Every time she took a bath or made love together, she couldn't help but feel distressed when she touched the scars on his body.
Watching Nan Song gently blowing on his wound to promote the absorption of the ointment, Yu Jinwen felt like she was blowing on his heart, tickling and sultry.
"Xiao Song." He called her softly and asked tentatively, "Are you going back tonight?"
"Huh?" After taking the medicine, Nan Song bandaged him again and looked up at him, "Where are you going?"
"Luming Community."
Yu Jinwen pursed his lower lip, "Isn't the elder brother here? If you don't answer Lu Ming tonight, will he talk about you?"
"Probably not. He and Brother Rui haven't seen each other for a long time. He will definitely be drunk tonight."
Nan Song thought for a moment and said, "But to be on the safe side, I'd better give him a call, lest he find fault with me again."
*
After dialing Luo Junheng's number, Nan Song called out "Brother" and the other end of the phone said "Hmm" softly, "What's the matter?"
Nan Song listened to the clinking of glasses on the other end, "Are you starting to drink now?"
Luo Junheng: "Yeah."
"What's going on..." Nan Song touched his nose, feeling a little guilty for some reason, "I won't go back to Luming tonight and will stay at Yu Mansion."
Luo Junheng: "Oh."
Very cold.
Nan Song quickly explained, "It's not that I don't want to go back and live with you, it's just that Yu Jinwen's hand is injured and it's inconvenient to bathe, eat, etc., and he was injured because of me. Out of humanitarianism, I have to
Are you responsible for him? Do you understand?"
"Um."
Luo Junheng was very unhappy, "Is there anything else?"
Nan Song: "...No more."
"Hang up." Luo Junheng unilaterally closed the line.
Nan Song held the phone.
This should be...agree, right?
Just round it off and assume he agrees.
*
Yu Jinwen was visibly happy that Nan Song could stay.
She went downstairs to cook and asked him to rest in the room for a while. He shook his head. Resting was not important. Cooking with his wife was the most important thing.
The ingredients are all ready, all you have to do is put it in the pot.
Nan Song's movements were very fast, smooth and beautiful when cooking. In the past, Yu Jinwen didn't like to go into the kitchen because it smelled like oil smoke.
But ever since he fell in love with Nan Song's cooking, he liked to follow her into the kitchen. Where others had the smell of cooking oil, when he came to Nan Song's place, it smelled like fireworks.
He was actually willing to help Nan Song, but today his hand was injured, so Nan Song didn't need him and kept him far away, not letting him get close.
Yu Jinwen sat obediently not far away, his eyes following her movements like an obedient dog.
"Come here and taste the saltiness of the soup." Nan Song ordered.
Yu Jinwen immediately stood up and walked to her side in three steps. Nan Song blew the soup in the spoon and fed it to him.
He followed her posture and took a sip, savoring the taste and saying, "It's just right."
"Really?" Nan Song took another spoonful and was about to put it to his mouth when Yu Jinwen said, "I want more."
Nan Song blew it to him again and put it to his mouth.
Yu Jinwen took a big sip, and just as Nan Song was about to drink the rest, a black figure pressed down and covered her lips.
Her eyes flashed slightly, and she drank everything he "fed" to her personally.
Cursing secretly: This man has learned bad things again!
Yu Jinwen took the opportunity to kiss Nan Song for a long time, then he let go of her, blinked, and pretended to be serious, "How is it?"
Nan Song tasted the taste and said, "It's still a little bit worse."
?
Yu Jinwen thought she was talking about soup, so he saw her turn off the fire, put the spoon aside, put her tiptoes around his neck, and kissed him again.