You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 221 Contentment
Ying Yu put her hands on her lap, sat upright, her eyes followed Wen Qing'er's figure all the time, and she was not willing to look away for a moment.

When he stumbled just now, Ying Yu supported him with his hands, taking off most of the strength.

I didn't feel anything at first, but I'm afraid that my knees are not even red now.

But Ying Yu was reluctant to say the words of refusal, and he was willing to accept what Qingqing did for him.

Ying Yu secretly pinched the bump twice again to make the knee look more pitiful, so that she could shamelessly get more Qingqing's pity.

He knew that this was definitely not the work of a gentleman, but he still couldn't help but think carefully.

When she accidentally pricked her fingertip while embroidering the handkerchief, Xichun took a small box of ointment and applied it to her.

Wen Qing'er didn't know which one to take, so she brought the whole box over.

Seeing that Ying Yu wanted to stand up to help, Wen Qinger hurriedly stopped her: "Sit down quickly, it's not heavy, I can do it by myself."

Wen Qing'er put the box on the table, moved Xiudun and sat opposite Ying Yu.

Seeing Ying Yu pull out the trousers from the boots, Wen Qing'er only glanced at the slightly red knees, then turned away with a blushing face.

"Ayu chooses by himself, I don't know which one it is."

Wen Qing'er passed the box over, Ying Yu had never used such a delicate thing before.

Pick and choose, open the lid and smell it, pick a jar of ointment with no smell, just apply it casually.

With her back on her back, Wen Qing'er turned around when she heard that Ying Yu had adjusted her trousers.

Ying Yu got up, brushed the cloak on her body, and met Wen Qing'er's eyes: "Qingqing, I'd better go back first, I'm only causing you trouble here."

Seeing that Ying Yu was pinching the opening of his cloak all the time, his face was obviously very reluctant, but he said that he wanted to leave.

Wen Qing'er didn't know where she got the courage to pinch Ying Yu's cloak with two fingers.

Pulling him and blushing, "Didn't Ah Yu say to use tea? The cloak is also torn, Qing'er will mend it for you."

"Okay, then I will trouble Qingqing."

After untiing the cloak and handing it over, Ying Yu smiled subtly, almost dazzled Wen Qing'er's eyes.

Wen Qing'er pressed Xiaolu's bumping chest, took the cloak, took the embroidery basket, and sat on the imperial concubine's couch to mend it.

Fortunately, the cut was not too big, and the gap was smooth, so it could be mended without too much effort.

The bean-sized candle could only illuminate a piece of desk in front of the window, and Ying Yu was afraid that Wen Qinger's eyes would be hurt, so she took the copper scissors on the table and turned on the wick.

Ying Yu was about to hold the lamp in front of Wen Qing'er, when she glanced at the familiar handwriting from the corner of her eye.

Take a closer look, and the board pressed with a paperweight is exactly the letter he wrote to Wen Qing'er!
Next to him, he practiced a few petite characters according to his handwriting, perhaps because Wen Qing'er is too soft and pleasant, even the imitated handwriting is as graceful and graceful as hers.

Ying Yu didn't make a sound, and smiled and squinted her eyes. While Wen Qing'er was only focusing on the cloak in her hand, Ying Yu quietly picked up the pen.

A line of small characters was waved under Wen Qinger's handwriting. I don't know what kind of delicate expression Qingqing should show if she saw it.

After doing all this silently, Ying Yu placed the candlestick on the small table in front of Wen Qing'er.

Moving the embroidered pier to nest in front of Wen Qing'er, looking affectionately at Wen Qing'er's serious and focused profile.

Ying Yu suddenly had some wonderful feelings, Qingqing sewed clothes for him, and he held up the lamp for Qingqing, just like a couple who have lived together for a long time.

Ying Yu felt very content to be able to sit quietly beside Qingqing like this.

　Ying·Scheming boy·Yu

　　
　
(End of this chapter)