Jiang Wancheng turned her back and walked away with the basket on her back.

Wen Chaoyan took off his clothes and jumped into the spring with a 'poof'.

The sound of 'bang' water sounded, and a picture of a beautiful man bathing appeared in Jiang Wancheng's mind, and she couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

She patted her little face and quickly walked a little farther away.

Just then, I accidentally found the last missing herb behind a crack in a stone.

"Yikes! So you're here. Now that I've found out, come on! ”

She happily picked up the medicine, and went to a farmhouse she saw when she entered the mountains, and bought a set of men's clothes that were a little shabby, but very clean, for ten cents.

When Wen Chaoyan came out of the spring, he only wore trousers, and then wiped the water stains on his body with his tattered old clothes, and sat down in front of Jiang Wancheng again.

Although the face has not been repaired, after the whole person has been cleaned, it is much more refreshing.

Jiang Wancheng spread out the stitches without distraction.

There are two wounds that must require needlework and stitching to heal.

He didn't have any alcohol with him, so he soaked his needles and threads in sterilized herbal juice.

Jiang Wancheng also brought hemp boiling powder, she filled the water bag with water, put some hemp boiling into it, and then shook it evenly and handed it to Wen Chaoyan.

"You drink it first, and I'll give you the injection when it takes effect."

Wen Chaoyan looked at the water bladder and frowned slightly: "Actually, there is no need to waste ......"

Jiang Wancheng stared at him with only one word: "Drink." ”

Wen Chaoyan took it obediently, and took a few mouthfuls of 'grunt'.

Jiang Wancheng smiled slightly and gave him an appreciative look: "Very good." ”

provoked Wen Chaoyan to cry and laugh, and sighed helplessly.

Obviously, she is delicate and gentle to others, but now she is getting tougher and tougher on him.

However, he knew that everything she said and did was for his good, so he always cooperated, as long as she was happy.

After a while, the effect of the medicine came up, and when Jiang Wancheng injected again, Wen Chaoyan's skin and flesh only had a slight tingling sensation like ants gnawing at it.

Jiang Wancheng put down the needle quickly and steadily, and completed the sewing in a few moments.

She is now stitching up his wounds, and she is becoming more and more proficient.

Smeared the ointment on it, Jiang Wancheng tore the fabric that could still be used in Wen Chaoyan's old clothes into strips.

Wrap the wound first, then go around the back of the shoulder, and finally tie a tight knot.

This time, the wound was bandaged very tightly, and no longer particularly exaggerated movements would not spread out again.

Jiang Wancheng finished busy with the wound on his chest and back, and began to work on the wound on Wen Chaoyan's arm again.

Her cold fingers always unconsciously touched Wen Chaoyan's hard and tight flesh, and every time she touched it, she quickly moved away as if she had touched fire.

And his gaze, from the time she bandaged him one after the other on his chest, could no longer fall uncontrollably on her.

Jiang Wancheng had already noticed it.

Her back was stretched straight.

My heart was beating like a drum, beating wildly.

His cheeks seemed to have drunk wine, and the redness was hard to get rid of.

Neither of them spoke, except for the sound of each other's breathing, echoing all around, and even the wind was silent.

Unconsciously, Jiang Wancheng had a lot of beads of sweat on his forehead.

When she finally finished dressing up in the evening, she had just breathed a sigh of relief, Wen Chaoyan lowered her head, put her forehead against her and asked, "Cheng'er, I'm ...... Can I hug you? ”

He couldn't help himself with pleading.

He was afraid that his abruptness would scare her, so he didn't cut it first and then play it.

Last time, the two made a fuss on the boat, and Wen Chaoyan was uncomfortable for several days.

Although the two have become intimate now, they have never overstepped the rules.

is every time she hugs, she takes the initiative first, and he dares to reach out.

Jiang Wancheng saw him so cautious, and her heart suddenly felt a dense pain.

He is obviously a decisive person, but now he respects her enough to shrink his hands and feet in the affairs of men and women.

Modern sisters say that distressed men will be unlucky......

But, he is Wen Chaoyan!

Jiang Wancheng smiled, "Of course you can, fool." ”

Then he took the initiative to throw himself into Wen Chaoyan's arms and carefully avoided his wounds.

Wen Chaoyan was immediately satisfied, hugged the delicate girl in his arms, first pinched her fingers, and then touched her soft cheeks with the tips of his rough fingers.

"Don't touch! Oxygen. ”

Jiang Wancheng pushed his hand away, but Wen Chaoyan seemed to love her face.

was pushed away, but raised his hand to touch it.

Push it away and touch it again.

Jiang Wancheng was instantly annoyed, and sat up straight and glared at him: "What are you going to do?" ”

Wen Chaoyan stared down at her eyes, his eyes were dark and deep.

"Don't you understand? I want to ......"

As he spoke, he slowly lowered his head, his eyes only staring at the blush of her red lips.

Wen Chaoyan 'cooed', and Jiang Wancheng saw that his throat was bulging up and down, sliding in a violent arc.

He told her in a deep voice, "Cheng'er, I want to offend here...... It's been a long time. ”

After that, seeing that although she was blushing, she didn't seem to want to escape, he smiled and lowered his head and kissed it.

With only a slight touch, he paused.

It turns out that it's such a touch.

Like clouds, light and soft, soft and warm.

It was really the most special thing he had ever tasted in his life.

It's really ...... My mouth is dry, and I just want to find out.

Of course, he was still afraid of scaring her, and then he only pressed it hard, and then sighed and looked up and moved away.

"I regret it now, why didn't I marry you when I was not in Wushan?"

In the originally shy atmosphere, Jiang Wancheng sneered, "I took the initiative to ask you to marry me, but Da Langjun, you don't want to." ”

She looked up proudly on her little face, the breeze gently blew, blowing up the sweaty broken hair on her forehead, brushing her watery eyes, she squinted slightly, and the spring light of a mountain seemed to be gone.

Wen Chaoyan rubbed her tender face and gritted her teeth: "Little bastard, you obviously know what I mean!" Am I unwilling? Well? ”

Jiang Wancheng pushed him away, got up and ran away: "I don't care!" Anyway, I gave you a chance, but you didn't marry. ”

Wen Chaoyan was angry, stood up and picked up his shirt and chased after him: "You little girl, stop for me!" Let me tell you if I want to marry you or not! ”

God knows, he's dreaming of marrying her!

She even poked him in the heart with this, which is really hateful!

The two joked and played all the way down the mountain.

After Jiang Wancheng greeted Li Yan, he quickly plunged into the matter of the plague of the displaced people.

Seeing that he had changed his clothes, and there were patches everywhere on his shirt, it naturally attracted Li Yan's eyebrows and jokes.

"Where did you two go, and what good did you do? Why did you come back from a trip to the mountain, and you could still change into tattered clothes? Tsk tsk, there is something unspeakable! (End of chapter)