daily life

Chapter 82

"The mood of sad autumn is more obvious in the north." She murmured, her eyes fell, she saw the square courtyard wall, and she unknowingly digressed, "The beautiful autumn scenery can't be seen in the mansion." Well, there are no yellow leaves and dead vines, it’s better to be outside. But when I go out next time, it will probably be winter. Well, it’s also good to be in winter, let me see the heavy snow soon.”

Xi Lang withdrew his gaze and looked sideways at her.

"What's wrong?" She didn't know why.

He smiled and scratched the tip of her nose, "So you talk a lot."

"I'm not a person who doesn't talk much. I used to be afraid that you would be annoying."

"That's right, how can you quarrel with others if you don't talk much." Xi Lang thought of how she made the second wife dizzy with anger, and smiled in relief.

Why can't you quarrel with people if you talk less?Can't you just do that?She groaned, and bent down to pick the rose that she had just set her sights on. When she stretched out her hand, she didn't pay attention, and the index finger of her left hand was pricked by a thorn on the flower branch.

She quickly retracted her hand, took a breath, and squeezed the pricked finger with her right hand.

He walked up to her, took her hand, looked down, and saw a drop of blood dripping from her white finger, "Can this also be pierced?"

She frowned, bit her lip hard, and looked up at his eyes, pitifully.It was pierced deeply, and it really hurt.

"Don't pay attention because you're afraid of pain? Yes." He was really convinced in his heart, and he had never seen such a delicate person like her.It was also discovered in the army that a small number of people seem to be naturally afraid of pain. For the same injury, ordinary people don't say a word, and those who are afraid of pain just scream.But to be so afraid of pain to her...

He turned his head to call the servant girl, only to remember that he had sent everyone away, he came to be quiet for a while, and the most annoying thing was that someone stood aside.But what if the maid is on the sidelines?It is not a big injury, and no medicine is needed.

He held her hand and brought it to her lips.

"What are you doing?" She looked away.

"Stupid." She was really stupid.He simply took her hand, took the troublesome finger into his mouth, and sucked out the remaining blood from the wound.

"This, this..." Xiang Zhixuan stuttered, "Is this really okay? I... I will do it myself." She always felt that it was not advisable to treat the wound in this way—"Is the remaining blood from the wound not dirty? Is there any?" poisonous?"

You are so sorry for your life.It sucks the blood out, not makes you swallow it.He said in his heart, and took another breath.

Her hands trembled.The feeling of her fingertips made her heart beat suddenly, and her cheeks burned.

Xi Lang almost couldn't hold back the urge to tease her, thinking about the daylight, don't make trouble, then let her go, turned to the stone table, poured a cup of tea and rinsed his mouth, seeing that she was still standing there stupidly , half as a joke and half as a reminder: "Wrap it in a handkerchief." So life-saving, how can you not wrap it up?
She was obedient, and carefully wrapped her fingers with a handkerchief.

He couldn't help laughing, and returned to her, "Ah Zhi."

Her face was still blushing, and she was a little embarrassed, "What's the matter?"

"How did you get here when you were studying as a female worker?"

She said slowly: "When I first started learning, I was terribly slow, and I was afraid of being stuck by a needle. But I studied hard. Unlike me, the eldest sister and the second sister don't like these things, so the master who taught us endured me. It's been a while."

He bowed his head and whispered in her ear: "For a husband and wife, the first time hurts. Have you heard of it?"

Xiang Zhixuan frowned, lowered her head, also very worried, "I've heard of it, what should I do?"

"Should I ask you this?" Xi Lang gently touched her face, "You are too delicate, what should I do?"

Xiang Zhixuan glanced at him cautiously, pondered for a while, and hummed like a mosquito: "It's really not possible, just give me some drug for it."

Xi Lang: "..."

"It's not suitable? It's not suitable." She touched her chin, "Then I can only fight it..."

It's still like a sentence.

(End of this chapter)