After the marriage, the sick and weak husband fell off the horse

But Xie Chunchao couldn't explain exactly what was different...

She just vaguely felt that his eyes seemed to have become unusually strong, and the black eyes staring at her made her blush and feel hot.

Lin Jingrong asked in a dumb voice, "Can Chaochao kiss me again?"

Xie Chunchao blushed, and his hands buried in the quilt were sweating nervously.

When Lin Jingrong saw Xie Chunchao didn't speak, her tone was disappointed, "Are you really unwilling?"

His drooping eyelashes formed a shadow under his eyes, and the corners of his raised lips slowly dropped, like a poor puppy abandoned by its owner.

Xie Chunchao relented.

She gritted her teeth and thought, isn't it just a kiss? No big deal.

It's not like I haven't kissed before.

"There is no unwillingness, I am willing."

After Xie Chunchao finished speaking, he closed his eyes and slowly approached Lin Jingrong, and then pressed his cheek accurately.

When she closed her eyes, she missed the successful smile in Lin Jingrong's eyes. She stayed for a while, thinking that it was almost time, then opened her eyes and prepared to leave, but she heard Lin Jingrong's hoarse voice vaguely in her ears. murmured, "It's not a kiss like this."

"what?"

Before Xie Chunchao could react, there was a warm touch on her lips. She stared at everything in front of her with eyes wide open in disbelief. Lin Jingrong closed her eyes, and her long and curled eyelashes trembled like a bird about to fly. Butterfly.

His slightly cool palms covered the back of her head, and his warm breath lightly spread under her face, a little itchy and a little alluring...

The kiss lasted for a long time, his lips flowing quietly like a warm stream, and she was like grass moistened by rain, comfortably feeling the beating of the rain, but the rain was sometimes urgent and sometimes fast.

During this long rainy season, she could feel Lin Jingrong's heartbeat and breathing, and this kiss seemed to connect their souls together.

Lin Jingrong's kiss was as gentle and mysterious as him, hooking you and leading you to fall in love with him.

I don't know how long they kissed, but Xie Chunchao was almost out of breath and let out a few small sobs.

This voice fell into Lin Jingrong's ears, and it obviously became an aphrodisiac, and his already lustful eyes became even hotter.

But now was obviously not the time. He gently sucked her lips with pity, and then slowly let go of her.

His star-like eyes were fixed on Xie Chunchao's flushed face, and his always clear voice was hoarse with a hint of laziness and contentment, "Chaochao, this is a kiss."

Xie Chunchao felt that compared with Lin Jingrong, he was just an innocent fool...

She wanted to kiss her cheek, but...but as soon as he came up, he stuffed the thing into her mouth.

Xie Chunchao should have felt disgusted, but when she recalled the feeling just now, she was not disgusted, and even felt very comfortable...

There is another strange change...

"You...how come you have so many?"

Xie Chunchao wondered if Lin Jingrong had kissed other women before her. Otherwise, how could he be so skilled?
  "I read it from a book."

"Read it in a book???"

Xie Chunchao didn't believe it. Which book would write about such a thing? !
  "Liar!" Xie Chunchao said with a blushing face, "What kind of book could write such a thing!"

Lin Jingrong chuckled twice, "Want to see Chaochao? I'll find it for you."

Xie Chunchao suddenly thought of what her mother had given her before she got married. She was so ashamed that she got into the quilt and refused to reveal her head. Her voice came out through the quilt a little muffled, "I don't want to see it, I don't want it." Watch that kind of stuff.”

Lin Jingrong looked at Xie Chunchao, who was wrapped into a rice dumpling, and the smile on his face deepened. After a long time, Xie Chun poked his head toward Fang and asked in a low voice, "Does your injury stop hurting?"

Lin Jingrong was obviously so seriously injured, but he didn't look injured at all when he kissed her just now. He looked very energetic.

Lin Jingrong said: "Kiss me one day and it won't hurt anymore."

"Glib tongue." Xie Chunchao said shyly, "I'm not a good medicine for pain relief."

Lin Jingrong whispered, "You are."

Xie Chunchao was still afraid that Lin Jingrong's actions would cause the wound to open again, so he hurriedly said, "Lie down quickly and let me see how the wound is doing."

Lin Jingrong heard this and lay down obediently to let Xie Chunchao check the wound.

Xie Chunchao opened the quilt, and then carefully untied Lin Jingrong's pajamas. He saw that the wound was tightly wrapped in white cloth and bandaged inside. From the outside, there was no blood spilling out, so he thought it was fine.

Xie Chunchao was about to put the clothes on Lin Jingrong again when he saw a long scar appear on his chest. The scar was very long and did not look like a recent injury...

But no matter when it fell, just from this trace, you can get a glimpse of the danger at that time.

She caressed the old scars on Lin Jingrong's body, and her warm fingertips slowly slid along his wounds, causing tremors. Lin Jingrong hurriedly reached out to hold Xie Chunchao's hand.

His narrow peach blossom eyes were slightly narrowed, and his eyes were dark and heavy, "Chaochao, for the sake of my life, you'd better stop touching me."

Xie Chunchao blushed and said, "Who wants to touch you?"

She moved her gaze from the wound on her chest to Lin Jingrong's face and asked, "What's the matter with the scar on your chest?"

She didn't dare to think how much pain Lin Jingrong would feel when she was injured at that time.

Lin Jingrong glanced down at the injuries on his body, smiled while getting dressed, "Don't be sad, Chao Chao, I have forgotten how this injury came about."

"forget?"

"Yeah." Lin Jingrong said lightly, "I was too young when I was injured, so I don't remember it at all."

"Who made it?"

Lin Jingrong paused her hand and said, "I heard that she is my mother."

"Your mother?"

What kind of mother would be so cruel to her own child? !
  "But I can't blame my mother. She was so injured by my father that she became insane and couldn't remember what she did."

Although Lin Jingrong said it in an understatement, Xie Chunchao could imagine the situation at that time, a mad woman hurt by love and a poor child.

Lin Jingrong moved towards Xie Chunchao, rested his head on Xie Chunchao's shoulder, and asked, "Doesn't Chaochao like my injuries?"

Xie Chunchao also knew that Lin Jingrong was overthinking, and was afraid that Lin Jingrong would mistakenly think that she disliked his injuries, so he hurriedly said, "It's not that I don't like him, it's that I feel sorry for him."

Lin Jingrong's eyes flashed, and the hand hidden in the quilt unconsciously touched the scar on the other arm, "I don't want to see Chao Chao sad because of me."

Lin Jingrong never cared about the scars on his body before, he even liked them very much.

Because every scar reminds him all the time of what he has experienced, reminding him not to forget.

but now……

Now, just because he didn't want to see Xie Chunchao look sad because of him, he wanted to try to use scar removal cream to erase all these scars.