Chapter 271 Seventy Sick Sexy (15)

There was no candlelight in the house, and he could only vaguely see the little girl's blurry outline.

Yan Chumiao picked up a small bottle.

Actually, I can't use this thing at all, but she can't get rid of scars with empty hands.

When she opened the bottle and jar, there was a milky white paste inside, and she smeared her fingers on it a few times. Then she bent down and applied the paste on her fingers to her white-eyed face.

It feels very cool and the white eaves only feel that the whole face is particularly refreshing.

only……

As the little girl approached, it was inevitable that the pleasant smell of her body would surrounded him all at once.

He folded his hands on his abdomen and pinched them slightly. In the darkness, his ears were a little pink.

Yan Chumiao straightened his waist after applying all his face.

"It's already done," she said.

Baiye was stunned for a moment.

"That's fine?"

It's less than half an hour.

Yan Chumiao didn't say much, she got up in front of the dressing table and took the small mirror.

"You go to the window and look in the mirror."

He subconsciously took the mirror and walked to the window.

There was a bright moonlight by the window. Under this moonlight, he looked down and saw clearly the mirror in his hand and the appearance of his current moment.

The face, which was originally covered with scars, was only a few shallow marks left at this moment.

It's really gone...

His eyes widened slightly because of surprise.

"I'll take the medicine again tomorrow and it will be completely cured." Yan Chumiao said while sitting on the couch.

"Will this be too fast?" Bai Yan couldn't help asking.

Regarding the wound on his face, he has not been able to find a way to treat it in the past few days.

But everyone he looked for told him that the wound on his face was too serious and there was no way to heal it.

But now the little girl did it in such a short time, which made him feel very incredible.

"I said it could do it, then it would do it." Yan Chumiao said confidently and confidently.

"If I can't do it, then there is really no one in this world who can do it."

"Sang, Comrade Sang, thank you."

"Thank you, it's no need to say, after all, you helped me a lot."

He dealt with the corpse on the mountain.

Bai Yan didn't say anything, he walked to her and squatted down.

After looking up at her for a while, I said word by word.

"Comrade Sang, if you have anything you want to do in the future, you can give me any instructions at any time and I will always use it for you."

He said this not because she healed the wound on his face, but because of this, he expressed his thoughts.

I will use it for you...

In this way, can we be tied together forever and never be separated?

Yan Chumiao raised his hand and poked his forehead. He didn't use much force, but he still poked a few small red marks.

"Since you said that, I will reluctantly agree."

"Um."

His eyes were still staring at her, and all emotions were gathered inside. The little warmth on his forehead made him very attached.

"What else do you have next? If not, then you can leave." Yan Chumiao said casually.

"I'm going to sleep unless..."

She paused for a moment, then spoke in a playful tone.

"Do you want to stay together?"

One, together?

Bai Yao's mind seemed to have a picture, and his face turned red.

"This, this is not, not good..."

If she really does this, she is nameless and unfair, wouldn’t that ruin her reputation?

"I, I'll leave now, I'll leave now." He stood up and walked towards the window in a hurry and panic.

Yan Chumiao didn't expect him to agree. He saw the person reaching the window and preparing to climb over the window to leave.

She chuckled and spoke.

"Wait for a moment, I'll give you something."

The white eaves lowered their heads and returned the same way.

He knew she had good night vision, so he was afraid that she would see the redness on his face.

Yan Chumiao didn't care about this and stuffed a black mask into his hand.

He looked down and the black mask was different from what he had seen before.

The shape is rather weird, but it just fits the wound on his face.

After putting on the mask, only a pair of eyes were exposed, and the original wound was blocked.

"If you don't get used to it in the future, you can wear this mask."

After all, the wounds healed suddenly over the years, and walking in the village will inevitably attract the attention and tongue-in-law of those people.

It turned out that she was considering him and caring about him.

Thinking of the warm current flowing in my heart, it seemed that I could clear the haze accumulated in my heart over the years.

"Well, I will wear it." He said very seriously.

Yan Chumiao was ready to go to bed after watching him leave completely.

It was already midnight at this time, and it was expected that it would be dawn in four or five hours.

She lay on the bed, looking out the window with unconscious eyes and wondering what she was thinking.

Not long after, she slowly closed her eyes.

—

That night, she was not sleeping soundly, and she had many dreams in her sleep.

In the dream, someone touched her hair gently and called her nickname gently.

"A Chao, when I went to the capital, I must protect myself. If you don't know, I'm sorry, my mother wants to accompany your father here."

The pictures in the dream are also vague and not real.

In this blurry picture, there is a gentle woman with a beautiful bun, her eyebrows and eyes are smiling, apologies and worries.

"Ah Mom, Ah Chao has grown up and is no longer a child." A tender voice sounded, with a little bit of anger in it.

"Yes, yes, our Achao is a big child." The woman indulged in with a smile.

...

"My grandma, why do you think there is death in this world?" The tender voice asked in confusion with a crying voice.

"Sorry, Ah Chao, I can't answer you for this question." The woman sighed long and endured her grief in her voice.

In the hazy picture, her eyebrows and eyes were firm.

"But Achao, you must know that your third uncle died for the country on the battlefield. This is the greatest honor of our Yan family."

"But I don't like death, I don't like it at all."

The young child doesn't understand this, "My mother, I hope there will never be death in this world. Isn't it good for everyone to stay alive?"

Another sigh was answered by her.

"Silly kid."

...

In the hazy picture, the girl in a double bun kneeled devoutly in front of the Buddhist temple, wearing a plain skirt.

The picture is hazy and everything is blurry.

But her voice, which was a little tender, was particularly clear.

"I wish Yan Mansion is safe and safe, and my parents are a hundred years old."

"The second wish is to bless prosperity and health and the people to be safe."

"Three wishes..."

"The three wishes are no war, casualties, and no displaced in the world."

...

No one is born to be unforgivable. Chu Xiaomiao was once really simple and kind
Chapter completed!