My Wife Has an Embroidery Needle

Singing and laughing lasted until midnight. After everything was packed, Yan Shou took Dongfang Bubai back to his room, lit the candles, took out the mattress from the closet and made it up. More, I will order some sandalwood for you later, and if you wake up from the wound at night, you can just call me..."

When he turned around impatiently, Dongfang Bubai had already taken off his clothes behind him, revealing his snow-white back and slender waist. Very charming.

If it was daytime, Yan Shou couldn't think of anything, but now in the dead of night, when the two of them were alone, he suddenly felt hot, so he hurriedly turned his head and didn't dare to look any more. He immediately said, "The bed is already made, I'll go there first."

"Why, don't you change my medicine?" Dongfang Bubai sat down on the bed boldly, bent one leg, and put his hands on his knees. He was wearing a red dress that faded dazzlingly around his waist. He was thin but round. The shoulders, the elegant neck and the delicate clavicle, under the dancing dim candlelight, look like a beauty in an ancient painting.

"I...Okay." I can't say the words of refusal, just die, Yan Shou took a deep breath, and walked over with the medicine as if dying, the closer the distance, the faster and faster the heartbeat .

Please, don't jump so fast!Yan Shou tried his best to suppress it, but when he sat next to this person and smelled the vague fragrance wafting from his body, he regretted agreeing to it, so at this moment, he could only lower his head very low, afraid be heard by the other party.

But when he untied the bandage and saw the sword wound on the man's shoulder again, Yan Shou's eyes darkened, and he murmured with pity and love, "Who on earth hurt you so badly? ..."

At this moment, the candlelight in the room was flickering, and from nowhere, moths flew towards the flames without hesitation. Half of the gray wings were burned in an instant, and then the light body fell to the ground, dying.

Dongfang Bubai lowered his eyelids, and the shadows cast by the fan-shaped eyelashes under the candlelight showed no emotion.

After a long time, he said, "My body is very sticky with sweat, but there is water, I want to take a bath first."

Hearing this, Yan Shou shook his head and shook his head like a rattle, "No, no, you have injuries, so you can't touch the water."

Dongfang Bubai sneered, "What can a mere injury do to me?"

After getting along with him for a day, Yan Shou understood him somewhat, and said in a more emphatic tone, "You must not touch the water, or the wound will become inflamed and you will be in trouble."

But seeing that the other party didn't seem to give in at all, he said lightly, "There seems to be a well outside this yard."

"Why can't you take good care of your body?!" Seeing that he did this intentionally, and even fearing that he would really do it, Yan Shou was a little annoyed. He stood up, but when he saw the other person's face, his temper immediately went out So I had no choice but to take a step back and said, "I'll get you some hot water to wipe your body, but the wound must not touch the water!"

"I have to listen to you?" Dongfang Bubai raised his eyebrows with interest from his reaction.

Yan Shou thumped in his heart and was a little at a loss, as if he didn't let the other party listen to his reasons, but he still found a reason, and said with a shy face, "I am your savior anyway, so of course you must listen to me. "

"Didn't you say that I'm your unmarried wife?" As if feeling more and more amused, Dongfang Bubai turned around, leaned slightly, grabbed his neckline, and asked with a half-smile.

Because they were too close, Yan Shou felt as if he was about to suffocate, so he turned away from looking at him, and stammered, "Then, it's just a joke, don't take it seriously."

"So it was just a joke." Dongfang Bubai stepped back, shrugged his shoulders, and put his clothes back on.

"Bai Yi, I..." At this moment, Yan Shou's inner emotions seemed to explode, and he quickly grabbed his retracted hand, but the words he wanted to say couldn't come out as if stuck in his throat, so he finally had to give up and let go of the other party's hand Holding his hand, he shook his head and said, "Wait for me, I'm going to fetch water."

Then he ran out of the room as if fleeing for his life, and squatted down at the door as if he had collapsed. He hid aside and didn't dare to breathe, and didn't dare to look inside. Instead, he covered his head helplessly, thankfully But he felt a little bit regretful that he didn't speak out.