Jiuye's little wife is sweet and sassy

Chapter 112 Does it hurt?
The rough fingertips ran across the delicate cheeks, and Yan Ruoxue's heart felt warm.

Bend her knees, Yan Ruoxue squatted in front of Jun Wuyong, looking up slightly, Yan Ruoxue saw Uncle Jiu's tight chin, her slightly drooping eyes were full of distress and self-blame...

Yan Ruoxue raised her hand, gently grasped the big hand on her face, closed her eyes, rubbed her white cheek affectionately in the wide palm, and a drop of crystal tear fell from the corner of her eye.

One drop, two drops, three drops... Like beads with a broken string, crystal clear tears flowed across Yan Ruoxue's cheeks and disappeared in Jun Wuyong's palm.

In the darkness, Yan Ruoxue felt a soft, moist 'object' gently fall on her eyelids, taking away the tears from her eyelids.

The soft 'object' leaves.

"Don't cry..."

Jun Wuyong's voice was very low, deep, with a slight tremor.

Suddenly, Yan Ruoxue opened her eyes, bit the fingertips of the big hand, and stared at the owner of the big hand fiercely. Seeing that the other party didn't even frown, Yan Ruoxue used some strength in perplexity, and finally, "cruel" ' Grinded the fingertips of his big hand with his teeth, as if 'I'm going to bite off your fingers'.

Jun Wuyong saw that Xue'er had returned to life, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, he couldn't help but raised his other hand, and gently rubbed the top of Xue'er's hair.

The warm touch on the head made Yan Ruoxue's heart beat a little faster. It was obviously the same gaze as before, but Yan Ruoxue saw the hot flames from inside, almost out of instinct, Yan Ruoxue quickly moved away. looked away.

As soon as she looked away, a deep, joyful laugh came from above Yan Ruoxue's head.

Yan Ruoxue's fair cheeks puffed up slightly, and she warned 'viciously', "Laugh again, and I'll bite off your fingers."

The bright red lips opened and closed, the white cheeks showed a faint blush, and the shyness and anger in the moist and agile eyes were hard to conceal. Facing such a "beautiful scene", no matter how fierce the threat was, I was afraid It will lose its deterrent power.

What's more...

Jun Wuyong glanced over the shallow tooth marks on his fingers, and a happy smile flashed across his eyes.

Judging by Xue'er's "fierceness", let alone biting off her fingers, even this layer of skin might not be broken.

Jun Wuyong suppressed the corners of his upturned mouth, rubbed the top of Yan Ruoxue's hair, and said in a low voice, "Let's go eat."

Noticing that the smile in Uncle Jiu's eyes was deeper than before, Yan Ruoxue pursed her lips, a little unhappy.

However, the warm touch on the top of her head made Yan Ruoxue feel very at ease and comfortable, she couldn't help rubbing it lightly, and forgave Uncle Jiu for secretly laughing at her.

Moreover, she really liked Uncle Jiu's smile, so she made a very generous decision: adults don't remember villains - let him go!
"Does it hurt?"

Yan Ruoxue's nonsensical words sounded like she was asking if the finger she just bitten hurt, but Jun Wuyong knew that what she asked was not whether the finger she just bit hurt or not, because Xueer's His eyes fell on the back of his hand which was covered by his sleeve.

Jun Wuyong's body tensed instantly, his throat tightened.

He didn't know how Xue'er would view his almost self-harming behavior, and he didn't know if it would affect their newly eased relationship...

Although he regretted his previous impulse very much at this time, time cannot be turned back.

He could only carefully distinguish Xueer's eyes and expressions, trying to guess her thoughts and find a remedy.

Heartache, grievance, displeasure... Jun Wuyong didn't see such emotions as disgust in Yan Ruoxue's eyes, even so, Jun Wuyong still didn't dare to be careless, slightly pursed his lips, Jun Wuyong thought about it, and replied, "No pain."

"Liar! Big liar!" After saying that, Yan Ruoxue involuntarily lifted the sleeve of Jun Wuyong's hand, revealing the blood-stained gauze.

"It's all like this! You still say it doesn't hurt! Are you a robot! Don't you feel pain? How can you..." Yan Ruoxue's voice was already choked up, and her hands trembling opened the bloody gauze.

His eyes stared at Jun Wuyong's joints, the flesh opened between his fingers, the dark red blood... Yan Ruoxue felt as if someone had strangled her throat, it was so constricted, and the crystal tears were pouring out without warning. fall.

Seeing the crystal clear teardrops falling down one by one again, Jun Wuyong panicked and wiped the tears off Yan Ruoxue's face in a hurry, muttering in his mouth, "Why are you crying again... Good boy! Don't cry, okay Xueer, stop crying..."

In the flickering light of the water, Yan Ruoxue saw the anxiety, distress, and self-blame on Uncle Jiu's face... A faint sweetness rose in her heart instantly, but the sweetness was mixed with a bit of astringent discomfort.

Yan Ruoxue leaned forward and threw herself into Jun Wuyong's arms in an instant, hugging his waist tightly.

Jun Wuyong maintained the movement just now, his hands stopped in mid-air, and he didn't dare to move.

Eyes drooping slightly, Jun Wuyong looked at the little person in his arms, joy flashed in his eyes, although he didn't understand why Xue'er would suddenly cry in his arms, but this closeness told him that Xue'er didn't hate him!
"Fool!"

After an unknown amount of time, Jun Wuyong heard a muffled voice in his arms.

Although the voice was muffled, there was no cry anymore.

Jun Wuyong gently stroked the hair of the person in his arms, and said in a low voice: "Well, I'm an idiot."

The touch of the top of her hair reminded Yan Ruoxue of the rolled flesh, she hurriedly grabbed Uncle Jiu's arm, and said in a 'fierce' tone, "Go to the living room."

Eyes full of water vapor, pretending to be fierce expression, no deterrence, Jun Wuyong's mouth slightly raised, "Okay."

Yan Ruoxue glanced at the smile on Jun Wuyong's mouth, bit her lips in dissatisfaction, and said, "I'll settle the score with you later!"

"Okay." After finishing speaking, Jun Wuyong saw that the expression on Xue'er's face was still dissatisfied, he paused for a moment, pretending to be scared and begged for mercy, and said: "Please, Master Xue'er, be merciful."

Yan Ruoxue raised her head extremely proudly, grabbed both of Jun Wuyong's wrists, said with a blank expression, "Impossible!"

After finishing speaking, he placed Jun Wuyong's hand heavily on his lap, stood up, and left Jun Wuyong with an indifferent silhouette, which perfectly interpreted the words "little man succeeds".

Yan Ruoxue, who had already walked behind Jun Wuyong, did not see, at this moment, the thick and indelible deep love in Jun Wuyong's eyes.

The wheelchair turned, and the two left the gym.

The cold moonlight shines into the room through the window, and you can vaguely see the speckled shadows on the sandbags and the dark red blood stains on the ground. Although they have dried up, they are still shocking.

(End of this chapter)