good night warlord

Aunt Zhou explained while putting fresh water into the kettle:
"Yes, it's sir's. My husband drinks a bowl of it every day. He says it can keep us healthy."

Physical fitness?

Gu Qingyi was even more puzzled, who could know better than her how good Yan's health was during the war?He still needs to make up?
Aunt Zhou brought the jug over, not forgetting to tell:

"Young Mistress, I'll send it up for you, be careful, don't bump into each other."

Gu Qingyi turned her head to look at the medicine jars that were frying on a low fire in the kitchen, her face became more serious, maybe it's because his injury hasn't healed yet.

At the door of the room, Gu Qingyi took the water bottle from Aunt Zhou:
"I'll just take it in, you go and stare at the kitchen."

Aunt Zhou agreed again and again, turned around and went downstairs.

After entering the room, Yan hadn't come out during the war, Gu Qingyi poured himself a glass of water, stared at the white light of the frosted glass of the bathroom door, thinking about something.

He was not around all the time in the hospital before, so she didn't know that he was drinking Chinese medicine every day.

If she hadn't been thirsty today and went down to find water by herself, would he have told her about taking medicine?

The lock of the bathroom door twisted, and a tall man came out wearing a dark gray long-sleeved home clothes. On his handsome face, the ends of his hair that had not been washed yet dried hung down on his forehead with a feeling of hardness.

Lu Qingyi subconsciously swallowed the water in her mouth, and her clear swallowing sound resounded in the quiet room.

The man looked up at her with a smile in his eyes.

Gu Qingyi knew what his smile meant, and hurriedly explained:

"I'm not swallowing at you, I... I was just drinking water, okay?"

She pointed to the water glass in her hand, and the smile in Yan's eyes deepened during the war:
"Well, I know, you are drinking water, not greedy my body."

Gu Qingyi felt that his description was getting darker and darker, and when he explained it well, the meaning became sticky.

Gu Qingyi put down the water glass and shrank to the bed:

"Are you going to sleep?"

Yan sat by the bed during the war:
"You go to bed first, I still have things to deal with." Saying that, she kissed her little face exposed outside the quilt, got up and left.

Gu Qingyi watched him close the door, how could she sleep.

I have something on my mind, and I can't sleep even more.

I can only stare at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, counting the time second by second.

It wasn't until midnight that when he came back, Gu Qingyi hurriedly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

When the body of the man next to her approached her, Gu Qingyi hugged him in a daze. He used to sleep naked, but today he didn't take off the home clothes he had put on before. Gu Qingyi opened her misty eyes and groped him s face:
"husband?"

The man's voice was low, and his big hand held down her small hand that was groping for her chest under her home clothes:
"Well, it's me."

"How did you finish it?"

"Remoting is cumbersome."

"Oh……"

After Gu Qingyi finished talking in a daze, she pulled out her little hand, held his cheek, and said with pouted lips:
"Honey, dear..."

During the war, Yan watched her sleepy and did not wake up, and helplessly kissed her delicate lips, as shallow as a superficial touch.

Gu Qingyi didn't agree, she held his cheek with her small hands, stubbornly wanting to deepen the kiss, and the tip of her tongue explored on his lips.

The man couldn't resist her temptation, he hugged her tightly and deepened the kiss, Gu Qingyi closed his eyes to feel and taste carefully.

The slightly bitter taste of Chinese medicine gradually occupied the tip of her tongue, and when he let go, she frowned and opened her eyes:
"Husband, what kind of medicine are you drinking, it's so bitter?"

Feeling that the muscles of the man beside him stiffened, Gu Qingyi braced herself:

"Before I went down to pour water to drink, and saw Aunt Zhou was decocting medicine, she said it was yours."

She must ask clearly, otherwise she will not be able to sleep tonight.

Zhan Shiyan looked at the confusion in her eyes, which were very clear, and realized that she had never fallen asleep at all.

The purpose of pestering herself to kiss him was just to make sure if he had gone down to drink the medicine.

His eyes gradually darkened, he raised his hand and pulled her to lie on his chest, his knuckle fingers brushed her hair scattered on her cheeks behind her ears, and said softly:
"There is no Chinese medicine that is not bitter."

Gu Qingyi also drank traditional Chinese medicine for a period of time in order to maintain her health and prepare for pregnancy. During the war, Yan was afraid that she would not be able to drink it, so she specially ordered Aunt Zhou to prepare more honey water and candied fruit for her to eat, because of the bitterness:

"Hello, what kind of Chinese medicine do you drink? The medicine is three-point poisonous."

"Yibaoer, I know."

"I know you're still drinking, is it because of your injury? I smelled blood on your body when I was in the hospital. During the war, Yan, don't lie to me. You said you wouldn't lie to me."

This time she had to ask clearly, she wanted to see with her own eyes whether his wound had healed completely.

In the bedroom, it became quiet all of a sudden, and Gu Qingyi could clearly hear his breathing and heartbeat, which seemed to be beating her heart.

After a long time, she heard the man sigh:
"I know I can't hide it from you."

"Husband, is your injury healed?"

Her little hand reached towards his abdomen. He would hold her hand down before, but this time, he didn't stop it.

Warm temperature, soft yet firm touch, Gu Qingyi's fingertips groped for places she was familiar with before.

Soon, her fingertips stopped, because in the past there were only muscle lines, but now there were many grooves and roughness.

She propped herself up, lifted the quilt, and with a flick of her fingertips, she unbuttoned his home clothes. With the help of the faint light, as the soft corners of the clothes were lifted by her, his entire abdomen, waist , the mottled scars all over the place were imprinted into the bottom of her eyes.

The heart seems to be carved and painted by someone with a knife.

Gu Qingyi's fingertips could not rest on those scars that were still glowing with muscle pink for a long time, she didn't dare to touch them, she was afraid that he would still hurt.

He didn't tell her anything, it was the injury and the medicine.

During the war, Yan looked at her distressed look, and explained lightly:

"It's just looking scary, just some skin trauma."

"Why? Why did you suffer such a serious injury?"

There were tears in her eyes, Yan looked distressed during the war, raised his hand to wipe the moisture from the corners of her eyes, Gu Qingyi nestled her small face in his palm, and kissed his thick palm:

"It was the night Melinda drugged you, wasn't it?"

The man sighed, hugged her back into his arms, pulled off the quilt with his big hands to cover the two of them tightly, and a deep and restrained voice sounded in the empty room:
"Ok.

Yi Bao'er, everything is over, don't feel bad, because she was controlled by drugs at that time, she didn't feel any pain at all.

Your fetal phase was unstable at that time, so I didn't tell you because I was afraid that you would worry.

Now you can also see that the wounds are all healed, that's how it is, don't think about it. "