A drop of clear tears fell from the corner of Zhuang Xiaoyu's eyes and wet the pillow.

The man treats her like a baby in the swaddle, with the utmost love, even if she is hurt, he is willing to do so.

She just accidentally aimed the tip of the scissors at him, and he was afraid that she would hurt him, so he desperately protected her, even if he got hurt, he would not hesitate.

It's no wonder that several times, when she woke up the next day, she would occasionally see scratches on his face from being scratched by nails, obvious bruises on his forehead, and even teeth marks on his shoulders that hadn't faded in time. .....

She also asked him how he did it, but he just smiled, combing her long hair with his long fingers, saying that she accidentally scratched, bitten, or bumped her...

Only at this moment did I realize that I was actually injured by myself when I went crazy.

Today she slept for a while in the afternoon, she was not very sleepy at all, she waited until midnight, wanting to verify the words she heard in the courtyard today...

Zhuang Xiaoyu closed her eyes, a voice in her mind was screaming desperately: I am a lunatic, I am a lunatic!

Qin Wuyan waited until the person in his arms seemed to have calmed down, quietly lifted the bedding and stood up, took out the luminous stone, opened the bedside cabinet, took out the medicine bottle from inside, and sprinkled it on the wound.

The faint scent of medicine permeated the bedroom, Qin Wuyan expertly wrapped and tied a white cotton cloth to cover the wound tightly.

He tore off his shirt again, and applied some gold sore medicine to the bruises on his chest and waist.

In the soft white light, Zhuang Xiaoyu quietly looked at the man's broad back, two faint beige scars on the lute bone...

Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't know when she fell asleep, all she knew was that when she woke up, Qin Wuyan sat on the side of the bed and looked at herself quietly. The man's eyes were deep, like an unfathomable ancient well, but his expression was full of complexity .

Zhuang Xiaoyu felt a little guilty, sat up with her arms propped up, touched her face, and asked, "Is there something on my face?"

Qin Wuyan suddenly stretched out his long arms, hugged her into his arms, and stroked her back with his palm.

The man hugged her tightly, but cleverly avoided her growing belly, wishing he could rub her into his flesh and blood.

Zhuang Xiaoyu felt baffled and asked, "Ayan, what's wrong with you?"

Qin Wuyan let go of her, and asked with concern: "Xiao Yu, do you feel any discomfort?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu shook his head.

Qin Wuyan smiled, "It's fine if you don't have one, I'm fine."

As he spoke, he took the clothes and waited for her to dress.

When squatting on the ground to put her shoes on, I realized that her feet were already swollen, and the previous shoe size could not fit in at all. Zhuang Xiaoyu did not expect that her feet would become so swollen after she became pregnant, and her whole body was not good. .

Unexpectedly, Qin Wuyan seemed to have been prepared a long time ago, turned around and found a new pair of satin shoes under the cabinet, which just wrapped her swollen feet in them.

Zhuang Xiaoyu was stunned: "When did you prepare these shoes?"

"The day I knew you were pregnant, I ordered people to prepare it. I asked Zhong...I asked doctors and witch doctors. When a woman is pregnant, her feet may swell, and she can't wear clothes and shoes. …

In the later stage, if the belly is bigger, you may have to wake up from time to time, can't sleep, and you may have leg cramps...

When giving birth, it is also a gate of hell."

When the man said these words to Zhuang Xiaoyu, he was full of tenderness, the corners of his eyes and brows were full of indelible tenderness, his thin lips were warm, and they fell gently on her forehead, "You have suffered, as long as I can live Child, I will not let you suffer these crimes..."