Don't run away, lady: pick up a witch to farm

71 Confession
Yu Fei was stunned, staring blankly at the man in front of her anxiously checking and applying medicine for her. It was not until she felt a tingling pain in her palm that Yu Fei came back to her senses.

"Squeak." Although the voice was small, but Yang Yu was so close, how could he not hear it.

"It hurt a little at first, but it will be fine soon. This medicine is very effective, and the wound will be fine within a day." Yang Yu comforted in a soft voice.

"Heh, heh." Yu Fei suddenly laughed.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?" Yang Yu suddenly heard the cheerful laughter of the beautiful woman, and raised his head in doubt.

"Your hair." Yu Fei raised her hand with the medicine, stretched out her finger and pointed to Yang Yu's head, she couldn't help pursing her lips after speaking, her cheeks puffed up slightly, she was really cute.

"Uh." Yang Yu paused for a moment, then smiled embarrassedly, touched his head with his hands, he didn't need to look at it, just by the touch, he knew it must be very messy, even the hair crown was crooked, You can even touch the leaves.

"Let me help you with your hair." Yu Fei looked at Yang Yu who was a little clumsily arranging her hair, raised her hand and stepped forward to help.

"Okay." Yang Yu lowered his waist to make it easier for the petite Yu Fei to move.

In fact, Yufei's stature is not very low, about 1.6 meters. It's just that in ancient times, she wore cloth shoes with thin soles, and Yang Yu's height of [-] made Yufei very petite.
Without a comb, Yu Fei gently combed Yang Yu's hair with her fingers, picking up all the leaves and twigs on it, and then tied Yang Yu's hair with a hair crown and hosta.The ancients said that the body, hair and skin are affected by his parents, so although Yang Yu's hair is very messy, it is also very easy to comb.

The slender fingers shuttled through the hair, and they would touch the skin intimately from time to time. The soft and comfortable touch made Yang Yu enjoy Yufei's help very much.

"Okay." Yu Fei put away the hairpin once she had put it away, looked carefully, and tidied it up in time if there was something wrong.

"Yu'er's movements are really gentle, and the little servants help comb her every day. She can't do it without pulling a few strands of hair." Yang Yu said with a smile.

The boy's inner narration: Lord!Except for the first few times, I never pulled your hair again!It's not that you don't like those servants to serve you, so if you insist on letting me comb your hair for you, I'm not nervous.

"Hehe, that's because Yun'er is very afraid of pain. I have combed for her since she was a child, but as she grew up in the past two years, sometimes Yun'er doesn't need me to comb for her anymore." Yu Fei smiled back. .

"Mr. Yang, thank you just now for your face." After laughing, Yu Fei also noticed several fiery wounds beside Yang Yu's ear clip near his chin.

"Don't call me Mr. Yang, call me Yu, or Xiran, Xiran is my name." Yang Yu said, looking at Yufei seriously.

"But, this doesn't fit." Before Yufei finished speaking, Yang Yu cut off the following words.

"I like you, Yu'er."

A short sentence shocked Yufei's mind to go blank, and she lingered on the sentence that Yang Yugang said.

"I like you, Yu'er likes you."

"But me, my identity, I am not worthy of you." Yu Fei came back to her senses and said with difficulty.

(End of this chapter)