Zhuang Xiaoyu blushed slightly, and quickly looked away, "Then I'll get you a change of clothes, so don't wet the wound."

Qin Wuyan gave a low "hmm", stepped into the basin and sat down, watched Zhuang Xiaoyu's back disappear behind the curtain, and smiled knowingly.

After waiting for a while, I saw the curtain was lifted again, Zhuang Xiaoyu came in from the outside, holding a stack of clothes in his hands, the inner clothes were white, and the outer clothes were exquisitely crafted ordinary clothes.

Gold and silver embroidery threads are entangled on the front of the clothes, which is very valuable at first glance.

Zhuang Xiaoyu put the clothes on the rack one by one, picked up the gauze from the bath and wet it to wash him, and saw that although the scars on his body had disappeared, there were still white marks left.

Zhuang Xiaoyu stroked the scar on his shoulder with her fingertips, and said softly: "This place was caught by Commander Jin's iron hook. At that time, you were covered in blood and fell to the ground. I thought you wouldn't wake up. coming."

One of Qin Wuyan's injured arms rested on the edge of the tub, her black hair was wet with water, and the other intact arm pinched her fingers: "The past is in the past, don't think about the past anymore, um ?”

Zhuang Xiaoyu nodded and continued to scrub his back.

Qin Wuyan enjoyed Zhuang Xiaoyu's service with peace of mind, and was extremely satisfied.

His eyes fell on the inner coat hanging on the rack, and he asked, "Here, did you make this coat for me again?"

"Um."

"Carefully hurt the eyes and hands."

"Fortunately, I have made progress in female red work, and the stitches are much finer."

Qin Wuyan turned his head, and stretched out his hand to support her chin: "If you're bored, I'll make one. Of course, I'm happy. If staying up late hurts my eyes and gets my finger pricked by a needle, I'll definitely feel distressed."

"What a big deal, I don't make clothes for you every day." Zhuang Xiaoyu wrung out the gauze: "The water is cold, don't soak it for too long, get up."

Qin Wuyan stood up obediently.

Zhuang Xiaoyu wiped his back dry, and gave him the gauze with a blushing face: "Wipe it yourself, I'm so cold, I'm going back to the bedroom first."

Qin Wuyan touched her hot little face, smiled and let her go: "We've been married for so long, yet you're even more shy than the big girl."

Zhuang Xiaoyu covered her face and ran away.

Qin Wuyan dried himself quickly, changed into the clothes that Zhuang Xiaoyu had brought for him, and stroked the outer shirt delicately with his fingertips, feeling mixed feelings in his heart.

Back in the bedroom, Zhuang Xiaoyu was already wrapped in the quilt. Seeing Qin Wuyan approaching, she quickly covered him with the quilt and hugged him tightly, "Ah Yan, when I smelled you at first, I thought you were It was contaminated on which woman, I was wrong."

Qin Wuyan hugged Zhuang Xiaoyu, his heart skipped a beat, and he asked slowly, "Why do you have such thoughts?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu leaned in his arms: "You never liked sachets and spices, and you didn't pay much attention to putting incense on your clothes, but today you have the fragrance of chrysanthemums on you. After walking for so long, the smell has not dissipated. I thought you smelled like essential oils from a woman...

You told me that you went to Zhuangzi and saw the chrysanthemums, and then I realized that I misunderstood you. Now that the chrysanthemums are in full bloom, the chrysanthemum juice stained your body, and the smell must not be easy to dissipate.. …”

Qin Wuyan: "..."

Qin Wuyan was a little flustered, but he didn't know how to explain it, so he could only pat her on the back: "Didn't it mean that I'm sleepy today, so I have to get up early tomorrow to take care of your father.

It's getting late, go to bed quickly. "