My Wife Has an Embroidery Needle

Back in the room, the sun that was almost dusk fell through the window on the person lying on the bed, as if he had crossed Phnom Penh.

Because Uncle Zhou was there just now, he didn't pay too much attention to it, but now no one looked at him and couldn't help being taken aback, the man's clothes were still open and fell on his slender waist, his body was wrapped with bandages, and his thin arms were exposed.

A head of long black shiny hair was scattered on the bed, obviously in a coma state, but it seemed that sleeping there carried an invisible aura, which made people unable to move their eyes away.

Looking at it, Yan Shou Qingjun's face blushed inexplicably, turned his head away, raised his fist to his mouth and coughed.

Then, as if thinking of something, she ran into another room, searched through boxes and chests to find a snow-white robe, hugged it and ran back, shouting, "Come on, this dress belongs to my father." , you two are about the same size, you should wear it first."

After saying that, he stepped forward and took off the clothes on the man's body. When he was taking off halfway, his hand was pricked by something sharp.

"Tsk, what is it?" Yan Shou reflexively withdrew his hand in pain, saw blood coming from his fingers, and hurriedly sucked it into his mouth. Curious, he lifted the opponent's robe and found a stick from his sleeve. Embroidery needles, and some colorful needlework.

"Ah? So you still have this hobby?"

Pulling out more and more thread ends, Yan Shou felt speechless for a while, and he didn't know why, but he seemed to catch a glimpse of something written on the clothes, so he squinted his eyes and looked over, and subconsciously read it out, "To practice this skill, swing the knife and kill yourself. palace……"

"My god, what kind of evil martial arts are these!" After watching all of them, Yan Shou threw his clothes on the ground in shock, and looked at the person in his arms with indescribable eyes, "You don't know how to practice anymore!" This kind of martial arts, right?"

But this person is still unconscious, so how can he answer him.Yan Shou stared at it for a long time, then put away some inexplicable emotions in his heart, "Forget it, forget it, I'm only responsible for saving you, and you have nothing to do with me. It's your private business to learn any martial arts."

After changing the clothes for the other party, I put them back on the bed and lay down already sweating profusely. Strictly guarding the sweat on my forehead, I still feel a sense of accomplishment. I stepped back and looked at it. I really didn't expect that when this man was dressed in red, he was so charming. Without losing his heroic spirit, after wearing white clothes, he looks as good-looking as Mr. Zhuo Shijia.

Yan Shou squatted down and dragged his chin with both hands to look at him, and said to himself, "You said you don't know how to cultivate an adult goblin, by the way, when you wake up, you should stop practicing that kind of evil martial arts."

I don’t know how long I watched this, the sky outside the window darkened, Yan Shou reacted to the sound of frogs coming from the field, and jumped up, “Damn, I almost forgot about those rabbit ancestors "Oh, my feet are numb."

Xu was squatting for too long, and jumping up too fast, his head was also dizzy for a while, his body swayed, and he rushed over, just like that, a warm and a cold lips just happened to stick to him. got together.

When the sun was setting outside, the swallows had already returned to their nests, and the evening breeze was blowing gently, blowing the green rice in the field, and ripples on the water surface.

Yan Shou blinked, and then blinked again. When he looked so closely, he felt that the other party's eyelashes were long and curled up, but when he came back to his senses, he backed away as if frightened, and fell to the ground.