Rebirth: Marrying a Bamboo

Chapter 95 Look Down on Her
Zhao Fu couldn't care about all the discomforts on her body, and looked around, it seemed that the only thing that could be used as a weapon was the bamboo pillow beside her.

Zhao Fushuang pulled the bamboo pillow beside her and threw it in Yi Huang's direction with all her strength.

then
"Well". "Boom". "Boom".
After an exclamation, two not-so-small movements sounded in the cave.

The first sound was the sound of a bamboo pillow falling under the bed, and the second sound was the sound of Zhao Fushuang falling off the bed.

When Yi Huang heard the sound and walked over, he saw Zhao Fushuang fell on the bamboo pillow on the ground in a distorted posture.

Yi Huang asked: "Alright, what are you doing sleeping on the floor?"

Zhao Fushuang turned to look with incredible difficulty: "."

How dare he appear in front of her? !
How dare he talk to her so confidently? !

"You, you." Zhao Fushuang raised her hand tremblingly, regardless of her body that was in pain, and could only put it down because she was too weak, her mouth was bald for a long time without saying anything.

Yi Huang felt that there were too many swear words, and he was scrambling to come up with them, but they were all crowded together and couldn't get out.

At that moment, Yi Huang's nerves that had been tense these days relaxed inexplicably.

Some people have terrifying tenacious vitality!
Mingming Fang came out of the gate of hell, Mingming couldn't even lift his hands at the moment, Mingming's voice was hoarse and out of tune, but his eyes could still shine, and his spirit could still be resilient.

There are differences between beauty and ugliness, but the spirituality endowed by spiritual power to the body is what makes each person unique.

Zhao Fushuang is especially unique.

Of course, he believed that if Zhao Fushuang could move at this moment, he would more or less want to pounce on him and bite him.

Zhao Fushuang felt that lying on the ground was somewhat intimidating, and intended to get up.

However, like a fish out of water, she jumped up and down twice, without any strength in her hands and feet, she couldn't get up even after moving for a long time.

Beads of sweat rolled off his forehead one by one, soaking his temples.

It's over, why is she scrapped, it won't be like this in the future!

Zhao Fushuang simply resigned to her fate and lay down on the ground.

If this is the case and waiting for someone to serve, it is better to let her die.

Yi Huang avoided his gaze, and rarely asked leisurely: "Get up, or lie down for a while?"

Zhao Fu lay flat and let her laugh.

Yi Huang leaned over slowly, held her arm and lifted it, Zhao Fushuang turned over like a salted fish.

The shame of this moment made her pale face flush.

His eyes were wide open angrily, and his wet temples looked so pitiful.

Before he had time to scold her, Yi Huang put her head on one hand and her knees with the other, and picked her up.

When she leaned her head against Yi Huang's strong chest, she struggled: "Let go of me, who wants you to pretend to be kind."

As she spoke, she struggled with her hands and feet.

In fact, Yi Huang didn't need to pay attention to the struggle and weakness.

The person in his arms fluttered like a gust of wind.

After these few months of tossing, the man who had little flesh was even skinny, his face was not as big as his palm, and his beautiful eye sockets were deeply sunken.

Zhao Fushuang fell under the bed, and Yi Huang leaned over to put her on the bed.

As soon as Zhao Fushuang touched the bed, the cursing words in her mouth were arranged in order:

"Bastard, I never thought that you would be so vicious. You actually wanted to get rid of me in this way. If the old lady hadn't been hiding in a hurry, I'm afraid there would be nothing left!"

Yi Huang responded lightly: "Yes."

If it wasn't for being quite clever, there would indeed be nothing left.

"Shut up, who wants you to answer!"

Yi Huang: "..."

Zhao Fu lay there and stared at him, her eyes were a bit intimidating.

"Let me tell you Tie Xin, I just drank too much wine that day and my heart softened. Don't even think about it in the future. If you want to be free, you can just dream in this life."

"I've been fighting with you till the end of time."

"I'm waiting for Yun Banqing's children and grandchildren to leave you. Unless you kill me, otherwise, you won't be able to live with me in your life."

Amid the noise, this lifeless cave suddenly seemed alive again.

Zhao Fushuang has a kind of strength.

One person became five hundred ducks
When Zhao Fushuang cursed, her voice was hoarse and tearing, which was especially unpleasant.

Yi Huang went to the case and poured her a glass of water, handed it to her, and emphasized: "Don't curse."

Zhao Fushuang wanted to let him go, but his throat really hurt.

He turned his face sideways and snorted, "Get out!"

Yi Huang understood, hesitated for a moment, leaned over and put one hand on her back, helped her up and handed her the water.

Zhao Fu stretched out her hands to catch the water, and her hands trembled until half of a glass of water was spilled on the quilt.

Looking at the water on the quilt, both of them were a little silent.

Zhao Fushuang also had some setbacks, but not many. If she survived, she could start all over again.

Yi Huang's mana flowed through his fingertips, and the water on the quilt was evaporated.

He took the water glass and went to pour water.

This time, he didn't give it to her again, and directly handed the water glass to her lips.

Zhao Fushuang rolled her eyes at him fiercely, then reluctantly drank from his hand.

When she drank enough water, Yi Huang put away the water glass and stood beside her, with obvious seriousness in his voice: "I will take responsibility."

Zhao Fushuang was taken aback, "Why, admit that you planned to murder me?"

"I know you know I didn't mean to hurt you."

If he really wanted to kill her, she wouldn't have a chance to wake up.

Zhao Fu leaned halfway against the wall behind her, "I don't know."

Yi Huang: "Anyway, you were seriously injured because of me. I will take responsibility for this matter."

"Oh." Zhao Fushuang didn't care, "After you give me back my life, we'll be clean."

With her intelligence, she should have understood what he meant, as long as she wanted, he would agree to whatever she asked.

Unexpectedly, she gave him such a happy answer.

There was no tugging, no unreasonable troubles, she gave him a happy solution.

"If this is what you want, you can always come to revenge."

Zhao Fushuang didn't care too much: "You remember it."

This fate, he agreed, "But, there is one more thing."

This fact is hard to say, but it has to be said.

Zhao Fu raised her eyebrows: "It's so hard to say, why, what did you do to apologize to me?"

"When you were unconscious, you and I shared the same bed."

What?
Zhao Fu opened her eyes wide.

She never expected such a thing.

After all, she was an innocent little girl. Zhao Fushuang looked down at her well-dressed clothes and stammered, "You, did you sleep with me?"

Yi Huang: "."

"No."

Zhao Fu let out a sigh of relief: "I thought it was a big deal, because Lao Hei is male, but when I drink too much, I like to hug him to sleep, so it's not a big deal."

Yi Huang: "."

He couldn't understand Zhao Fushuang more and more.

She could have been obsessed with these things for granted, but she was more able to afford and let go than a man!

Guessing her wrong time and time again is because he has preconceived ideas and looked down on her time and time again, never facing up to the essence of her as a person.

No, maybe not every guess is wrong, for example, she might not have a good thing to say next.

Sure enough, within two breaths, he heard Zhao Fushuang say, "If you're really sorry, you can just let me go back to sleep."

"I said that you are really hypocritical. You don't want to send it to your door. You are very active when you are unconscious. I said, do you have any special hobbies, or are you purely sanctimonious?"

Yi Huang turned around and walked outside the screen, letting Zhao Fushuang think alone.

(End of this chapter)