"Is this how you serve your master's bath?" Wan Yanmin had already adjusted his posture between the entanglement of the two to avoid losing his position, and at this moment he had fallen into the water safely, revealing only the dull and somewhat sickly snow-colored skin above the shoulders and neck. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info He leaned back against the wall of the barrel calmly and asked a sneering question.

Nanyue could hear that the little bit of annoyance and anger under his vast calm was enough to make her laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" He had his back to her, the bridge of his nose was straight, and his thin lips were warm.

"Have you lived like this since you were a child? Aren't you afraid of suffocating yourself to death? Nanyue stopped laughing, scooped a scoop of water and poured it on the broad back in front of her.

"You've talked too much today." Wan Yanmin's voice was more cold than before.

Nanyue suddenly fell silent, without warning.

Not because of his sudden cooling tone, but because of what she saw in front of her eyes......

On the back that had lost the protection of his clothes, there were stubbornly lying on his stomach with old sword wounds, horizontal or vertical, red or dark red, and the remnants of the skin remained on the original white skin like worms. The twisted scars are like withered rattans, dead but unwilling to form a web of teeth and claws, winding and imprisoning on the strong muscles.

"It's been a long time since you've been at war, and you haven't been on the battlefield." Nanyue landed her fingers on one of the most hideous-looking sword marks as gently as she could, and asked for a declarative sentence.

She wanted to ask about the source of the sword wounds, but she didn't want to show even the slightest bit of concern.

"Anyone who pursues a tenth-order sword technique will not take these things to heart. Presumably, Nan Xiang has many more scars on his body than on me. The blood he has shed and stained is not as good as my eleven. ”

"I did send someone to destroy Nan Qingxue in order to repent of my marriage, but Nan Xiang had to send her to the palace. They are to blame. ”

"But I didn't expect that there would be a you in the Nan family."

Nanyue smiled bitterly. Is he explaining this to her?

"Ruined her innocence, made her a concubine, and then made her naïve to think that you were really good to her, and when it was useless, kick her away, right." Nanyue slid down a scar between her fingers, and asked calmly, with a little sadness.

"You're smart, so your father obviously likes you more." Wan Yanmin replied indifferently.

Nanyue stiffly groomed Yan Min without saying a word.

She was poked a little.

She is also Nan Aotian's daughter, so the Nan family owes Yan Min a share of hers.

Xiao Minmin, fourteen years ago, how deep did you bury hatred in your heart, did you ever have a moment of true happiness?

I won't like you anymore because you're already someone else's.

However, I Nanyue was born an unwilling person. I want to take your life back from the Grim Reaper, and I want the ice and snow in your heart to melt. I promised a man under the stars, and I must do it, although you are no longer him.

The air was silent, and the steaming water next to the tub drenched the wet hearts of the two people in the room. It's like two people who are riddled with holes, forced and opposed, and accidentally read each other's grief.

Nanyue took out a low porcelain vase from the depths of her sleeve, twisted the cloth stopper at the mouth of the bottle, and sprinkled it evenly and finely on the scars.

It was an extremely strong wound medicine, and when it fell on the wound, it immediately crackled into a gurgling foam, and Wan Yanmin couldn't help but snort: "What are you doing." ”

"The wound on your back is so ugly that I think it's an eyesore." Her answer was indifferent and lonely.

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to feed you poison here."

She was afraid that he would be too careful, so she added.

"It's not as ugly as your face." Wan Yanmin snorted indifferently, showing weakness with forbearance and contradiction.

Nanyue's eyes dimmed and she smiled without a trace.

"I just can't see people in my face, it's better to see people in your heart." She teased briskly, with a hint of malice.

Seeing that Yan Min was about to have a seizure, he hurriedly added: "Hey, the more you move, the worse the pain becomes." Don't blame me for not reminding you. ”

said that in order not to go too far, he took a bath towel to wipe him one by one, and when he bypassed those scars, he was careful inch by inch.

Wan Yanmin quieted down, and his back suddenly stiffened. Nanyue thought that she was hurting him, and moved more carefully. The man in the tank finally relaxed completely, unloaded all vigilance and leaned against the wall of the bucket, and slowly closed his eyelids.

Nanyue carefully looked at Wan Yanmin's delicate face, the movements in her hand slowed down, and then she simply stopped to look at it quietly, and moved her hand to flick the eyelashes of the person in the bucket that were wet with moisture.

was frightened by his suddenly opened eyes, and quickly retracted his hand.

It's just too late, the thin arm has been caught, Nanyue's slender eyelashes are raised in a row, and she has no choice but to look at the evil and cool star eyes in front of her.

She was sure that the eyes of the master in front of her were in an absolutely clear state at the moment.

Wan Yanmin seemed to be a wound that was stimulated to pain, and as if his heart was suddenly tormented by something, two or three fine sweats appeared on his forehead, and the tips of his eyebrows were cramped and obliquely raised. His gaze was straight at Nanyue, with a domineering attitude that wanted to see her heart.

He clasped her arm tightly, and his thin lips, soaked red with moisture, spat out a mutilated sentence.

"Do you have ......?"

Nanyue looked at him in astonishment, ignoring the brutal words on her wrist.

She noticed that Wan Yanmin's breathing and voice were rapid. The two oblique eyebrows wrinkled more and more messy, he closed his eyes deeply, and the second half of the unfinished sentence seemed to be pressed back with the tilting of his eyes.

She doesn't speak.

I didn't dare to guess what the half sentence that Yan Min hadn't finished talking was.

Wan Yanmin stared at the scarred face for a long time, his breathing gradually smoothed out, and the confinement between his five fingers involuntarily relaxed.

Nanyue looked back at him with a clear and distant gaze.

The hands finally let go. The tight air also loosened across.

Nan Yue got this gap, and hurriedly picked up the bath towel from the water again, and cleaned it meticulously for him. On top of the old scars, there were clearly several new wounds. Nanyue guessed that Yan Min must have just experienced a vicious battle.

She tried to keep her movements gentle, helping him calm all the emotions that he shouldn't have. Only in this way can the two of them be safe.

After finally washing, Wan Yanmin casually wrapped himself in a middle coat and said to Nanyue as a matter of course: "You keep vigil here, I sleep." ”