Your wife is a bit fierce

Chapter 352 It's Just To Remove Stitches For You
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In the second half of the night, Xiaoxue couldn't sleep, and the words of the masked man kept ringing in her ears.

What he said was true or false, Xiaoxue could not come to a conclusion for the time being.

Did Xiujue Qingyang lie to her, or the masked man?
Amidst the muddle, Xiaoxue only felt a little drowsy when the sky just dawned.

The masked man didn't seem to sleep well either. He woke up just after dawn. Although he was very sleepy, he still couldn't fall asleep. He simply sat up and stood outside Xiaoxue's door to look in. Seeing that she didn't seem to be awake, he moved lightly. Pushing open the door, he put the photo album he brought back last night on the cabinet next to her.

Xiaoxue sensed that there seemed to be someone next to her, and also sensed a pair of eyes staring at her, but she couldn't open her eyes in a haze. She was dreaming. In the dream, he was holding her when the Japanese had a high fever, covering her body. Sweaty, and then falling cherry blossoms, they hugged and kissed under the flowers.

She was struggling in the dream, wanting to wake up and break the dream, but she was not willing to part with him.

There seemed to be a hand on the cheek, a gentle touch.

Xiaoxue grabbed that hand subconsciously, and suddenly spit out an unfamiliar name: "Lin Xiao."

When she realized it, she had already opened her eyes, but the pupils facing her were slightly melancholy. Xiaoxue turned her head to look at the hand, which was a back full of scars.

She moved her hand away in a panic, avoiding him with a flickering expression.

The masked man withdrew his hand, and the word Lin Xiao made his cold eyes show a trace of pain.

Without leaving any words, he turned and left the room.

Xiaoxue stroked her forehead with her hands, and stared blankly at the sky, still a little confused.

Her name seemed to be Lin Xiao just now?Lin Xiao...Lin Xiao...

She chewed the name carefully in her mouth, and found that it was both strange and familiar.

It's like it exists in the apex of one's own heart. You have to experience it with your heart to know his existence.

It took Xiaoxue a long time to return to reality from this name.

She wanted to sit up, but she didn't want to bother him anymore. The embarrassment from last night was still there, with her hands on the bed, Xiaoxue sat up with her own perseverance, and the sweat on her forehead rolled down under her own movements.

Xiaoxue carefully placed the pillow on her back, and pulled the quilt around her neck.

Just as he reached out to get the "Story Book" on the cabinet next to him, he caught a glimpse of a photo album that suddenly appeared on it. He looked at the closed door in surprise, and when he reached out to get it to the bed, he saw the blood stained on the edge of the quilt.

After she was shocked, she quickly cleared her mind.

When he came back last night, he wasn't smoking outside at all, because she found that when he talked, there was no smell of smoke at all. Did he go back to get the photo album?he is hurt?
What happened last night obviously made her very angry, but seeing him go get the photo album for her own sake, regardless of the danger of her life, for some reason, she suddenly felt sorry for him.

The photo album is not the most important thing to her. As long as he treats her past correctly and leads her to search slowly, then these photos will be useless at all, but what is he hiding?
And Xiaoxue found that during this period of time, in his gaze, there was actually a complex emotion, more like a struggle.

When cooking in the morning, the masked man is helping the old man. The old man is old, and it is often inconvenient to move around. Living here, and taking care of Xiaoxue’s body, it is always uncomfortable to let an old man be busy. kind.

The food here is limited, and the elderly eat almost all they grow by themselves, so the masked man sometimes has to trek across mountains and rivers to buy food ingredients, and almost every meal is to nourish his body.

The masked man brought tremella soup, and sat beside Xiaoxue's bed as usual, as if nothing had happened.

The clothes that wiped his ass were washed off by him, and they were still hanging outside. He was only wearing a thin woolen sweater, but he still wore gloves, which often did not match his clothes.

Xiaoxue grabbed the corner of the quilt with both hands, completely wrapped herself in the quilt, guarding against him like a thief.

He didn't show any emotion, he just habitually sat by the bed and fed her breakfast with a spoon.

The photo album was placed by the bedside, and Xiaoxue tried her best to ignore what happened last night from her mind: "Are you injured?"

He shook his head: "No."

Xiaoxue set her eyes on the dried blood on the edge of the quilt: "Then what's the matter with the blood on it?"

He said calmly, "You left it yourself."

"The photo album is not that important to me, you don't need to get it back."

"Are you concerned about me?" He suddenly raised his head to meet her eyes, which were filled with radiance.

But Xiaoxue shook her head: "I owe you, but I haven't paid it back, I don't want to owe you my whole life."

He chuckled disappointedly: "What you owe me will never be repaid."

In the following days, the relationship between Xiaoxue and him was neither close nor far, and he also restrained a lot, no longer belittled him uncontrollably like before.

Just in case, Xiaoxue asked to bring her clothes.

After the masked person took off her clothes, she immediately washed them by hand.

When it was handed over to Xiaoxue, the clothes still smelled of washing powder, Xiaoxue stared at him in astonishment, why would he do anything for her?

Under his care, Xiaoxue's body gradually recuperated, and the wound gradually closed.

The stitches were removed three days later. Xiaoxue didn't cooperate and insisted on doing it herself. He suddenly grabbed her hand, with anger in his eyes, and a little helpless: "How do you remove it yourself? You are so afraid that I will see you." Body? Didn’t you also go to someone else’s bed? I just removed the stitches for you, and you resisted like that?”

His tone was just like that of a real husband's helpless but resentful mood when he faced his cheating wife.

Xiaoxue tried hard not to look into his eyes, for some reason, she really felt a little guilty.

The masked man lifted the quilt and grabbed her shoulders: "Lie down."

Xiaoxue didn't struggle, and in the end he took off her clothes and removed her stitches himself.

The process of removing the stitches was undoubtedly embarrassing, but fortunately she was wearing underwear.

The masked man was very careful in his movements. After the lines were removed, the medicine was applied again.

The scars on the chest because of the soldering iron, the scars on the edges are almost starting to fall off slowly.

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Qingyang Lin Xiao who was lying in the hospital woke up.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to lose his temper, his body was obviously weak, but when he smashed things, he was full of energy.

Because of the reports from his subordinates, both Xiaoxue and Qingyang Lin Shan were missing.

Zhong Tong stood aside with his head bowed, not daring to say anything, and planned to wait for the elder brother's anger to subside before explaining.

(End of this chapter)