What would happen to me if he was a step too late?

If he hadn't come, what would I have been treated with?

The kiss continued, deep and meaningful, conveying his concern for me.

I closed my eyes and felt the man's breath pouring down, which reassured me a lot.

Thankfully, he came to my rescue.

After a while, I was out of breath again.

He let go of me at the right time and said, "You're like a flower brew that runs around." ”

I was puzzled: "Huh? ”

Him: "Every time I have to be very careful not to let you be drunk by others. You're full of tantalizing aromas, sweet enough and spicy enough. But you don't know it, and you're running around. ”

"I really know it...... wrong," I said softly.

"It's good to know what you're wrong, and don't worry me anymore." He gently stroked my head.

The old horse continued to gallop, and we soon returned to the hut.

The little bowl was pacing in the yard with the little white dog in his arms. She was very restless, and as she walked back and forth, she stroked the dog's head, almost bald.

Dismounted, I was a little dizzy, and leaned into Han's arms with half-squinted eyes.

When she saw us returning, she threw the dog and exclaimed, "Master, you have a lot of blood on you!" Your clothes...... Are you being ......?"

"Nope." Han stared at her and asked, "Are you done?" ”

The bowl said, "The hot water has been boiled, and the herbs have been ground up." I also boiled vegetable soup and rice porridge, which were heated on the stove, and I went to bring them. ”

Han rarely praised her: "Good job." ”

He carried me back to the house and laid me on the plank bed. There was already a bowl of herbs on the cabinet at the end of the bed, which was ground in small bowls. I don't know what is mixed in the formula, but the grass fragrance is exuding, which is exceptionally fresh.

He reached out to untie my clothes.

I sat up weakly: "I'll ...... myself"

He didn't let me move, and said, "Why are you so shy about old husbands and wives?" ”

"Who is with your old husband and wife!"

"After so much blood, you're in good spirits."

I didn't answer him, and he quietly healed me.

The boiling water has been boiled, and now it is cold, and it is cold on the wound. He wrapped the silk cloth in his slender fingers, carefully blotting the water around the wound and wringing it dry in a new basin. A basin of water soon became a very pale color of blood.

I watched him quietly.

This time I came to save me, and I was deliberately exposed to my identity, so I didn't look like I was deliberately disgraced on weekdays.

Under the handsome eyebrows, the eyes are as deep as a deep spring. The straight bridge of the nose holds up the whole face like an immortal in the poem. With white jade-like skin and thin ruddy lips, even after hundreds of years, he still has the shadow of the court concubine on the picture scroll.

This dusty appearance is really a wonderful picture that I never get tired of seeing.

He noticed that I was looking at him, and his gaze, which had been focused on the wound, was replaced by a touch of banter. He looked at me generously and squeezed me mercilessly: "What, the hunger and thirst are unbearable? ”

I was admiring it, but he interrupted me, blushing with shame and annoyance, "Phew, why do you think about this kind of thing all day long?!" ”

He grabbed some pieces of herbs from the bowl, put them on my wound, and asked, "If I hadn't looked so good, wouldn't you have liked me?" ”

"Who knows?" I continued to admire his beauty, "But the person who swore to me for the first time in bed that he would start from the beginning was obviously an ugly musician." ”

He said, "Yes, and then you left me in the snow courtyard and left me to fend for myself." ”