Lin Xinya stood behind her and just hugged her tightly without speaking. His heavy breathing after the battle, his strong thunderous heartbeat, and the faint smell of mint on his body. For some reason, Muloluo could clearly feel it.
His heart began to beat wildly. Was it because he was afraid that he would be beaten down and had to let Du Yan come back? Or was he worried that he would be injured? Or was it the expectation that he would return after defeating the enemy, or some other emotion.
"Are you happy that I knocked down both Du Haoxuan and Ji Xuan?" His hot breath blew behind her ear, and Muloluo couldn't help but wince.
Slowly turning around to look at him, sweat covered his face with a glistening layer of light. There were scratches on the corners of his eyes, the corners of his mouth, and blood stains on his collar~
"Are you injured?" Mulolo asked with his eyes wide open in surprise, inexplicable emotions welling up in his heart.
"It's not my blood, it's Du Haoxuan's." The corner of his mouth curled up, and he seemed to care about her, which warmed his heart. This fight was worth it after all.
When she heard that it was not him who was bleeding, she felt a little relieved.
Muloro accidentally touched his waist, and he immediately twitched the corner of his mouth and groaned in pain.
"I'm going to get some wine and help you apply medicine."
"I'll take a shower first."
She got some drinks and stood outside the bathroom waiting. He came out quickly and put on a black silk nightgown, covering his chest tightly.
Muloluo narrowed his eyes, pulled him to sit down by the bed, and reached out to take off his nightgown, but he held him down with one hand, "You go help Mrs. Li prepare dinner first, and I will do it myself."
Of course she wouldn't believe that he was shy and embarrassed, so she pulled at his nightgown even more suspiciously, but heard him hissing in pain. Muloro pulled it down hard and saw that most of his upper body was covered in purple.
Suddenly I felt a little silly.
Du Haoxuan and Ji Xuan were so cruel that they struck so harshly. How much force would it take to leave so many bruises and bruises on his muscular body?
There was nothing unusual about the area on his waist, but he couldn't touch it. It hurt him so much that he started sweating.
"It's better to go to the hospital for a checkup. The injury is so serious." Muloluo looked at it worriedly. He didn't know where to apply the alcohol. Should he apply it all over his body?
"This small injury is nothing. There is no need to go to the hospital. It will be over if you tolerate it." I was afraid that she would make a fuss, so I didn't want her to see it. This kind of injury often happened in the past, and it was nothing.
Muloluo knew that his words were generally unquestionable, so he had no choice but to quietly pour the wine into his palms and slowly massage his wounds.
But while she was rubbing someone, she began to breathe heavily. Muloluo thought he was in serious pain, so she had to use less force. Her soft, boneless hands moved gently on him, like a fire burning him.
Uncomfortable. Lin Xinya lamented, wishing to throw her down now.
"After lunch, you should have a good rest and don't do anything else." Muloluo spoke softly, while Lin Xinya listened and remained silent.
After lunch, he really didn't do anything but came to make trouble for her.
Muloluo was lying on the couch on the balcony reading a book, engrossed in it. He came over to grab it, glanced at the title of the book, and frowned, "How can I love you across a thousand years and be so boring?
Why don't you talk to me?"
Muloluo glanced at him and realized that she had no common language with him. She simply closed her eyes and lazily let the sun shine on her body. She felt comfortable all over. Recently, the word home vaguely appeared in her mind. This is her.
I have lived in this place for nine months. Is it considered a home with him?