Chapter 47: The former favorite and the current her
He lowered his head and carefully picked out the thorns from the fish meat, and then placed the clean and fragrant fish meat on her plate. Time and time again, he was careful and attentive. She looked at his repeated movements back and forth, and remembered
When she was a child, she liked to eat fish, but she hated the thorns that appeared from time to time in the fish. Every time she ate, she would stick to him and throw the fish meat piece by piece into his plate, and then replace it with clean fish piece after piece.
Hou La's father couldn't stand it and ordered her to do it herself very seriously. As a result, that time, she got a long fish bone stuck in her throat, and she couldn't pull it out after trying all kinds of methods. She was in pain.
She kept crying, but could not make a sound. He carried her for a long distance, and finally the fish bone came out, but she was in so much pain that she dared not speak for a week.
But she still likes to eat fish.
From then on, whenever fish was served, he would always spontaneously carry the plate over, carefully handle the fish, and then put it on the plate that she was eagerly waiting for.
He originally didn't eat fish, but because he followed her, she would inevitably throw fish and meat to him when she was willful. As time went by, he seemed to get used to it even though he didn't eat fish.
But now it seems that he has bound her with family affection. But she is trying every possible means to escape from him using the reason of love.
She lowered her head and swept all the fish meat from the plate into her mouth. Just like she did when she was a child, she was not afraid of fish bones getting stuck in her throat and trusted her completely. There was a tight taste in her throat, and the mellow fish meat was in her mouth. Now
But the food does not taste good.
She noticed that he had taken off his coat and it was very warm in the room. He lifted up his sleeves slightly to make it easier for her to fight with the fish. She couldn't stop her thoughts, raised her head, and looked at him carefully around her.
The fine short hair looks messy, but it is delicate and stylish. The sunlight is scattered on it, giving it a slightly golden color. He has a face that even a woman can't match. The chin line is a bit tight, but his face is very calm.
.She looked at it and couldn't help but feel a little lost.
Finally, her eyes fell on his arm after he had rolled up his sleeves, and a light pink trace faintly climbed up his strong arm.
That's because she stayed.
She was very playful when she was a child, and her father told her sternly many times because of this. But every time she went in one ear and out the other. Once she fell from the rockery, and when he rushed over to save her, he didn't
He carefully scratched his arm. When he returned home, his father sternly asked the two of them what was going on. He Mingjue did not tell her about her playful behavior, only that he was not careful.
His father was furious, and the reaction of the always sensible He Mingjue made him very angry. That night, He Mingjue stood in the heavy rain and refused to tell the reason for the injury. At that time, she was frightened and cried.
She ran over and took his hand to explain everything to her father. But he held her in his arms and laughed. To this day, she still remembers what he said at that time.
"Xixi, I'm in pain, and you're unfairly hurting me!"
In the past, He Mingjue always tried his best to prevent her from being hurt. But now, he was causing her pain again and again. She even felt that there was a place in her heart that was already hurting even worse, but he still refused to let her go.
"What's wrong?"
A soft call finally brought Wen Xihe back from his thoughts.
She tilted her head away, lowered her head and continued to pick out the fish meat on the plate. She reached out and touched her cheek, only to find that it was full of moisture.
He Mingjue next to her looked at her with complicated eyes. She couldn't understand his expression, but when she looked over, she saw the wound on his forehead.
She did not forget the trauma caused by the thrown cup from her hand.
"Why didn't you deal with it?" She seemed to have forgotten the situation of the two of them. She knelt on the floor, straightened her body, and carefully pushed away the broken hair scattered on He Mingjue's forehead. The wound was not scabbed, but the hair was absorbed.
After going in, when she tried to pull it out, more blood stains came out. Feeling anxious, she got up from the floor and rushed to a familiar place to rummage through the medical kit.
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