Yan Hui's face was calm. Being beaten was a common occurrence, right? Does it hurt him?

Jin Shu remembered that ten years ago, Mrs. Yan loved Yan Hui very much, took great care of her, was gentle and lovely, and she could not connect the ferocious Mrs. Yan in front of her with the considerate woman in her memory.

Mrs. Yan has been crazy for many years, so she has also tortured him for many years.

This is the only person in the world that he cannot use his sword against.

In the past ten years, has anyone asked him if he hurt? Has anyone brought him medicine? Has anyone wiped his tears?

Did he ever shed tears?

Nian Jinshu broke into the courtyard and flew to Yan Hui's side. He held Mrs. Yan's wrist with one hand and stopped her whip from falling. Mrs. Yan's eyes were red, angry, hateful and frantic.

"Stop fighting." Nian Jinshu said softly.

When Yan Hui saw her, his eyes darkened, with a hint of violence and sinisterness hidden in his eyes. He didn't want Jin Shu to see him in such an embarrassing scene, but she did.

Chu Feishuang sneered, "Jinshu, I'm going to teach my son a lesson, get out of my way!"

"He was your son for the first nineteen years." Nian Jinshu said every word. "After he turns nineteen, he will be my husband. No one can beat him except me."

Peach blossoms fell in the courtyard, spreading their fragrance all over the place.

A few peach blossom petals fell on Yan Hui's shoulders, reflecting the color of blood, looking sad and lonely. Yan Hui clenched his hands into fists and listened to the words of Nian Jin Shu in disbelief.

Her...husband?

Chu Feishang asked, "Nian Jinshu, are you declaring war?"

"Junior doesn't dare!" She said she didn't dare, but she didn't let go. "If you don't hurt him, I will."

"Let go!" Chu Feishang shouted.

Nian Jinshu thought for a while, then let go of his hand, but stood sideways in front of Yanhui. The two faced each other and refused to back down. Chu Feishuang suddenly smiled, gentle and kind, "Jinshu, how can I not feel pain?"

It was just a quarrel, don't be offended."

New Year's Book, "..."

Chu Feishuang left with a smile, in a very good mood, not at all tense as before. Nian Jinshu turned around to help Yan Hui, who was injured one after another, and his face was extremely ugly.

"Are you stupid? You are nineteen years old, not three years old. If your mother hits you, won't you hide?" Nian Jinshu stroked the slap mark on his face, feeling inexplicably irritable, "Hit me."

You are such a good son who never fights back or retaliates when scolded. Does it hurt you? Madam whipped you several times. Did the wound open again? Yan Hui, you are mute. Say something, you..."

Yan Hui clasped her waist, took her into his arms, and hugged her tightly. He bent slightly, rested his head on her shoulder, and put his arms around her waist in a very weird and yet strange way.

Hold her in a very affectionate position.

Falling flowers are in full bloom, and the garden is filled with spring colors.

"You..." Nian Jinshu's whole body stiffened into a wooden stick, just like that, not daring to move. The colorful peach blossoms brushed the tip of her nose, bringing a burst of fragrance, and the petals seemed to lift her heart.

, soft, gentle, intoxicating, and panic.

His breath blew a pink color all over her neck.

Nian Jinshu was so nervous that his heart beat out of control, "Don't you feel pain?"

"It hurts." His voice was a little hoarse.

Nian Jinshu had been fighting with him for many years and was not used to such intimacy. She stiffened into a stick again and didn't know what to say.

Silence for a long time.

They all fell silent, as if enjoying a moment of warmth.
Chapter completed!