A happy event in a fertile field: the black-bellied husband is as beautiful as a flower

Chapter 813 She Likes To Fight Me

Old Chai said: "Everything should be done in moderation. If it is overdone, the effect will be counterproductive. Tomorrow, take this medicine for clearing dryness two more times. If there is no abnormality, it will be fine."

Old Chai glanced back at Chongyi, and said again: "Young man, I don't know where he got so angry. If he is so angry, the fire won't go down. You have to be calm."

After Lao Chai finished this, he yawned and went back to his room to sleep. He only told Chongxian and Chongyi to remember to blow out the lights and close the door when they left.

Chongxian went to fetch water, took Chongyi's towel, drained the blood, and then wrung it dry for Chongyi to wipe off the blood on his face.

Chongyi turned his head away, reaching for the towel in his hand to wipe himself.

Chongxian knew that if she really asked her to wipe it by herself, she would probably wipe it indifferently and carelessly, so she raised her hand to avoid it, and said, "I'll do it, you can't see."

Chongyi looked away, looking at the gently burning candles on the table.

For a while the two of them were speechless.

Chongxian knew that she didn't look at herself because she didn't want to see herself.

He made her feel restless, but he was still pressing.

After wiping her face clean, Chongxian said: "Do you feel better? I'll take you back."

Chongyi refused: "I can walk by myself."

It was only when she was about to walk around that she realized that she was not wearing shoes.

In the house before, she was so anxious that she jumped out of bed with bare feet, but later when Chongxian picked her up, she left in such a hurry that she didn't even care about it.

But that's okay, just walk back barefoot, it's a piece of cake for Chongyi.

Chongxian saw that it was still raining continuously outside the house, and it was dripping wet all night.Fortunately, he found an umbrella in the house, so he didn't need to ask Lao Chai to get the umbrella.

Before Chongyi's feet were on the ground, Chongxian came over with an umbrella, turned his back and squatted down beside the recliner, took her arm and put it on his shoulder, and forcefully carried her on his back.

Chongyi kicked his legs to protest, and just about to speak, he said solemnly: "Old Chai said, you can't be angry."

"As long as you stay away from me, I won't be angry."

He said: "Okay, after I take you back, I will stay away from you." He handed her the umbrella with one hand as he spoke.

In the end, Chongyi took the umbrella.

Chongxian turned off the lights before leaving the room, and after going out, Chongyi closed the door behind her, and then she opened an umbrella to cover the heads of the two of them, and Chongxian walked out of the eaves step by step into the night rain.

The raindrops stick to the oil-paper umbrella in an instant, making a sound like eating away, whirling finely and evenly.

It was rare for Chongyi to lie quietly on Chongxian's back, listening to the sound of drizzle and the sound of his steady footsteps step by step.

Later, when passing by the path under the tree, some branches brushed against the umbrella surface, and the heavy raindrops accumulated on the branches suddenly fell in a frightened manner.

In the sound of the raindrops hitting the umbrella, Chongxian suddenly said: "I shouldn't have forced you like that just now, I was wrong."

Chongyi was startled, but said nothing.

"I know you won't hurt me, but I rely on what I know to force you." He said, "I won't in the future."

Chongyi clutched the umbrella handle tightly.

He also said: "I didn't know that you sent ginger soup to my yard today. I wanted to explain it to you tonight." After a pause, he explained seriously, "I didn't cuddle with her." Hug and kiss me, I haven't even touched her with a single finger."

He also said that the reason why the maid in the back kitchen brought him ginger soup was probably because he happened to meet her fetching water last time, and he helped her carry two buckets of water.But this time, she happened to deliver snacks to the backyard, and met him in the rain, so she gave him ginger soup as a thank you.

Chongyi gradually became confused.

She had not allowed herself to entangle with these things for a long time, because she found that the more entangled she was, the more angry she was, and there was really no reason for this anger.

But when she vaguely heard Chongxian say these things now, she really didn't feel entangled.

Chun Ye was somewhat damp and cold. When she didn't think about anything else, she only felt that his shoulders were so warm.

Chong Xian said a lot, but did not get her response.Later, he stopped and looked sideways, only to find that she had fallen asleep lying on his shoulder unknowingly.

She faced Chongxian with a peaceful face.He still held an umbrella in one hand, but subconsciously wrapped his other hand around his shoulders and neck.

Chong Xian tilted his head, gently rubbed his face against her cheek, then stopped stopping, and walked forward steadily.

Back in Chongyi's room, Chongxian put away the umbrella, and put the person back on the couch very lightly.

He touched the corner of her clothes, and it was a little wet, and her bare feet were inevitably covered with raindrops, making them damp and cool.

Chongxian wiped her feet dry, held them in the palm of his hand, and stuffed them into the bed after warming them up. Then he helped her take off her blood-stained middle coat, and then covered her with the quilt.

Chongxian got up, looked at her sword on the table, walked over to pick it up, gently put it back into the scabbard, and put the sword back on Chongyi's bedside pillow.

He knew it would reassure her.

After finishing all these, Chongxian had nothing more to do, so he silently sat by the bed and watched over her for a while.

Later, he looked at her again to make sure that she was sleeping soundly and the quilt was tucked up, so he got up and blew out the lamp, preparing to leave quietly.

However, before he walked out of the room, Chongyi on the couch suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.

She touched something with her hand on the outside of the bed, picked it up and looked at it, and then reminded: "Your things have fallen."

Chongxian's footsteps froze, he turned around, and saw a sachet hanging in Chongyi's hand.

Maybe it was because he accidentally fell out of his arms when he bent over to put her on the couch just now.

Chongxian had no choice but to walk back to get it.

Standing by the bed, he saw her watching with a sachet, but the light in the room was dim, and she could only take a vague look at it from the corridor lamp outside.

The more Chongyi looked at it, the more familiar it became, and he frowned and muttered, "Is there a girl who embroidered a sachet for you?"

Chongxian stared at her deeply, without saying a word.

He didn't ask for it either, so Chongyi had no choice but to sit up and hand the sachet back to him.

Chongxian said: "It was embroidered by the girl, but she didn't intend to give it to me."

Chongyi froze for a moment, then looked up at him.

He looked at her and said: "What she planned to throw away at first, I just accepted it with a cheeky face. There are many things that she would not think of giving to me even if she threw them away, but in fact, I really want to give them to me." want."

Chongyi suddenly felt that the sachet in her hand was a bit hot. She rubbed her fingertips against the poorly embroidered patterns on the surface of the sachet, and she couldn't help but lower her head to take a closer look.

She said, "If you don't tell me, how will she know what you want?"

Chongxian said: "If I tell you, will she give it to me? She likes to be against me, and likes to see me angry and anxious. The more I feel bad, the more she gloats."

(End of this chapter)