That was the gurgling sound coming from Chu Zhiling's stomach. The sound was so loud that it was difficult for Xin Yue to ignore it.

Unavoidably feeling soft-hearted, Xin Yue frowned slightly. Sitting on the man's lap, she raised her eyes and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Chu Zhiling was a little embarrassed: "A little bit."

"How long have you not eaten?"

"I just had some side dishes in the morning."

"Are you so poor that you have nothing to eat?"

Chu Zhiling smiled slightly: "You were unhappy at that time, and I had no intention of eating."

Xin Yue was startled, feeling complicated and unspeakable in his heart. He raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "You're asking for it."

Both of them stopped talking. Xin Yue finished eating quickly. Chu Zhiling wiped the corners of her lips with a handkerchief. Xin Yue automatically sat aside and let him eat well.

After a while, Chu Zhiling finished eating and called a few people to clear the table, but he forgot to ask someone to bring water in to wash his face and feet. He didn't plan to ask anyone to come in to serve him again. He wanted to go out and do it himself, but saw Xin Yue

Sitting there bored, his expression moved slightly, and he asked:

"Would you like to go out for a walk with me?"

A flash of light flashed in the girl's eyes, but she quickly covered it up and pretended to be reluctant: "I'm not in the mood."

Chu Zhiling smiled, covered her with a thick cloak, put one hand around her waist and the other around her knees, picked her up and walked out.

It was snowing outside, and Xin Yue took a deep breath, feeling particularly relaxed, and his mood became more relaxed.

A gust of wind blew, and Xin Yue couldn't help but shrink into Chu Zhiling's arms. The subtle movements touched Chu Zhiling's chest, and a trace of warmth gradually emerged in his heart. He raised the corners of his lips and smiled slightly.

Soon he came to the kitchen. Chu Zhiling made hot water for Xin Yue to wash his face. He soaked a silk handkerchief in the water, wrung it out, and then put it towards Xin Yue's face. Xin Yue felt uncomfortable and muffled.

road:

"I'll wash it myself."

Chu Zhiling ignored it and gently wiped her soft cheeks, moist lips, smooth forehead, and thin chin with the silk handkerchief, then went around to her ears and gently wiped her white and tender ears.

He washed it, wrung it out again, and wiped her slender, white fingers and the slightly cold back of her palms.

He took her feet, which were small and white, like lotus bones. He grabbed her white and thin ankles, put them into the hot water of just the right temperature, and gently wiped her with the foot-washing silk.

His demeanor was natural, his movements were neither hasty nor slow, and there was no trace of disdain or impatience.

This scene made Xin Yue's nose feel a little sore, and her eyes were not as indifferent as before. She licked her lips and looked at his serious and focused look. The feeling in her heart became more and more complicated, and the warmth entangled her heart.

, leaving her without a moment of peace.

After washing her, he washed himself, and then both of them rinsed their teeth. After everything was completed, Chu Zhiling picked up Xin Yue and walked back to the room.

It was getting late, but he had no intention of putting her on the bed. Instead, he held her in his arms and sat on a chair nearby, looking softly:

"Does it still hurt a lot?"

"What?" Xin Yue didn't understand what he said.

"Do you still feel pain there?"

He was asking about her heart? Is her heart still hurting?

But he was still unsure for a moment. Xin Yue raised his eyes slightly and asked: "Where?"

Chu Zhiling sighed lowly. Seeing such a hint, she still didn't understand, so he lifted the hem of her skirt, slid his hand into her thigh, and whispered: "I said this."

Xin Yue's back suddenly stiffened, thinking that he wanted it again, so he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "It hurts."

But her face turned red again for a moment, and she licked her lips in embarrassment over such a sensitive issue.

Chu Zhiling smiled and took off her pants. Xin Yue looked at him, his eyes filled with disappointment.

"What are you afraid of? I won't do anything to you."

Her obviously disbelieving look made Chu Zhiling slightly depressed. He pulled off her underwear and felt her breathing become heavier, so he reached out to the soft and private forbidden area between her legs.

Xin Yue's cheeks were red, his eyes were closed tightly, and his white teeth were biting his red lips. He was so embarrassed that he almost wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

"The swelling is severe, does it hurt?" Chu Zhiling turned his head and his voice was hoarse.

The man's cold hands came from the woman's swollen and hot area, and the discomfort was relieved a lot. But when she heard Chu Zhiling's question, Xin Yue's cheeks turned red even more, and her little hands tightly grasped Chu Zhiling's clothes.

"You...what are you doing?"

When she noticed that the man had lifted the hem of her skirt, Xin Yue screamed out.

"Let me see."

"No." Xin Yue's voice sounded like a whimper, "I don't know where I offended you again. Please let me go and don't do this to me."

Her scared expression made Chu Zhiling frown, and he felt a little depressed, but he still patted her back patiently, softened his voice, and explained:

"I don't mean to insult you. This morning, you said you were in pain and tired, so I went to ask for medicine from Uncle Hao. But there are three types of medicine, depending on the degree of pain and other symptoms. The three types of medicine have

It’s different. I was embarrassed to ask Uncle Hao, so I had to read the book to see which medicine is more suitable for your situation. Do you know?"

Chu Zhiling took out three tiny tubes of ointment from his sleeves and placed them on the table.

"I know." Xin Yue's voice was muffled, and his heart became more and more congested.

Chu Zhiling lifted up her skirt, spread her legs, and looked at her for a while. He saw that the tender flesh was red and swollen, with faint bloodshot eyes oozing out. He couldn't help but frown, and he chose one.

Open the ointment, dip a little on your index finger, and then gently and slowly push it into the girl's soft vagina.

A muffled snort came from Xin Yue's nose. Her face was already extremely red. She was extremely embarrassed and just wanted to shrink herself into a turtle shell. Unconsciously, she had buried her head deeply in it.

On the man's chest, his small hands tightly grasped his collar.

"Don't wear pants anymore."

"Wha...what?"

After Chu Zhiling finished applying the medicine, he lowered the girl's skirt, covering her slender white legs, and said softly: "Hold it, it won't be easy for you to heal, and the medicine is sticky, so if it gets stuck,

Be careful not to take off your pants."

Xin Yue raised his eyebrows and said angrily: "It's all your fault."

Chu Zhiling's attitude was sincere: "Yes, my wife, it's all my fault."

"I really hate you men."

"I will definitely be gentle and moderate in the future."

"When will you let me go?"

Xin Yue suddenly said this, and the warm atmosphere just now disappeared in an instant. Chu Zhiling's expression froze slightly and he said in a deep voice:

"Stay with me for three years. After three years, whether you go or stay, we will not interfere with each other from now on."

A trace of sadness spread quickly and invisibly. Xin Yue looked at Chu Zhiling with a calm expression, and her heart became more and more blocked. However, the corners of her mouth rose almost unconsciously:

"That's what you said."
Chapter completed!