Little Jiang Si is really pretty, and she still needs to be praised for just wearing clothes.
But Sang Qimo doesn't praise it.
He pulled her to his side, squeezed one arm of hers, and rubbed that arm. After confirming that the medicinal bath had an effect, he left her alone.
Little Jiangsi didn't want to, she just wanted to dangle in front of him.
But she didn't put on her inner clothes properly, because her fingers were not very flexible, and the incompletely tied clothes slowly loosened as she moved around.
She didn't know how to look down.
But Sang Qimo couldn't stand it anymore, so he pulled her to his side and tied her clothes for her.
When he raised his eyes, he met her big bright eyes.
She seemed very happy, her eyebrows curved.
She probably thought he was doing her good.
Sang Qimo pursed his lips.
But it's really stupid to be so easy to heart-to-heart with a small favor.
Then his eyes fell on her lips.
The blood that he had wiped on earlier had long since dried, and like a touch of rouge, her bloodless lips became more alive.
I didn't know what I was thinking of, so I deliberately took out the handkerchief that she had punctured before, wrung it out and let her wipe it by herself.
It was just as he said, this handkerchief would belong to her from now on.
The joy on Xiao Jiangsi's face instantly disappeared, and she puffed her cheeks in depression.
When night came, little Jiang Si was also very polite. She climbed into bed early and then lay down on the side of the bed obediently.
Sang Qimo snorted: "Did I tell you to sleep on the bed?"
Little Jiang Si quickly pulled the quilt over her body.
Sang Qimo: "..."
"Come down."
"No."
She shook her head and patted the empty space next to her, meaning she could let him sleep here.
Sang Qimo didn't hesitate, and with a wave of his hand, he lifted her up from the bed and put her on the bamboo couch next to her.
He lay down with his clothes on, and with a wave of his hand, the candle was extinguished, and the room fell into darkness.
The strange thing was that little Jiangsi didn't cry or make any fuss, she just lay on the bamboo couch with her back to him.
After burning the incense, Sang Qimo turned his head and looked over.
Through the moonlight outside, she can be vaguely seen.
Her back was turned to him, and she didn't know whether she was asleep or not.
The thin back seemed to show a trace of grievance in the dim light.
For some reason, Sang Qimo remembered that when he first met her, she was wearing a red wedding dress, with a soul-sealing charm painted on her hand between her eyebrows.
Her strong resentment was because she was caught in a secret marriage out of extreme reluctance.
Sang Qimo knows very well how cruel shady marriage is.
From the fact that there were no scars on her body, it could be seen that her limbs were not nailed to the coffin, her eyes were not gouged out, and her mouth and nose were not blocked. It must have been an accident along the way.
Then, either she was poisoned to death, or she could only be suffocated to death in the coffin.
How much pain and fear did such a delicate little Jiang Si endure at that time?
But after she saw the extreme evil in human nature, she should have been afraid of people.
But he mistakenly regarded him as a good person, so he followed him...
After a while.
Sang Qimo turned over and sat up, walked to the bamboo couch and bent down to pick her up.
She didn't sleep deeply. As soon as she was put on the bed, she automatically rolled into the bed, leaving the space outside for him.
This familiar and natural movement seems to have become a habit.
Sang Qimo frowned slightly, feeling a little unhappy for some reason.
However, this discomfort was quickly healed.
Because not long after he lay down, little Jiangsi rolled back on her own and wanted to sleep next to him.
This time Sang Qimo didn't push her away.
He just hesitated and let her go.
So he didn't notice that the corners of Xiao Jiangsi's mouth, who was supposed to be sleeping soundly, secretly raised.
