Seeing him agree, Ning Xiang was overjoyed, and his plain white fingers hurriedly picked out a piece of balm from the iron box, first covered it in the palm of his hand, and waited for the balm to melt slightly before handing it to Liang Bozhao.

Liang Bozhao has never used this kind of thing, it is like a cow chewing a peony, and when he wipes it, he will rub it on his face.

Ning Xiang got up in a hurry and hurriedly stopped him; "It's not like that."

Liang Bozhao looked at her condescendingly, but he still followed her thoughts and stopped the gesture.

Ning Xiang looked at the balm on his face, and he didn't apply it evenly, but he was tall and big, so she couldn't help laughing.

Her smile was like a budding flower that suddenly bloomed, and the beauty made people reluctant to look away, Liang Bozhao saw it in his eyes, and his dark eyes suddenly became dark.

The corners of Ning Xiang's lips pursed into a smile, she stood on tiptoe, her soft little hands caressed the man's cheeks, and gently melted the balm away, evenly smearing it on her husband's face.

Liang Bozhao didn't move, only his eyes were always staring at Ning Xiang, Ning Xiang was very close to him, and the breath between each other was close at hand, after the balm was finished, Ning Xiang lowered his eyes, and held Liang Bozhao's big hand again, and wiped all the remaining balm on his hand, she wiped it very patiently, and didn't even let go between her fingers, to do all this well, Ning Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, and was just about to withdraw her hand, but she didn't want to be grasped by Liang Bozhao.

Ning Xiang was stunned, raised his head and met the man's black eyes, his eyes were deep and dark, and there seemed to be a fire burning again in the depths of his pupils.

Liang Bozhao pulled her towards him, clasped her slender waist with one hand, and leaned down, seeing the man's face constantly enlarged, Ning Xiang was a little flustered, her fingers curled up uneasily, and her slender body leaned against the man's strong and powerful arms, like a white tuberose jade, with a faint fragrance.

Liang Bozhao didn't go any further, only stretched out his hand to brush up the broken hair on her forehead for her, and her originally hot eyes became restrained again, and she whispered; "Wait for me at home." After speaking, he let go of her, went to the yard, and put the firewood that had already been tied on his back.

Ning Xiang knew that his man was going to the city to do business, and seeing that he was busy working, he couldn't care about being shy anymore, so he hurriedly went to the stove room and got a few steamed buns, afraid that he would have no taste for them, so he broke the steamed buns again, sandwiched some pickles in the middle, wrapped them and handed them to him.

Liang Bozhao took it and was about to leave, but Ning Xiang called him again, went to the stove room to take down the water hyacinth, poured it with water, and handed it to the husband.

Liang Bozhao saw that he had only entered the city once, but his little lady wished to give him everything in the house, only to make him both funny and pitiful.

"It's enough to bring some dry food, you don't need these things."

Seeing that he refused, Ning Xiang bit her lip and spoke quietly; "I put pickles in the steamed buns, you will definitely be thirsty if you eat it, so bring this water."

As she spoke, she looked at him with blank eyes, her delicate face was weak and innocent, soft and moistened people's hearts.

Liang Bozhao compromised again, he took the gourd, hooked his lips almost invisibly, and looked at Ning Xiang's gaze, which was already a little warmer.

"Be careful at home." He admonished in a deep voice.