As soon as Liang Bozhao stepped into the house, he saw this scene.

Ning Xiang sat on the edge of the bed, stroking his clothes in her hands, the light from her eyes was soft, as if his clothes were some kind of treasure, she couldn't put it down.

Seeing him come in, a trace of shyness flashed between the little lady's eyebrows, and she only stood up and held her clothes in front of him, and said softly; "I've sewn it up, you can put it on and try it on."

Liang Bozhao glanced at her, only blushing slightly, and then took the shirt and put it on, he has always been not very particular about food and clothing, he used to live alone, whenever his clothes were damaged, there was no way to do it, so he could only continue to wear it, until it was badly damaged, and then he threw it away.

And Ning Xiang has not only washed all his clothes in the past few days, but also repaired and woven the rotten places finely, she made a good female red, the fine stitches, Liang Bozhao saw it in his eyes, and he only felt soft in his heart, thinking that he was a young man and running around, even he himself couldn't remember how much suffering he had endured over the years, and now, he has passed the age of standing, and finally has a home, a woman who knows cold and hot.

Ning Xiang also changed his clothes again when weaving, and when Liang Bozhao put them on, it was much more suitable than before, his appearance was not evil, but his figure was attributed to Kuiwei, which was intimidating.

"I'm going to go into the city later, I'm afraid I'll be back late, and I don't have to wait for dinner." Liang Bozhao buttoned up his clothes, said hello to Ning Xiang, and wanted to turn around and go out, but before he could take a step, his big hands were grabbed by a pair of soft and delicate little hands.

He turned his head and saw Ning Xiang standing there with her eyelashes down, and said crisply; "Wait a minute, I have something for you."

Liang Bozhao frowned slightly, unable to guess the little lady's thoughts.

Ning Xiang blushed, hurriedly walked to her dowry box, bent down and took out a small iron box from inside.

"What is this?" Liang Bozhao was puzzled.

Ning Xiang pursed her lips and smiled, opened the iron box, and a fragrance suddenly overflowed, which turned out to be a woman's balm.

Liang Bozhao was a little helpless, looked at his little lady, and smiled faintly; "You're going to give me this?"

Ning Xiang nodded, her voice was very soft, making people listen to it, and they only felt that their hearts were going to melt; "It's windy outside, and it hurts to blow on your face, so if you put on some balm, your face won't hurt."

When this box of balm was still incense and married, Dong's mother specially bought it for her daughter from the market, and it can't be compared with the ladies and ladies in the city.

Liang Bozhao couldn't cry or laugh, how could he use this kind of girl's thing. He shook his head; "I have rough skin and thick meat, where can I use this, you still keep it for yourself."

Ning Xiang was silent, that day she secretly stroked Liang Bozhao's face, and felt that his face was rough and prickly, obviously caused by blowing too much wind and frost, and at that time I thought that when he went out again, he must apply a little balm to him, not to mention anything else, at least his face will not be tight and uncomfortable, this kind of weather, but it is the most prone to frostbite skin.

Seeing that his little lady stopped talking, Liang Bozhao was a little unbearable, and just wanted to say a few words, he saw Ning Xiang raise her head, look at herself with blank eyes, and whispered; "Just rub it a little, otherwise you will get frostbite easily."

A pleading color overflowed from her eyes, only so that Liang Bozhao could no longer say a word.

But when he thought of what he wanted to use for women, Liang Bozhao couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, and finally nodded.