Mountain people's sister flowers

Chapter 21

"Squeak..."

As Ye Shanghan pushed the door open, the old wooden door swung open.

The scent of medicinal wine in the air and the unique fragrance of hibiscus rushed towards Ye Shanghan. For no reason, Ye Shanghan only felt his heartbeat suddenly speed up.

In order to save some electricity bills, the wattage of the lighting in the room is very low, and the dim orange light is like flickering candlelight, which adds a bit of romance to the bedroom with faint fragrance.

The hibiscus lying on the bed was wrapped in an old but clean quilt, only showing her from the neck up, like a lazy cat snoozing, because of the pain, her pretty face was slightly pale, but that's the case, then The innate enchanting temperament is still undiminished.

Eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of the clothes and pants on the bedside table, and Ye Shanghan became more and more sure that the hibiscus in the quilt was mostly the naked kind.

"Sister Hibiscus..."

Standing by the bed, Ye Shanghan felt that his words were a little awkward, and deliberately forced himself not to look at the enchanting hibiscus: "What's going on?"

"I... I don't know either!"

Wrapped tightly in the quilt like a lazy cat lying on the bed, Hibiscus with crystal clear tears in her beautiful eyes said in a weak voice:

"I remember that our dad used to wipe it with medicinal wine before going to bed if he got hurt anywhere, and it would be fine the next morning, but after I wiped it just now, I felt a burning pain, as if being roasted by fire, huh... ..."

Speaking of the latter, Mu Jin couldn't help crying softly like a child.

Of course Ye Shanghan knew about the medicinal wine brewed from Angelica sinensis, and he used to use it often when he was still in Kusang Village. However, as far as Ye Shanghan knew, the medicinal wine brewed from Angelica sinensis was extremely strong in medicinal properties, and ordinary people couldn't bear it at all.

Before Hibiscus said to wipe the wound with medicinal wine, Ye Shanghan took it for granted that Hibiscus had used medicinal wine, but judging from the current situation, it was obviously the first time for Mujin to use it, so Ye Shanghan couldn't help but said: "Hijin Sister, have you ever used medicinal wine before?"

Sure enough, Mu Jin, who lay on the bed with her jade arms on her head, shook her head aggrievedly.

In desperation, Ye Shanghan said again: "Let me first take a look at the place on your body where you wiped the medicinal wine?"

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Ye Shanghan suddenly felt a little regretful. His left middle finger has the ability to see through. As long as he reaches out and touches the quilt wrapped around Mu Jin's body, he can see Mu Jin's injuries and avoid embarrassment.

However, the words that are spoken are the water that is poured out, and it is difficult to cover the water. If he denies his own statement at this time, doesn't it prove that he has a ghost in his heart?

The originally quiet and narrow bedroom suddenly became silent, and the atmosphere was extremely awkward. Ye Shanghan, who was standing by the bed, really wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

Hibiscus, who was wrapped in the quilt, kept her head buried all the time, her delicate side face and the roots of her ears were bright red under the light.

At a certain moment, she quietly let go of the slender hand that was holding the quilt tightly all the time, and shyly lifted a corner of the quilt slightly.

A delicate and pretty look that you can pick and choose.

Seeing Mu Jin's series of tender and tender actions, and seeing that Mu Jin had deliberately buried her head and face completely on the fluffy pillow at this moment, Ye Shanghan felt his heart jumping into his throat inexplicably.

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Shanghan, who had repeated in his heart countless times that he and Mu Jin were siblings and must not have any unreasonable thoughts, finally stretched his hand tremblingly to the quilt on the back of Mu Jin's neck.

When his fingertips touched the hair on the back of Mu Jin's head, Ye Shanghan felt even more nervous. In order not to make Mu Jin think too much, he deliberately slowed down the movement of lifting the quilt.

As the quilt was lifted little by little, Ye Shanghan's eyes were completely attracted by the skin on the nape of Hibiscus's neck covered under the black hair.

Under the light, the snow-white skin faintly exudes a thrilling blurred halo, which is in stark contrast to the waist-length hair scattered on Hibiscus' bare back.

Seeing the beauty of the hibiscus at such a close distance, Ye Typhoid, whose throat was dry, couldn't hold back even though he suppressed it deliberately and deliberately.

"Gudong..."

In the deadly quiet bedroom, the sound of Ye Shanghan swallowing saliva was so clear that Hibiscus, who was lying on the pillow like an ostrich, clearly heard it. At that moment, her delicate body exposed to the air seemed to be slightly light. trembled.

His body froze, and Ye Shanghan, who died of embarrassment, no longer had the courage to continue to throw down the quilt.

Fortunately, Hibiscus had exposed nearly half of her back at this time, and Ye Shanghan could just see the part where she wiped the medicinal wine.

There is a palm-sized bruise on Hibiscus's back, which is slightly swollen. It is probably because she hit a stone when she fell down the slope before. Because she wiped the medicinal wine, at this time, the palm-sized bruise is extremely swollen. The conspicuous dark red color seems to have been scalded by boiling water or burned by flames.

Frowning slightly, Ye Shanghan said: "Sister Mu Jin, I guessed right, because the medicinal wine is too strong, and your skin is too tender, so you are allergic."

"It's all nonsense, how tender is his skin?"

The flushed and flustered Mujin obviously only noticed the second half of Ye Shanghan's sentence, and she was buried in the pillow with a voice as thin as a mosquito.

"Cough...cough...cough..."

Coughing a few times in embarrassment, Ye Shanghan hurriedly said: "Sister Mujin, I bought some anti-inflammatory drugs in Cannes earlier, just wait, I'll get them for you right away."

While speaking, Ye Shanghan, who felt that his ears were burning, had already fled.

"What's going on, why do I feel that way about Sister Mujin?"

In the living room outside the bedroom, Ye Shanghan was rummaging through the sack for the standing medicine bought in Cannes during the day, while shaking his head vigorously to dispel the messy thoughts in his mind.

With his heart pounding, he came to Mu Jin's bedroom again, but a few minutes later, Mu Jin seemed to have fallen asleep, and he called Mu Jin several times, but there was no response.

His gaze once again fell on Mu Jin's sexy bare back that was still exposed to the air, and by a strange coincidence, his heart was already in his throat, and he couldn't help but gently stretched his hands to the skin on Mu Jin's back.

Although it was just a superficial touch, and his hand would retreat as soon as he touched it, he could still truly feel the softness and tenderness of Hibiscus's skin, as cool and warm as the finest precious jade.

Reminiscing about the astonishing touch that made the heart surge and the blood rush, Ye Shanghan said to himself: "I'm not wrong, it's really tender!"

"Ouch……"

At the same time, Mu Jin groaned softly, still embarrassed to raise her head, she buried her head on the pillow, and said in a sleepy tone: "Typhoid fever, have you found the medicine yet?"

"Sister Mujin, I'll put the medicine on your bedside for you. It's too late and I'm so sleepy. Go to bed first. Go to sleep after taking the medicine. I believe you'll be fine when you wake up tomorrow morning..."

Hearing Mu Jin's words out of the blue, Ye Shanghan, who felt that he had done something bad just now, only felt a burst of shock and embarrassment.

Quickly, he subconsciously hid the hand that had sneaked up on Hibiscus behind his back, and at the same time hurriedly put the anti-inflammatory medicine and a few sets of new clothes bought for Mujin on the bedside table, and then fled out of the bedroom door without looking back.

"Puchi..."

Hearing the sound of Ye Shanghan closing the door, Mu Jin finally couldn't hold back her laughter, and then turned over and lay on her back on the bed beaming with joy.

Her bulging breasts were about to come out, her shining eyes were staring blankly at the ceiling, the corners of her mouth were raised slightly, and she murmured softly to herself triumphantly: "Typhoid fever, you have turned bad..."

When out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of Ye Shanghan's new sets of clothes on the bedside, Mu Jin's brows were full of joy. She forgot to take the medicine, let alone the pain in her body, and bought several sets of clothes as if she had found a treasure. All the new clothes were hugged into her bulging, plump arms.

Deliberately raising her voice, Mu Jin said sweetly to Ye Shanghan's room next door, "Thanghan, why are you sneaking around after you bought me new clothes?"

In the next room, on the old wooden bed, Ye Shanghan, whose heart was still beating wildly, didn't dare to make a sound, like a thief who had been caught and revealed himself.

Holding the hand that hibiscus had touched, Ye Shanghan slept very soundly that night.

Early the next morning, while he was still in his sleep, he vaguely heard the roar of a police car, and immediately after that, there was a hurried knock on the door from Mu Jin.

"Typhoid fever, wake up quickly, did you pay [-] yuan last night? The police are here to arrest you..."

Hearing this, Ye Shanghan's nerves tensed suddenly, and the next second, he woke up in a daze and drowsiness!
"Qian [-], I haven't had time to settle accounts with you, and I didn't expect you to come here eagerly to seek death? If this is the case, then don't blame me for being rude!"

A flash of hatred flashed in his eyes, Ye Shanghan immediately turned over and got out of bed, hurriedly dressed and went out quickly.

(End of this chapter)