Reborn to return to the God of War husband before his death

Chapter 59
"Like being scolded?"

Shen Huarou looked up at him, knowing that he didn't mean that, but she didn't know how to reply.

She found that He Yuanling was a little uncomfortable, and she didn't know whether she was watching or asking.

She looked embarrassing, but her eyes did not escape, "I don't like it."

Then he felt that it was not enough to just say this dryly, so he hurriedly added, "I don't think you will scold me in the future, and don't dislike me."

What she said was somewhat pitiful, and the hope in her eyes hit Shen Huarou's heart directly.

"You are fine, how can I scold you?"

She doesn't want to scold people, not to mention, when did she scold him?
It was He Yuanling's eyes that were too straightforward and longing. For a moment, Shen Huarou thought of General Tiger. He also had the same eyes when he was eagerly looking at him for a touch.

Thinking of the wounds on He Yuanling's body again, the bloody flesh turned out, Shen Huarou's heart softened again.

"I never disliked you."

What are those trivial things compared to his life?
Shen Huarou also said in the past that he didn't dislike it, but He Yuanling didn't believe it after hearing it. He just took it as her irony and impatiently dealt with him.

Now, he believed.

That she can do this for him is enough to prove everything.

"Then don't hate me in the future, okay?
If you think I'm doing something wrong, tell me, don't ignore me if you are unhappy, how will I know if you don't tell me?
I'll do my best to change it, okay?"

"it is good."

Shen Huarou walked away with the water basin in her hand, fearing that if she stayed for a moment longer, she would not be able to hold back the tears that would fall from her eyes.

When she turned around, tears fell into the basin, and only she knew it.

If, in his previous life, he had opened his heart to himself like this, everything would be different.

He Yuanling's probing words sounded behind him, somewhat unwilling to accept it, "Then, I'm leaving?"

"Sit down."

He never thought about letting him sleep in a side room, if he was left alone, he wouldn't take it seriously at all, and he wouldn't even care if it hurt the wound if he tossed and turned in bed at night.

"Oh." He Yuanling, who was sitting honestly, pursed his mouth again, slandering someone who just promised not to scold him, and turned his head so fiercely again.

The muttering went away, but He Yuanling was still thankful that his wife didn't chase him away.

Isn't it that he doesn't have to sleep alone?

Shen Huarou came back again and changed the water in the basin.

"Wash your feet."

He Yuanling thought he was dreaming, but he didn't dare to think like that even in his dreams.

He obviously looked stupid and hopeless, but it made Shen Huarou feel even more distressed.

"Hurry up and go to sleep, can you sleep well in the mountains for the past two days?"

He Yuanling, who came back to his senses, panicked. He was asking his wife to wash his feet. Maybe his life would be shortened?
"I'll do it myself, don't move."

He didn't dare to put his feet in the basin, he just looked at his wife.

Now Shen Huarou was standing and he was sitting, but instead he looked up at Shen Huarou.

To be honest, Shen Huarou despised him for being dirty.

It's nothing more than wiping his body and legs. Shen Huarou really hates washing his feet.

This kind of dislike is common to normal people. It's just his dirty feet, not him as a person.

He Yuanling's body froze, and he didn't dare to blink his eyes when he looked at her, thinking that he should send her away quickly.

"Go and wash up quickly, it's too late after going back and forth a few times."

Shen Huarou struggled several times in her heart, and finally decided to listen to his arrangement.

"Then I'm going to wash up, and you can go to sleep after washing."

He Yuanling immediately responded, "Oh, I know."

The moment Shen Huarou turned around, both of them let out a long breath at the same time, and both of them were slow so as not to let the other party notice.

He Yuanling looked at his feet soaked in warm water, because the feet were exposed to the sun all year round, so they were whiter than his hands, face and neck.

But compared with his daughter-in-law's, this is nothing to look at.

If it is according to his habit, this foot can be taken care of casually.

But today he honestly washed it carefully, and even wanted to come over and smell it after washing.

If it hadn't been for his wife's wound on his back that he had bandaged, he would have made her angry and shed tears if he collapsed.

After washing and pouring the water back, standing in front of Babu's bed, he suddenly felt a little emotional.

"Her bed made of pear blossom wood is indeed more comfortable to sleep on than the rotten wooden bed in the side room, and the brocade quilt is also soft and slippery."

Obviously talking about brocade quilts, but He Yuanling's mind is full of the owner of the bed.

The whole body is white and tender, soft, slippery and fragrant.

The quilts are not only made of good materials, but also the colors are well chosen. Their owners lie on them, making their owners more delicate and beautiful.

He Yuanling used to think that the embroidery on the surface of the quilt would hang his leg hair, but now it can be seen that he doesn't know what's good and what's wrong.

The hair on his two legs combined is not worth a single piece of embroidery thread.

He Yuanling went to bed and prepared to lie down and wait, anyway, he couldn't sleep until his wife came back.

As soon as he lay down, he turned over again and lay on his side.

If she sees him lying flat and pressing down on the wound, she will have something to say about him again, and she will never be given a chance.

Shen Huarou didn't think as much as he did. All the mess in her mind eventually came down to one thing to do now, and it was something she could do now.

Stock up food and earn money.

When I came back, I saw that He Yuanling was still asleep, lying on his side and looking at her like General Tiger.

At a glance, her heart softened again, "Why don't you sleep? Are you not tired?"

How could He Yuanling not be tired? Although it wasn't that he didn't sleep a wink for two days and two nights, he was still tired after cutting people, digging in the woods, fighting a few times, and drinking twice.

But didn't he want to wait for her to be together? Tonight's charming wife was too alluring, soft and flirtatious, so he couldn't bear to just sleep like this.

"Tired, come quickly."

If it was different, he might say that the third master is afraid that he will be a little tired?
Shen Huarou also thought so, but he didn't act as usual tonight.

Shen Huarou didn't have the usual careful thought to apply the ointment, so she wiped it hastily and put it away.

It's the same with Yaya, she likes to act like a baby when she's not feeling well, presumably she just let him be her father.

Shen Huarou wanted to sleep on the outside, thinking it would be convenient if she had to get up at night, so she was afraid of bumping into him again.

Pulled by He Yuanling to the inside, "I don't wake up at night, you can rest assured to sleep."

He Yuanling rolled over and lay on his side, Shen Huarou frowned as he watched.

"You move slowly."

"I'll turn over to sleep facing you, and I promise I won't move around tonight."

It's not right for him to make Shen Huarou lie flat or sideways like this, and it's a little awkward to face him face to face.

Just when she was struggling, an arm was put around her waist, pulling her close to him. "come here."

She pushed He Yuanling's solid chest to withdraw again, "Your injury."

I couldn't move at all, and didn't dare to exert myself.

He Yuanling tightened his grip a bit more to prevent her from escaping.

The chin rested on the top of the head of the person in his arms, and he hugged her tightly in his arms.

"What's the matter with your back injury in the front?

It's clean, you smell it, it doesn't smell bad. "

(End of this chapter)