After rebirth, I became the villain’s sister-in-law Bai Yueguang

Jiang Wancheng turned his back and walked away with the basket on his back.

Wen Chaoyan took off his clothes rustlingly and jumped into the spring with a 'plop' sound.

The sound of water rushing sounded, and a picture of a beautiful man taking a bath appeared in Jiang Wancheng's mind, and he couldn't help but swallowed hard.

She patted her little face and quickly walked away.

Just in time, I unexpectedly found the last missing herb behind a crack in a stone.

"Ah! So you are here. Now that I have discovered it, come quickly!"

She happily collected the medicine and went to a farmhouse she saw when she went into the mountains. She spent ten cents to buy a set of men's clothes that were a little shabby but very clean.

When Wen Chaoyan came out of the spring, he only wore trousers, wiped the water stains on his body with his tattered old clothes, and sat down in front of Jiang Wancheng again.

Although I haven't shaved my face yet, after washing my whole body, I feel much refreshed.

Jiang Wancheng spread out his stitches without any distractions.

There were two wounds, both of which required stitches to heal.

He didn't bring any wine with him, so he soaked his needles and threads in sterilized herbal juice.

Jiang Wancheng also brought Ma Fei Powder. She filled the water bag with water, put some Ma Fei Powder into it, shook it evenly and handed it to Wen Chaoyan.

"You drink it first, and then I'll take the injection after the medicine takes effect."

Wen Chaoyan looked at the water bag and frowned slightly: "Actually, there is no need to waste it..."

Jiang Wancheng stared at him and said only one word: "Drink."

Wen Chaoyan took it obediently and downed it with a few mouthfuls.

Jiang Wancheng smiled slightly and gave him an appreciative look: "Very good."

This made Wen Chaoyan dumbfounded and sighed helplessly.

She was obviously very soft and gentle to others, but now she was getting tougher and tougher towards him.

However, he knew that everything she said and did was really for his own good, so he always cooperated, as long as she was happy.

After a while, the medicine took effect, and when Jiang Wancheng injected the needle again, Wen Chaoyan's skin felt like a slight stinging sensation, like ants gnawing.

Jiang Wancheng set the needle quickly and steadily, and completed the sewing in just a moment.

She is now becoming more and more skilled at sewing his wounds.

After applying ointment on it, Jiang Wancheng tore into strips the remaining fabric of Wen Chaoyan's old clothes.

First wrap the wound, then wrap it around the shoulders and back, and finally tie it tightly with a knot.

This time, the wound was bandaged very tightly, and it would not come apart without any particularly exaggerated movements.

After Jiang Wancheng finished working on the wounds on his chest and back, he started working on the wounds on Wen Chaoyan's arms.

Her cold fingers always touched Wen Chaoyan's hard and tight flesh unconsciously, and every time she touched it, she moved away quickly as if she had been touched by fire.

And his eyes, starting from the moment she wrapped the wrappings on his chest one after another, could no longer control his gaze and fell on her body.

Jiang Wancheng had noticed it long ago.

Her back was straight.

My heart was beating like a drum, beating wildly.

The cheeks looked as if they had drunk wine, and the redness persisted.

Neither of them spoke, only each other's breathing echoed around, and even the wind was silent.

Unknowingly, there were many beads of sweat on Jiang Wancheng's forehead.

When she finally finished bandaging Wan Cheng, she just breathed a sigh of relief. Wen Chaoyan lowered his head, pressed it against her forehead and asked, "Cheng'er, can I...can I hug you?"

He couldn't help but plead.

He was afraid that his abruptness would frighten her, so he didn't say anything first and then tell her later.

The last time the two of them had a scene on the boat, Wen Chaoyan felt uncomfortable for several days.

Although the two have become so close now, they have never acted out of line.

Even in every hug, she took the initiative first, and then he dared to reach out.

Seeing how cautious he looked, Jiang Wancheng felt a dense pain in his heart.

He is obviously a decisive person, but now he respects her enough to be so timid in matters between men and women.

Modern sisters say that caring for a man will bring bad luck...

But, he is Wen Chaoyan!

Jiang Wancheng smiled, "Of course you can, idiot."

Then he took the initiative to throw himself into Wen Chaoyan's arms, carefully avoiding his wounds.

Wen Chaoyan was immediately satisfied, hugging the delicate girl in his arms, first squeezing her fingers, and then touching her tender cheeks with his rough fingertips.

"Don't touch it! Oxygen."

Jiang Wancheng pushed his hand away, but Wen Chaoyan seemed to be in love with her face.

He was pushed away, but he raised his hand to touch it.

Push it away and touch it again.

Jiang Wancheng was instantly annoyed. He sat up straight and stared at him: "What do you want to do?"

Wen Chaoyan lowered his head and stared into her eyes, which were dark and deep.

"Don't you understand yet? I think..."

As he spoke, he slowly lowered his head, his eyes only staring at the bright red on her lips.

Wen Chaoyan made a 'dong' sound, and Jiang Wancheng saw the bulge in his throat slide up and down in a violent arc.

He told her in a deep voice, "Cheng'er, I've wanted to offend this place...for a long time."

After that, seeing that even though she was blushing, she didn't seem to have any intention of running away, he smiled and lowered his head to kiss her.

After just a slight touch, he paused.

It turns out that it feels like this.

Like clouds, light and soft, soft and warm.

It was truly the most special thing he had ever tasted in his life.

It really makes me... thirsty, and I just want to find out.

Of course, he was still afraid of scaring her, so he only pressed her hard, sighed, raised his head and moved away.

"I regret it very much now. Why did I marry you when I was not in Wushan?"

In the originally shy atmosphere, Jiang Wancheng chuckled and said, "I took the initiative to ask you to marry me, but you didn't want to, Mr. Da Lang."

She raised her little face arrogantly, and the breeze blew gently, blowing up the sweaty hair on her forehead, blowing through her watery eyes, she squinted slightly, and the bright spring light on the mountain seemed like Go away.

Wen Chaoyan held her soft face and rubbed it, gritting his teeth: "You little bastard, you clearly know what I mean! Am I unwilling? Huh?"

Jiang Wancheng pushed him away, stood up and ran away: "I don't care! Anyway, I gave you a chance, but you didn't marry me."

Wen Chaoyan was furious, stood up, picked up his clothes and chased after her: "You little girl, stop here! Let me tell you whether I want to marry you or not!"

God knows, he was dreaming of marrying her!

She actually used this to poke holes in his heart, it was really abominable!

The two joked and joked all the way down the mountain.

After Jiang Wancheng greeted Li Yan, he quickly got involved in the refugee plague.

Seeing that he had changed his clothes, and the clothes were full of patches, he naturally attracted winks and jokes from Li Yan.

"Where have you two been and what good things have you done? Why did you, the second master, change into rags when you came back from a trip to the mountains? Tsk, tsk, tsk, there is something ulterior to you!"