Her fingers were soft, and her fingertips were slightly cold, and they were comfortable against his wounds.

There was a faint mint scent on the fingertips, which was the smell of the hand sanitizer they bought together.

At that time, the two were not married, and Nan Yu was very active in getting along with him.

Positively like completing a task.

The two of them go out together to buy daily necessities at home, which is also something that couples who live together, and they naturally have to do it.

Everything that is purchased is chosen through negotiation.

The mint scent is not what Nan Yu likes, she prefers some natural floral scents.

chose mint because Ying Huaixu didn't give an opinion, and she couldn't go wrong in choosing a compromise.

Ying Huaixu has never been in love with anyone, but he has talked to friends.

Occasionally, he complains that he doesn't like the things his girlfriend buys, but he has to wear them, as if he is his own belongings.

The complaining friend complained with a smile on his lips.

It's obviously enjoyment.

At that moment, he thought very seriously, although he didn't want to be fiddled with, but if Nan Yu liked it, he could reluctantly accept it and sacrifice a little of his own space.

As a result, Nan Yu carefully studied his dressing style, and basically everything he bought back was acceptable to him.

There is no need for him to sacrifice himself at all.

He didn't enjoy the sweet burden that his friend once had.

The biggest burden is probably that she worked hard to learn cooking, but she couldn't learn anything well, so she had to work hard.

The first time it was unpalatable, she was full of confidence and told him, "You endure it, practice makes perfect, I believe I will make a good dish right away."

At that time, Ying Huaixu quipped: "If you eat once, you have to give me a little compensation."

Nan Yuena will be full of promises.

But until now, he has not asked for compensation once.

The eyes are facing each other.

Ying Huaixu said, "How many spoonfuls of salt did you put in the stir-fried meat with green peppers?"

Nan Yu was stunned for a moment, the roots of her ears turned a little redder, as if she had been stepped on by someone and hurt her feet, she pressed her fingers a little harder, pressed on his wound, snorted, and said, "One hundred spoons."

Immediately, he withdrew his hand.

The wounds on her body had been healed, and she quickly put on her clothes.

There was a burst of heat on his face, as if something was going on.

Ying Huaixu was still sitting on the low stool, waiting for her to take off her pants, and then said to herself, "It's salty."

"Drink water if it's salty."

"I've just had two drinks in a row." He rested his elbows on his legs and looked at her with good eyes.

Nan Yu: "What's the matter? Are you going to complain now that my cooking is not tasty, salty to you?"

Ying Huaixu was silent.

Nan Yu snorted, "I didn't force you to eat it, you had to finish it yourself." She rolled her eyes, looked over, and was a little distracted, she saw the empty water cup on the coffee table, reached out and took it, and said, "I'll go and pour you water, can't you?"

She was just about to get up.

Ying Huaixu reached out and pressed her leg and pressed her back, "Let's finish the wound on my leg first."

As he spoke, he went to untie her belt.

Nan Yu subconsciously reached out and grabbed his wrist, his sleeves rolled high, and the veins on the back of his hand and forearm were particularly clear and prominent.

Nan Yu's hand covered it, as if he could feel the boiling blood in the blue veins, and the hidden bursting and wild nature of the man.

Nan Yu's mind flashed the image of the two of them intertwined, his strong arm firmly shackled her, and the absolute possession made her irresistible.

The clasp is unfastened.

Nan Yu climbed his arm, and the whole person was easily carried up by her.

She has been wearing loose-fitting wide-leg pants lately, which are easier to take off.

Her lips brushed past his ear, and he quickly pushed her back onto the couch.

The wound on the inside of the leg should recover more slowly, and it doesn't look too good.

There was also blood and water, and the edges were red.

Ying Huaixu cleaned her carefully and then applied medicine, saying, "You don't itch?"

Nan Yu knew what he was talking about, but she still couldn't help but blush, she coughed, and said, "A little, but there are too many things for me to worry about for a while. Anyway, it's a skin injury, and I'll be fine, so I'm too lazy to get it."

"If you don't handle it well, you'll get a scar."

"Huh?" Nan Yu was startled, and his expression became serious, "Can't it."

"You didn't count your own knives?"

She furrowed her eyebrows and reproached, "Why didn't you remind me, I thought it wouldn't leave a scar."

She doesn't like scars.

The scar on her stomach, she still thinks about finding a time to go for scar removal surgery.

Ying Huaixu carefully wrapped the gauze for her and reminded, "Keep it dry and breathable."

The word dry made Nan Yu's mind crooked for a few seconds.

Seeing what he said seriously, she felt that she was not aggrieved, and she was self-reflective and not serious enough.

Ying Huaixu lifted her pants, Nan Yu finally couldn't help it, and kicked him in the heart.

Just as he kicked where the wound was, he snorted and grabbed her ankle with his hand.

Seeing him frowning, Nan Yu quickly retracted his feet, but Ying Huaixu pulled hard.

He didn't use much force, just pulled it punitively, but it didn't work out, Nan Yu sat on his lap all of a sudden, and she just jumped up to lift her pants, and as soon as she pulled it, she was pulled over and almost fell.

Ying Huaixu reacted quickly and pressed her waist.

In this way, the toilet sat tightly.

Nan Yu was still shocked, but Ying Huaixu was silent.

The moment they looked at each other, no one spoke.

Nan Yu's flustered and restless heart gradually settled down under his calm eyes.

The fried hair will soften in an instant, and it will be smoothed out by itself.

She looked at him earnestly, just about to ask him what was wrong with his chest.

Ying Huaixu spoke first, "Do you remember what you said to me when you first learned to cook?"

Nan Yu blinked, and her head was blank for a while.

She only felt that Ying Huaixu's legs were really strong, and she was more stable sitting on his lap than sitting on the sofa.

Also, the two of them reflected in the floor-to-ceiling windows at the back look particularly sweet.

She thought it was a very beautiful picture.

Ying Huaixu spoke, and she reluctantly withdrew her gaze, full of question marks.

Ying Huaixu helped her tidy up her clothes and said, "It's hard to cook, you want me to bear with it."

He reminded earnestly.

Nan Yu also recalled it seriously, and did recall something.

"You mean, it's something to make amends?"

He's eaten so many times that he's never mentioned it, not once.

Ying Huaixu: "Yes."

"Oh, how are you going to make it up to me? Why don't I pour you a glass of water first? Is it still salty? mouth." She landed her gaze on his mouth.

Ying Huaixu pursed her lower lip, and the hand that was pressing on her back slowly went up, pressing her neck and pressing her towards herself.

The distance between the two narrowed, and the lips were in front of him, Ying Huaixu didn't kiss him immediately, but just whispered, "No need to pour water."

His meaning is obvious.

Nan Yu's hand on his shoulder was slightly hard, and his heart was beating extremely fast.