After waking up from the dream, the general's wife lost her love brain

Chapter 59 Wounds
He seemed to have just ran over from the fields, his whole body was radiating heat, his face was still stained with dirt, big beads of sweat slid down his forehead, and veins appeared on his neck.

The hot body temperature seemed to be conveyed to her from a distance, and Qiao Yuan couldn't help but push back a step.

Seeing Qi Cun coming over, the aunt finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'll go do some work first. Xiaojiao will stay here first. I'll take her back after I finish the work."

After exhorting her, she left with peace of mind.

Qiao Yuan felt a wolf-like force through her conical hat.Shihu's eyes fell on him.

Her white jade-like fingers curled up, and she couldn't help but want to lift the curtain, but Qi Cun grabbed her hand.

Qiao Yuan was stunned for a moment, but Qi Cun never let go of her hand. He took the lunch box from her with his other hand and led her away from the field.

There were more and more unclear looks from the crowd.

When Qiao Yuan went to Beijing, it was not that she had held hands with Qi Cun in public.

But at that time, most of the glances were reserved. Those people could only turn their heads away even if they saw him because of Zhenbei Hou's momentum.

Now in this earthy field, no one knew their identities and looked at the two of them unscrupulously.

His eyes are straightforward, with the simplicity and hotness unique to the country people, as if through the two intertwined hands, one black and one white, he can see more hidden things.

Qiao Yuan felt warm at the base of her ears for no reason.

Qiao Yuan was taken to a temporary thatched house.

It was filled with haystacks, and the temperature was higher than elsewhere. There were faint voices outside, but they were barely audible when they came in, giving people a sense of secrecy and ambiguity.

The big hand untied the cloth belt under the white and slender neck, and the cone hat was taken off, revealing a tender and blush face.

The hazy gauze was removed, and Qiao Yuan could clearly see the sweat beads on Qi Cun's face, and the heat that almost sprayed on his face.

His rough and wild face was stained with dust and his eyes were dark, making him look even more wild and unruly.

Qi Cun felt that those people outside had evil intentions, but he didn't know that he was the worst hungry wolf.

Qiao Yuan didn't notice that his tense body was approaching a critical point. She thought Qi Cun was so tired after working all morning, so she urged him to sit down and eat.

Qi Cun looked at her deeply and spread a layer of clean straw on the ground to avoid hurting her delicate skin.

The beauty opened the lunch box and was stunned.

She was inexperienced, so she carried the lunch box all the way here. The vegetable bowls on the top layer were knocked upside down, all the soup spilled out, and she was no longer able to eat.

Qiao Yuan quickly opened the inner layer of rice. Fortunately, the rice was still clean.

It's just that in this way, Qi Cun can only eat for nothing.

Qiao Yuan glanced at Qi Cun's expression guiltily, "I, I didn't know it would be like this."

Qi Cun didn't care, picked up the rice bowl, picked up a large chopsticks of rice, and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

For him, just this point mentioned by Qiao Yuan is worth any delicacy in the world.

His cheeks fluttered, and beads of sweat flowed over his cheeks with the movement and hung on his chin.

Qiao Yuan couldn't see it and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat and dust from his face.

Qi Cun lowered his head to accommodate her height and put his whole face close to her.

The man who had always been tall and fierce seemed to be inexplicably well-behaved at this moment, his eyes slightly narrowed, like a male beast being groomed by a female beast.

After Qiao Yuan finished wiping, she stretched out her finger and poked his face.

The skin on the man's face was not as delicate as her fingers, but it was elastic. Pressing his white fingertips on his face, there was a petal-like powder.

Qiao Yuan became addicted to playing and pressed a small dimple on her bronze face.

The man's eyes were helpless, and he let her play with her indulgently.

The light leaked from the gaps in the haystacks, and the dust danced in the light.

Qiao Yuan helped him wipe the sweat from his neck. After wiping, he suddenly stopped.

There was a trace of blood on the neck, with little blood streaks oozing out and the edges turning white.

Qi Cun couldn't see the mark on the neck, and noticed that she stopped, "What's wrong?"

Joe whispered, "You're bleeding here."

Qi Cun thought it might have been scratched by his finger when he was panicking in the tent just now. He was thick-skinned and didn't notice it.

He didn't take it to heart, "It's okay, it will be fine in a while."

Seeing that he didn't care, Qiao Yuan suddenly became a little angry and pressed it harder: "Does it hurt?"

Qi Cun felt no pain, only the numbness between the delicate fingertips and his skin.

The beautiful face was close at hand, the delicate snow-skinned skin was flushed with pink, and the crow's eyelashes trembled slightly. Looking at him, those eyes seemed to be filled with flowing spring water, so beautiful that it was unbelievable.

Qi Cun's Adam's apple moved.

"pain."

Qiao Yuan snorted, "Only when it hurts will you have a long memory. You are farming here, why did you get injured all over your body?"

The charming little voice seemed to be complaining, but also had a softness that I didn't know.

Qi Cun couldn't help but put his big head closer: "Do you love me?"

Qiao Yuan pushed the big face away angrily: "No."

Qi Cun cheekily took his daughter-in-law's denial as an admission, leaned closer, pressed his lips against her ear, and said, "Then you can do it for me."

His voice was already low, but it was deliberately suppressed to make it even more seductive, and it pierced straight into that little ear.

What are you doing?
Qiao Yuan subconsciously followed his words and when she reacted, the tips of her ears were as red as blood dove gemstones, which was eye-catching.

Bastard, stinker, pervert, what is he thinking about all day long?

Qiao Yuan's eyes filled with water and she pushed him away in shame: "Go away, I'm going back."

Qi Cun hugged her quickly and buried his head in her neck, not letting her go: "Auntie hasn't come back yet, how can you go back alone."

The iron-like arms were placed across her waist, trapping her in his arms easily.

Qiao Yuan wanted to break his hand away, but he was so angry that he couldn't do it.

Even because of her actions, the man behind her was breathing heavier and heavier.

Qiao Yuan turned around angrily and placed her hands on his chest. The muscles under her hands were tight and contained endless explosive power. The temperature on her face was getting higher and higher.

During the struggle, Qi Cun didn't know where he bumped into, and Qi Cun groaned.

Qiao Yuan was so frightened that he didn't dare to move at once. When he looked up, he found that the wound on Qi Cun's neck was oozing blood again.

A drop of blood slid down her neck and dripped onto Qiao Yuan's pink hands, spreading like impatiens juice.

Qiao Yuan's eyes were so hot that she said, "I told you not to mess around."

Qi Cun didn't seem to feel any pain, he lowered his head and rubbed her cheek.

His face was harder than Qiao Yuan's, and his fair and tender cheeks were rubbed red.

Qi Cun loved the feeling of their ears and temples rubbing against each other so much. Only at this moment, with the warmth brought by the skin touching each other, could he feel that Qiao Yuan belonged to him.

The gazes falling on Qiao Yuan from outside always make him angry that his treasure is being coveted.

But he could not prohibit Qiao Yuan from socializing, nor could he prohibit others from looking at her. Such amazing beauty should not be buried in the dust. It should amaze everyone and deserve the praise of the world.

Qiao Yuan couldn't stand his rough treatment. Beautiful flowers should be watered with love.

Emotions make Qi Cun feel the anger of being coveted, and reason tells him to let go generously. The two emotions torment him all the time.

　General Qi's wound will heal itself if it slows down.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)