Chapter 106: You, is it Ye Shuhua?
Fang Xu's heart was full of anger, and he almost set his heart on fire!
Ye Shuhua, Ye Shuhua!
He roared in his heart, and then he suppressed his anger again, and his faith in his heart became stronger!
He must make her re-interested in herself!
At the same time, there is a hint of doubt.
She likes begonia flowers the most, especially red ones, why did she react like that just now.
Thinking back to the way he first saw her, it was as if he had seen something terrible and suffocating.
Click, click!
The sound of stones hitting him and falling.
He pulled back his thoughts and turned his head to look into the dark alley, only to see a familiar figure.
Hua Tingyuan, Zhu Ying and Ji Cui were in a panic but stable and orderly, there was boiling water, there was water, and there were young ladies who took off their clothes to serve.
Ye Shuhua didn't know how long it took, until she was wrapped in hot water, and her intuition recovered little by little.
Only then did she realize that she was holding a slender but warm hand in her arms.
When he raised his eyes again, the thick water vapor covered his eyes, and even the people in front of him were covered with a layer of white veil-like mist.
The hazy beauty is like a painting.
Show your eyebrows and clear eyes, and dot your red lips.
The skin is better than snow, and the green silk is like a waterfall.
Looking closely, this stunning face is still sickly, but it is also so beautiful that it goes straight to her heart.
I want to embrace it and take good care of this sick and beautiful man.
"Are you feeling better?"
The soft voice of the murmur, and the warm water vapor, I listened softly.
But in a trance, Ye Shuhua came back to his senses.
She looked intently, and Yin Zixun's face gradually enlarged, until she could only see his black and white eyes.
Through her dark pupils, she saw herself, her panicked expression, and herself naked in the tub!
"Ahh
A scream, a shock.
Yin Zixun's hand, like a hot potato, was thrown away by her, and her arm drew a semi-circular arc in the air.
Ye Shuhua protected her chest with both hands, and her back was tightly pressed against the bath bucket.
The bruise on her back was squeezed to a dull pain, and she gasped a few times, but she didn't let up a bit.
"You, you, how are you in my bath!"
Yin Zixun raised the arm that was picked up, moved left and right, pressed his palm and forearm.
After a long time, he walked to the other side of the bathtub screen, and Shi Shiran sat down.
Contrary to Ye Shuhua's flustered look, he looked indifferent and spoke leisurely.
"Why am I here, Shuhua, you don't know? Just now, you kept holding my arm and wouldn't let go. β
At the end, he teased, and there was still a hint of playfulness in his eyes.
When Ye Shuhua heard this, her little face suddenly burned like a cloud, and a layer of flush appeared.
Yin Zixun's words evoked her memories.
Because she saw the red begonia flowers again, she fell into the picture of her own blood and minced flesh pouring the begonia tree after her death.
Her breath stagnated, and her body shook wildly.
At this time, Yin Zixun happened to come, he hugged himself, and he seemed to be a drowning person grasping the last straw.
Grabbed his arm and didn't let go.
Ji Cui knew that this situation was happening, and he had to take a shower without dressing and bathing, and it would be good to soak for a while, so he had to strip and bathe himself.
But at that time, he still dragged him and didn't let go.
And then that's what it is now.
Gathering her thoughts, Ye Shuhua was embarrassed and shy, and she didn't know how to respond to his ridiculous words.
She didn't know how long she had been soaking, but now the stiffness felt all over her body was almost gone.
Wow!
She came out of the tub and got dressed.
After a while, he walked around the screen, glared at him angrily, pretended to be calm with a cold face, and sat down on the high chair on the other side.
With a dry towel in your hand, wipe the ends of your wet hair.
Glancing at him, he said angrily, "Why did you suddenly appear in my yard?" β
Yin Zixun raised his eyebrows and raised his hand to point at her face.
"I heard that you are injured and your face is swollen undecently. You're my fiancΓ©e, so naturally I have to come and see you. β
Ye Shuhua thought again that her face was still swollen now, and she must be so ugly that she couldn't bear to look at it.
Shame on you!
muttered and complained in her heart, but then thought about why she cared about her image in front of him.
I don't like him.
After some argument in her heart, the panic in her eyes finally disappeared without a trace.
Oh, calmly wiping the ends of his hair.
Just wiped it for a while, and smelled the faint fragrance of herbs again, Yin Zixun approached and took the dry towel, moved gently, and wiped the ends of her hair.
"Fang Xu's ghost is really ghostly, if it weren't for my uninvited, I wouldn't know that he was so cheeky and haunted you like this."
"Do you want me to teach him a lesson?"
Ye Shuhua is his person, he is so stubborn, is it when he doesn't exist?
A gentle voice came from the top of his head, like a feather caressing the tip of his ear, tickling his heart.
"No, in a few days, he won't have the energy to pester me." Ye Shuhua's voice is soft and good.
"When you pondered and calculated that day, you were thinking about him?" He asked.
She nodded slightly, "Sort of." β
His hair was dried, but Yin Zixun was reluctant to let go, he coveted every moment of being close to her.
Thinking of the injury on her back, she was cheeky and had to give her medicine herself.
The rhetoric is still reasonable.
"You and I are half husband and wife, it's only natural for me to take medicine for you, don't be shy."
"Yin Zixun! You, don't come here! Have you forgotten the previous time, I am good at martial arts, be careful that I grab a back fall again, so that you can't get up! β
"I can take the medicine for you personally, even if you can't get up, it doesn't matter. Come on, don't be shy! Yin Zixun smiled as if he didn't want money, and he was about to pounce with the ointment.
Ye Shuhua had just recovered her strength, and she took a bath again, her blood flow accelerated, but the injury on her back was faintly aggravated at this time.
She didn't have much strength to stop him at all.
I had to shout loudly, "Bamboo Shadow!" β
The bamboo shadow moved quickly, and he also knew the severity, and divided him by two to pack him up and throw him out of the bath.
Yin Zixun saw that his little Jiujiu had not succeeded again, pursed his lips, and sat listlessly on the chair.
It wasn't until Takekage had medicine for himself that he came out of the bath.
Under the corridor, a table and two chairs have already been arranged.
Ye Shuhua sat across the table from him, holding the fragrant tea in his hand, and drank it all.
The swelling on her face seemed to have gotten a little worse because of the bath, but fortunately it didn't hurt so much.
"People, you also looked, it's getting dark, you should leave quickly." Ye Shuhua looked at the night sky, which was only a little bright in the west, and gave an order to evict the guests.
Yin Zixun didn't speak, took a sip of tea, was silent for a moment, and asked the question he had always wanted to ask.
"Why do you react so much to red begonia flowers? Yes, have you experienced anything bad? β
He had always felt that she was hiding a lot of secrets, and more recently, he felt that there were many mysteries about her.
But these mysteries, he can't get from the side, he can only draw them from her.
Ye Shuhua was stunned for a moment when she heard him ask.
"It's just a stress reaction."
"You, is it Ye Shuhua?" He asked abruptly, turning to her.
Ye Shuhua's eyes were slightly sluggish, and he was in a trance for a moment.
At this moment, she was full of thoughts, did he perceive something, or knew something?
Do you want to tell him yourself?
But soon his thoughts retracted, and he muttered, "Of course it's me, otherwise who else could you see?" Ghosts? β
Yin Zixun hooked his lips and smiled, "Also, my question is really funny." β
He then got up and said, "Alright, I'll go first." β
Ye Shuhua bowed, and the bamboo shadow sent him out of the Ye Mansion.
Looking at his back as he walked away, Ye Shuhua fell into deep thought.
There is still more than half a month, and by the 15th of July, she should know whether he is a man in white or not.
If he is, it is not too late to tell him all things.
Out of the Ye Mansion, Yin Zixun's face was solemn.
She is not Ye Shuhua.
When he asked her if she was Ye Shuhua, she didn't ask him why he asked so, but replied very firmly.
If she is not Ye Shuhua, then who is she?
This soul hidden in Ye Shuhua's body is not the person he is looking for in his dream.
He began to wonder.
But he had no way to prove it.