Xiahou Huan'er breathed a sigh of relief, put down the palms covering her eyes, and lay relaxed in the bathtub.
His long, rough fingers fell on her face, and his fingertips gently touched her lips.
Suddenly, Xiahou Huan'er opened her mouth and bit hard.
Immediately there was a sharp sting on his finger. Dongfang Xing stared at her, neither pulling back nor struggling. He just raised his eyebrows and said mockingly: "Are you a dog? You like to bite people so much."
Xiahou Huan'er spit out his finger, saw the deep teeth marks on it, and sneered without guilt: "Who made you have a wrong idea?"
Who is it that misunderstood Mr.
Isn’t it clear that this is an injustice?
He didn't do anything and was bitten by her.
He took the bath towel aside, picked her up from the bathtub, wrapped her in the bath towel, and carefully dried the water droplets on her body, then took her back to the bed and helped her put on the bathrobe considerately.
Xiahou Huan'er twisted her restless little body and rubbed her foot against the plastered foot.
Dongfang Xing glanced at her with narrowed eyes, raised his lips and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Xiahou Huan'er was about to cry but without tears, she reached out and scratched the foot that was covered with plaster: "My foot is itchy..."
Dongfang Xing quickly held her hand and stopped her from scratching it. He frowned and stared at her: "Warm water promotes blood circulation. Why did you bother just now?"
She stared at him angrily: "You are the one who tormented me, please hurry up and help me catch him...I am so uncomfortable..."
The bad guys complain first!!!
Dongfang Xing gave her a cold look, but still grabbed her foot and helped her rub and press it on the edge of the plaster.
There is no difference at all from scratching an itch.
With a sad face, she continued to complain dissatisfiedly: "It's still very uncomfortable, please try harder..."
Dongfang Xing looked calm and continued to rub it slowly or quickly.
"Can't you bear this? Let's see how you can endure it when the congestion dissipates."
Xiahou Huan'er grabbed the quilt and buried her face in the pillow, suddenly feeling extremely desolate.
In my heart, I began to curse Shen Liao’s eighteenth generation of ancestors...
The ancestors of the Shen family who were tortured said they were innocent, so what does it have to do with them?! He could have been shot while lying in a coffin.
I don't know how long it took, but the sound of even breathing came to her ears. She had spent a lot of energy today, and after she relaxed, she fell into a deep sleep.
Dongfang Xing carefully put her legs back on the bed and gently dug her face out of the pillow.
Xia Hou Huan'er, who was sleeping hazily, groaned, unconsciously stretched out her arms to hug his waist, snuggled her small body into his arms, rubbed it for a few times, and muttered: "Dongfang Xing...you
Why haven't you come... to find me..."
She was dreaming, and her consciousness was still stuck in the memory of the imperial capital.
Dongfang Xing lay down next to her, held her in his arms, lowered his head and kissed her sweet face, his face full of tenderness and care.
His voice was low and soothing: "I will always be by your side."
She seemed to have listened to his words, and the corners of her lips raised slightly, outlining a charming arc.
It made him so rare that he couldn't take his eyes off it. If possible, he really wanted to hide her smile.
Her pink cherry lips breathed out a charming fragrance, and she murmured unconsciously: "Dongfang Xing, I just want to... be with you... I don't want to go anywhere..."
Dongfang Xing was shocked. Hearing her words of reliance on him, his heart had never felt so warm.
