"What are you thinking?" Feng Shaojin's body was slender and slender, wrapped in a white coat, and his voice was low and deep like a clear spring flowing in the dark.
Mo Lingwei regained her senses, looked at the person standing in front of her, took out the ointment and gauze from the medicine bag, raised her hand and patted the place beside her, "Sit down, I'll help you treat the wound."
Feng Shaojin sat down beside her as promised, next to her.
Bursts of fragrance came from Mo Lingwei's body and hair, and diffused into his breath, so that he felt intoxicated physically and mentally, unable to extricate himself.
These smells seemed to be good medicine to unravel his heart, but since they got married, his heart palpitations have not been felt for a long time.
Thinking about her leaving, maybe never seeing her again in this life, his heart began to ache again.
"Ling Wei." Feng Shaojin raised his hand and stroked her hair.
Mo Lingwei turned around, lowered her head, and carefully treated the bloody wound on his arm.
The bone was visible in the depth, and it had not been bandaged for a long time, and the surrounding flesh had been worn away by the clothes.
It was like a small operation to deal with.
The man opened his clothes casually, exposing half of his body, his muscles are strong and firm, his texture is clear, and his chest is full and full.
Mo Lingwei applied ointment and powder to the wound without looking sideways, wrapped it in gauze, and sat up with her arms propped up: "I'm going to freshen up, it's late, you should go to bed early."
Just when she was about to stand up, Feng Shaojin held her down, "Sit down, and I'll pour you some water."
Feng Shaojin went into the ear room, poured warm water, and saw that his dirty clothes that were still on the rack fell to the ground, and the delicate and expensive kits in his pockets rolled out.
Feng Shaojin leaned over, picked up the kit, opened the seal, and saw a strand of neatly braided black hair, tied with thin hair ropes at both ends.
Feng Shaojin's fingertips caressed that cut of hair, with a sad expression on his face.
Formed as husband and wife, there is no doubt about love and affection.
Rejoice in the eve of the night, graceful and good time.
Feng Shaojin stuffed the hair into the kit again, put the kit into his arms, and went out of the ear room with warm water.
When the two were alone, Mo Lingwei found that Feng Shaojin seemed to like to do everything for her very much, doing it herself without complaint.
Just like now, he wiped her hands and face, scrubbed her feet, applied ointment for her, and rubbed the high swelling on her ankle.
In the dead of night, Feng Shaojin blew out the lamp in the bedroom and lay down beside Mo Lingwei.
The light from the yard came in from the window, and through the layers of gauze curtains, the hazy figure on the bed could barely be seen.
Mo Lingwei was lying on her side, and the pain in her ankle hit her intermittently. The pain was so painful that she couldn't sleep, so she could only grit her teeth.
Feng Shaojin's long arms stretched out from under the thin quilt, and hugged her in his arms, "I don't want to go anywhere these days, I just stay in the mansion to recuperate, and wait for the wound to heal..."
When the wound healed, Mo Linyuan came over.
Feng Shaojin closed her eyes, pressed the tip of her nose against the back of her neck, pressed her thin lips against her ice-cold, jade-like skin, and her breathing suddenly became rapid.
Mo Lingwei's body tensed up suddenly, and she grabbed the corner of the quilt tightly.
Little by little, Feng Shaojin's thin lips moved to her earlobe, and the man's deep and hoarse voice that dripped water rang in her ears: "Ling Wei, we have been married for a long time."
They have been married for a long time, but they have never been husband and wife.
Feng Shaojin turned her body over and unbuttoned her shirt with trembling fingers: "I am your man, and I have always hoped that you would be my woman willingly..."
Now that I can't look forward to it, that's all I can do!