Married life with Bakugo

"Theoretically so." Tsk tsk, this is really exciting, and the explicit performances have only started in the first few pages.

"Did you do it voluntarily or did he buy you back?" Chiya continued to ask.

Seeing that this posture cannot be finished in one or two sentences, I had no choice but to close the book and listen to him carefully: "Is there still a voluntary thing like this?"

"Of course, my elder brother is not very good, but his face is still deceptive." He sat down on the seat where Illumi had been before, "So, you are the one who spent money from another dimension. Bought from the world?"

"...No, I was arrested."

Qi Ya's sapphire-like eyes rolled around: "Why do I think you don't look like you?"

"What's not like?"

He twitched the corner of his mouth: "I see that you are living happily every day, and you don't look like a person who was caught as a pet at all."

"Huh," I picked up a cupcake and took a bite, "I'm in a good mood."

"Haven't you thought about running away?"

I silently stood up and walked in front of him, lifting up the too long white skirt, Qi Ya blushed suddenly: "You...what are you doing?"

"I'm wearing leggings, so I don't need to react so much," I stretched my leg in front of him, "Look at this leg, and then look at my arm, do you think I have the strength to escape? Don't say it Lumi, even you can easily strangle me to death."

Qi Ya is obviously still Xiaodouding, but according to Illumi, he has already been able to open the door of trials. I am not exaggerating. If Qi Ya wanted to, he could really kill me very easily.

Silence spread, only the sound of me sipping orange juice could be heard.

"I advise you not to fall in love with my elder brother." He deliberated for a while and finally choked out a sentence.

I gestured: "OK."

"Hey, I'm serious!"

I was helpless: "I'm also very serious, don't worry, I know that Illumi and I are not the same, and he will let me go back when he gets tired of playing."

"You are really...strange." As expected of a brother, even the comments are exactly the same, "Then you disappeared, won't your family look for you? Anyway, every time I sneak out, I will be caught within a few days return."

Even though he was born in a family of killers, Qi Ya is still a child, and he is still a little talkative, probably because his family education is too strict and he has no suitable playmates, so he can talk for a while with someone who is not very familiar with me. .

"It will move forward." I picked up the book again.

"what?"

"I said my family, they may look for me for a while, but they will soon regard me as dead. Time goes by, and I will be forgotten slowly. People's memories are not as long-lasting as imagined." I said Smiling at him, "What's more, I'm not important."

Qi Ya let out a half-understanding sound.

"You better go back quickly, I heard someone calling Master Qi Ya from below." I said.

"Cut—" He stood up a little impatiently, with his hands in his pockets, pulling, "Can I still come to you in the future?"

"If you don't think I'm boring."

He looked at me and said "no" in a low voice, and then flipped down from the balcony with agility.

I spent the whole day reading this book, and only read half of it when I was about to go to bed. It's really thick, but it's also really exciting.

After patting the soft pillow, Illumi came back as soon as he buried his head in it.

My ears didn't catch the sound of his footsteps, but my nose caught the smell of blood, and I turned my head alertly to see him standing by the bed.

I turned on the little desk lamp.

There was no small desk lamp in this room. I bought it when I asked him to do a task. I don’t know if it’s because he has some taste or the person who sold the lamp recommended it. This small desk lamp is quite beautiful.

This is a table lamp with a blue lampshade and a lamp post in the shape of a little angel.The little angel's hand stretched upwards, holding a small light bulb.

The bluish light outlined the outline of his side face in the dark, looking cold.

"Are you hurt?" I asked softly.

"Yeah." He took advantage of the opportunity to sit on the edge of the bed, because the closer the distance, the smell of blood became stronger, and when he took off his clothes with his back to me, I gasped.

There is a deep knife on his back... The knife cut should be more neat. I don't know what kind of weapon caused the injury.

If I had suffered such a serious injury, I would have been screaming for death, but Illumi was very calm, so calm that he couldn't tell he was injured.

I looked at his expressionless face: "Aren't you in pain?"

He was very honest: "It hurts, but it can be endured."

This is no longer an ordinary ninja, but a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.

"It's better for such a serious injury to be treated by a professional medical professional. I'm a layman..." I looked at the bandages and ointment he threw beside me, worrying.

"It's not serious, it's just a minor injury. People with psychic abilities have strong resilience. You can simply apply some medicine and bandage it. The wound will almost heal after two days."

"Two days?!" You told me that such a serious injury can be healed in two days?The resilience is also great.

I showed envious eyes and started to apply the medicine with a cotton swab.

Illumi's back is like a piece of high-quality suet jade, very beautiful, and her waist is so thin, but now I am sweating profusely on the ground, and I am not in the mood to appreciate this beautiful scenery.

There was a slight shudder down his spine.

I was so scared that I had to stop breathing: "I, I, I... Did I strike too hard, did it hurt?"

"No," he turned his head, "it's itchy, are you going to apply the medicine at this speed until tomorrow morning? Squeeze the ointment directly onto the wound, wipe it with cotton with tweezers, and then wrap it in a bandage. Don't use that ointment again." A few swabs and I'm falling asleep."

After he finished speaking, he looked at me again: "Why are you sweating?"

Uselessly, I said, "I'm nervous."

"Nervous?" He tilted his head, a little cute.

"I'm afraid that my hand is too strong and it will hurt you."

He actually let out a chuckle: "No, your hand strength can't even crush walnuts."

Hey, to be reasonable, normal women can't crush walnuts with bare hands. How long will the family make fun of the fact that I have to use a hammer to eat walnuts.

I gritted my teeth and took the medicine quickly according to what he said.

"Sleep." He immediately lay down.

"Would you be pressing the wound when you sleep like this? Do you want to try sleeping on your stomach?" I asked.

His closed eyes opened again: "No, but I can sleep on my side."

Turn sideways to face me.

"Good night." I turned off the lamp.

The next day, Illumi asked me to wash his hair on the pretext of his back injury. I didn't understand why I couldn't wash my hair because of my back injury, but I was quite interested in this game of playing the shampoo girl and didn't care too much.

He lay flat on the shampoo chair in the bedroom, with a thick cushion on my forced lower back.

I picked up the nozzle and turned on the water, and ran it against the back of my hand, only when I felt that the temperature of the water was right did I wet his hair.

"Mr. Illumi, do you want to use a better shampoo or a normal shampoo?" I asked very playfully.

He was very cooperative: "It's better."

Illumi's hair is very long, almost reaching his waist, and it looks even more in the basin. I squeezed a pile of shampoo and put it in the palm of my hand and began to rub his long hair: "Guest, your hair is really black. It's bright and thick, which is really enviable."

He replied: "Thank you."

I showed my hair-washing girl's nagging skills to my heart's content: "Do you want to massage your scalp?"

"want."

"Okay." I rubbed left and right, carefully observing his expression.For Illumi, at the beginning, I thought he had facial paralysis, but after a long time, I found that he actually has a lot of micro-expressions.

For example, now he closes his eyes and stretches his eyebrows, which means he is very comfortable.

I rubbed it for a while and felt that it was almost done before I rinsed off the bubbles. While washing, I gently picked his scalp: "Guest, is this water temperature okay?"

He closed his eyes: "Yes."

Rinse off the bubbles of the shampoo and put on the conditioner again, and continue with a new round of scratching work.

The killers' shampoo and conditioner are odorless, probably because they are afraid of being smelled when they are on a mission?

Never mind, just wash it off.

Rinse off the conditioner and rub the big black cat's head with a towel before turning on the hair dryer to blow his hair.

When the hair grows long, the blowing speed is slow. I use a small comb to comb him while blowing. It takes almost an hour after the tossing. No wonder I have to apply for a card in a high-end club to care for my hair. The procedure is so cumbersome, but I still have fun. Very happy.

"Have you studied this specifically before?" Illumi asked.

"No, but this process has been rehearsed in my mind many times, so I am very proficient. Let me give you a facial treatment if you have a chance in the future, okay?" In the future, if you can't find a job, go to a beauty salon as an apprentice, see Come on, I still have a little talent in this area.

Illumi agreed.

After washing his hair, he looked more oily and smooth, and he looked very well.

"What's this?" He picked up the unread one I left on the table, looked down and looked up after a few pages of text, "You just read this these days?"

I made a serious expression: "It's a very good literary work. After reading this book, I plan to read "The Widow's Gossip" next. Xiaoyi, your library is really comprehensive, and there are still many things I need to learn. ah."

Illumi: ...

When Qi Ya came to me for the second time, I was holding a bowl and tinkering hard.

He looked at me suspiciously: "What are you doing?"

"Pounding the petals of the Impatiens." I twisted a pink petal next to it to signal him, "I picked it in the flower bed, Mr. Deacon has agreed."

"Why are you tinkering with this?"

"To make nail polish, it's not oil to be precise, it's just a simple dye. I learned it in a book."

"Didn't he even buy you nail polish?" Qi Ya looked a little surprised.

"Ah? No, I just want to do it when I'm bored." Add alum and make a fuss.

After pounding for a while, I poured the juice from the bowl into a transparent glass bowl.

"Look, Qi Ya, the color is so beautiful!" I showed off.

He replied perfunctorily, "Ah yes."

I cut the silk paper towels into many small pieces and soaked them in a glass bowl, and gently pressed down with chopsticks so that all the silk can be soaked.

"Did you come to find me secretly today too?" I raised my head and asked after finishing these things.

"I'm aboveboard—"

"Turned in from the terrace."

Qi Ya: "...the juice you smashed splashed on your face."

"Face? Where?" I touched my face subconsciously.

"It's not on the cheek, it seems to be on the eyelid." He approached.

"Eyelids?" Probably the flower juice splashed out when I didn't control the force well.

I closed my eyes: "Where is it? Did you see it?"

His fingers lightly touched the lid of my left eye: "Here."

After a while: "Erased?"

"Eh... fainted..."

"Forget it, just smudge it, I'll wash it with water later, that's right now! My nail stain is ready!" I used tweezers to gently pick out a piece of silk floss about the size of the nail shell.

"How do you paint your nails?" Qi Ya asked.

"Just put it directly on the nail cap, Qi Ya, do you want to dye one?"

"Huh? I don't want it, it's only for girls."

"Oh, don't be so ignorant, everyone has a love for beauty, and both boys and girls can dye it." I grabbed his hand, "Only dye one fingernail."

"Oh..." He who was still resisting just now became obedient.

I gently placed the silk floss on his right thumb, and flicked it lightly with tweezers to align the edges as much as possible.

"Do you live in a country that is very cold and has no sunshine?" Qi Ya asked suddenly when he let me fiddle with it.

"No, we have four distinct seasons, and it's hot in summer, why do you ask?" Well, the nail shells are done, and I started to dye my own.

"You are the fairest person I have ever seen, as if you have never been exposed to the sun."

I picked up another small piece of silk floss from the glass bowl: "After I was caught here by your elder brother, I have been basking in the sun on the terrace almost every day. It should be a little darker."

He stared at me for a while: "It's not dark at all, and why does your body smell of ice and snow?"

What exactly is the smell of snow that he and Illumi talked about?I raised my wrist and sniffed it several times: "It doesn't smell at all."

Tsk tsk, there is no smell of snow, why is it a bit cold?

At this moment, Illumi's voice sounded behind him: "Qiya, why are you here?"