The two of them were so busy that they had to work together.

Du Wanchun heard the call and quickly turned around to look at him.

Zhou Ruiyuan sat upright on the chair. Although he had disabled legs, he was as imposing as a normal man.

He even had the aura of a nobleman in a high position.

She was a little flustered for a moment.

When she was lost in thought, Zhou Ruiyuan gently held her hand, carefully spread her palm, then opened the incense box and took out a lump of white ointment from it and gently rubbed it on her hand.

His hand was very warm, like a soft cloud that wrapped her whole little hand.

Du Wanchun was startled and quickly pulled her hand back, "Husband, you..."

Before she finished speaking, Zhou Ruiyuan immediately grabbed her hand back, gently rubbed the cracked wound on her finger with his fingertips, and said: "This ointment is made by my mother, don't worry, it won't hurt."

Du Wanchun's face turned red, and the gentle touch from her hand was like a feather passing by, gently brushing all the skin on her body.

She felt her heartbeat speed up, and the fire on her face rushed straight to her forehead, "Thank...thank you...husband..."

When Zhou Ruiyuan heard her thanks, the corners of his lips slightly raised a small arc, but he quickly hid the smile, pretending to be calm, and took her other hand to continue applying the ointment to her.

Du Wanchun's hands had long been scarred by the torture of her stepmother Liu. This was the first time someone held her hand and smoothed out the scars on her.

She looked up at his handsome face with a serious expression, and her heart was warm. The corners of her lips unconsciously raised, and her dimples were more beautiful than the flowers in spring.

There was not much ointment in Zhou Ruiyuan's perfume box. After applying it on Du Wanchun's two hands, more than half of it was gone. He covered the perfume box and put it in her palm, saying, "Take the rest and apply a little every day."

Du Wanchun held the perfume box tightly in her hand as if it were a treasure, and nodded heavily, "Yes."

"Brother, sister-in-law, eat quickly, otherwise it will get cold later." Zhou Feng came back. He couldn't see with his eyes, and didn't know what the two of them were doing. He just felt that there was no movement for a long time, so he called them.

Du Wanchun quickly put away the perfume box and smiled, "Yes, eat quickly, otherwise it will be bad if it gets cold."

After that, he turned around and brought out the cornmeal cakes from the kitchen.

Zhou Ruiyuan followed her and took the bowls and chopsticks.

After the three of them had lunch, Aunt Zhou came back with Zhou Zhao.

Twenty copper coins were not much, so Aunt Zhou bought some rice and medicine. But what surprised Du Wanchun was that Aunt Zhou also bought a new piece of cloth. Although the cloth was not a precious material, it was dyed with a light orange color, which looked much better than the gray linen they were wearing.

Du Wanchun looked at the cloth and asked in surprise: "Mother, why did you buy a piece of cloth?"

Aunt Zhou gestured with the cloth on her body and said with a smile: "You will return home in two days. You have to dress better to annoy your vicious stepmother."

Du Wanchun suddenly remembered that she and her sister would return home in two days. She almost forgot about it, but Aunt Zhou kept it in mind.

After Aunt Zhou finished gesturing, she continued, "I'll make you a new dress right now. The style must be the best."

Du Wanchun hurriedly said, "Mom, it's not necessary."

Aunt Zhou took out the needle and thread from the house and said, "Why not? Wanchun, you have to listen to me this time. Your stepmother and stepsister have always bullied you. This time when you go back to your parents' home, you must put down their arrogance."

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