2)

Wenjiu whispered, ”No.”

”Just take a medicine.” Xie Heng sat down on her side with a slight smile. ”I don't do anything.”

Warm wine, slightly pick from the corners of your eyes: ”...”

She couldn't help thinking: you look like this. You obviously want to cover up. Don't you count yourself?

Xie Heng rolled up his sleeves and asked casually, ”are you going to untie this dress... Or am I going to do it?”

But when I swept the corner of my eyes with warm wine, I saw that the young man's ears were slightly red.

No better than her.

”I'll do it myself.”

Warm wine sat up beside the couch, just taking medicine. If it was too wriggly, it seemed that there was something.

She stretched out her hand and went to remove her clothes belt. She lifted her clothes back and took off her triple clothes to her waist. She didn't take them off, only revealing her scarred back.

Xie Heng's eyes sank and didn't move for a long time.

”What's the matter?” Wenjiu half turned back and couldn't help asking him, ”the doctor said the injury wasn't serious, so he should...”

She hasn't spoken yet.

Xie Heng suddenly lowered his head and kissed her on the back of her neck.

The young man's long eyelashes were slightly wet and trembled gently behind her ears.

Some itchy, with three or two points of coolness, and unspeakable heartache and pity.

Wenjiu was stunned.

Then, Xie Heng silently wiped, drugged and bandaged her wound.

When he was injured, he always laughed off. If ah Jiu or the third childe was with others, he always smiled and said a few words.

At the moment, it's not boring, which makes Wenjiu a little flustered.

Just as she was about to break the silence, her words suddenly turned into a ”hiss” and took a breath of air-conditioning.

Xie Heng immediately stopped his hand, frowned and asked, ”I hurt you?”

”Don't be so careful.” Wen Jiu said helplessly, ”just do it quickly. It only hurts for a while. You're so nervous that I'm... Nervous.”

It's probably that no one has ever been regarded as a treasure. Now she's a little uncomfortable.

The sound fell.

Xie Heng suddenly poured most of the bottle of powder on her wound.

Wen Jiu's face suddenly changed and said, ”Xie Heng! I'm afraid you don't want to...”

”Shaking hands.” the boy only said so two words.

Warm wine suddenly don't know what to say.

This young man, who often turned the tide in the face of danger, would tremble when he gave her a medicine.

She didn't bear it any more and shouted when it hurt.

When I finished taking the medicine, Wen Jiu's voice was a little hoarse.

Xie Heng was also a sweat, and he couldn't help breathing a heavy sigh of relief.

The young man leaned on the couch and looked at her. His amber eyes were dim. Suddenly he said, ”last wound medicine, you shouted like this. How can you be good in the future?”

Warm wine gathered up the skirt, and suddenly heard such a sentence, his face was crimson, ”what did you say? Xie Heng! You...”

”What do you think?” Xie Heng bent his fingers and flicked the glass beads on her forehead. ”I said to have children in the future. They said that there was no difference between the pain of childbirth and death. You were so weak. What can you do in the future?”

Wenjiu almost couldn't help hitting him with a pillow and said in a stuffy voice: ”... Who wants to have children with you?”

”My little lady.” Xie Heng pulled the brocade quilt over her, hugged her every other, and whispered, ”when you're ready, we'll get married.”

Wen Jiu looked up at him, his eyes were glistening, and said in a painful voice, ”thank you Dongfeng! You're pressing my wound!”

Xie Heng quickly backed away. ”Where's it hurt? Let me see.”

Most of Wenjiu's face was buried in the quilt and whispered, ”if you stay away from me, I won't hurt.”

Get married.

Marry Xie Heng?

Xie Heng wants to marry her!

Warm wine can't tell the mood at the moment. Some want to cry, but also have the joy of having a narrow escape from death.

”Well, well, what the young lady said is what.” Xie Heng had no choice but to step back and stand by the window with the sunset.

The young man was radiant and looked at her with burning eyes.

Wen dimple on the couch, rubbed his eyes, couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips slightly.

She rubbed her fingertips in the quilt and thought about hurting her muscles and bones for a hundred days.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon.

Xie Dongfeng's birthday is on the third day of March.

You can't take a wife until your son of the Xie family has reached 20.

To sum up, when her injury is all right, it happens to be the beginning of spring, and Xie Heng is over 20

It's time to get married.

Young lady.