"And on the day Honghui Rongxin was born, a lot of things happened, if someone like those evil girls came in again, and hurt the heirs of the master, who could be responsible?"

How can those women have sons that matter?

Hearing him say this, Chu Xian subconsciously got closer. Although he doesn't hold children much, he is still a baby Honghui Rongxin in the end.

She snuggled into his arms, and he sat on the bed with her in his arms.

The two were speechless for a long time.

After a while, the fourth master spoke first to break the silence.

"Does it still hurt?" The man's eyes were dyed crimson at some point.

Chu Xian bit her lip and nodded.

It was really painful and she really didn't want to do it again.

I haven't seen him for a few months, and she naturally misses him too, but she ran into such an oolong.

However, Chu Xian couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "You really don't have to be like this?" ”

He bowed his head and sealed all her words.

He had rather she didn't hurt so much, and it was better to loosen it.

Now like this, it hurts when you touch it, and it makes people's hearts itch, but you can't take it seriously.

It's like working hard to reclaim a mountain field, planting the strange flowers and plants he likes, and carefully caring for them, and finally blooming refreshing flowers after a few years.

Originally, he liked it, and she liked it too.

But now the strange flowers and plants are suddenly gone, the flower fields that have been cultivated with great difficulty are gone, and the road he loves is gone.

There is only one trail left.

You have to start all over again.

It's really going crazy.

I can't think about it, my blood is a little boiling when I think about it, and I really can't press it down except for taking a cold shower.

But the last time it was the Shangyuan Festival, and now it's been half a year, and he really doesn't want to press it anymore.

The man's hand roamed around, and he said vaguely: "Xian'er is sleepy?"

Chu Xian nodded, she was indeed sleepy.

"Settle it." His voice was low, tangled in imperceptible affection.

"Don't ......" Chu Xian held on to a trace of reason and wanted to push him away: "It's still painful in my body, Ming'er's children's 100-day banquet, you have to get up early." ”

The fourth master's eyes narrowed, can he push him, can he say so much in one breath, is he really tired?

"Is it okay to take a light spot?" He hugged her, his arms tightening.

"Xian'er." He would be gentle, clamping her and not letting her hide.

"Don't want it, okay~" couldn't push it, Chu Xian had to be coquettish.

The man opened his eyes slightly, looked at her, and had to reluctantly agree.

He picked her up horizontally, personally uncovered the sheets that had been dripped with a few drops of blood by Chu Xian, and put them on the chair outside. Then he stretched out his hand, pulled a rope hanging from the bed net, and motioned for his servant to come in and clean up the bed.

Then, the handsome man walked behind the screen with Chu Xian in his arms.

Outside the screen, Mama Lan had already brought someone in to clean up.

Spread new sheets and replace them with new thin quilts. Glancing at the other sheet that was placed on the chair, Mama Lan was a little puzzled, thought about it, and decided to put it first, and wait for the fourth master to order it to be taken down and cleaned.

In the screen, he sat on the Rose Terrace, hugging her. Don't give her the slightest respite.

She didn't want to, it didn't matter, he had his own way of making her beg him willingly.

Until Mama Lan and the others outside the screen went out, the man hadn't let go of her meaning.

……

In the early morning of the next day, Chu Xian woke up before dawn.

I found myself nestled in the man's arms, and my face turned red.

Obviously, she wanted to bite him a few times last night, but I don't know when it became like this again.

Although he helped her apply the medicine again at night, the pain had disappeared by half, but it was still different from usual.