"What are you thinking about? Aren't you tired of carrying it all the time?"
The man's voice rang in my ears. The voice I had heard countless times sounded so close, and it seemed to sound much better.
Song Qianwei was suddenly startled, and after realizing what she was thinking, she suddenly shouted.
"ah!"
As his face turned red, he suddenly threw his hands back, causing Di Xin's body to fly backwards like a parabola.
Di Xin was not prepared for Song Qianwei. How could he expect that she would come like this? He was thrown out unexpectedly. His seriously injured body did not have time to react, and he was suddenly thrown to the hard ground.
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A muffled groan sounded.
Di Xin felt that several bone seams were cracked again on his newly grown ribs.
After realizing what she had done, Song Qianwei shouted in panic again, and hurriedly helped Di Xin up and let him lie down on the haystack again.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Your Highness, Prince Yu, are you okay?"
She apologized repeatedly, but still refused to look Di Xin in the eyes.
Di Xin wanted to complain a few words, but seeing that Song Qianwei was panicking for the second time today, he calmed down his resentment and comforted him: "It's just a fall. Look, nothing happened to me.
"
While he was talking, he accidentally pulled his ribs with his slightly raised arm. Although he didn't cry out in pain, he grinned a bit.
This made Song Qianwei feel even more guilty.
It was Di Xin who took the initiative to change the topic: "Don't think about it. The fire is almost out. Didn't you go out to collect firewood?"
"firewood?"
Only then did Song Qianwei remember the firewood she had ruthlessly abandoned, and hurriedly walked outside the cave: "It's just outside the cave, I'll get it back right away."
"Don't forget to bring those wild fruits back with you."
Di Xin reminded him later.
…
I have to say that after eating several barbecues, I suddenly ate a few wild fruits. Although they were still a bit green, they were still extremely satisfying.
After eating, I started to think about other things.
Di Xin's body is a world lord level body, a body without stains. Even if he hasn't bathed for tens of thousands of years, there won't be any dust, but now this body is just an acquired martial arts cultivator in a low-demon world.
Although in the middle stage of acquired martial arts, you can prevent mosquitoes and flies from landing, and flying feathers cannot touch them. But that is the effect of actively condensing the energy of the whole body to form an invisible aura. It is impossible for martial arts practitioners to maintain their luck all the time.
Not to mention that Di Xin was still seriously injured, and all his energy and blood were used to recover from his injuries, so he couldn't care about trivial matters.
Moreover, after Di Xin arrived, his identity was His Royal Highness Prince Yu. He bathed almost every day and had almost developed a habit. Now, he has not bathed for several days and feels a little itchy.
Even ordinary people might be able to endure the feeling of pain by gritting their teeth, but itch is different. It is a more microscopic feeling that almost no one can endure.
Didn’t you see that there are many methods of torture in prisons, which are simply whipping, beating with canes and other painful behaviors. But the more cruel the torture, the more frightening it is, which makes people itchy.
Many extremely vicious prisoners endured many punishments, but in the end they chose to confess because they couldn't bear the itch.
Di Xin's tolerance for itching is higher than that of ordinary people, but he also doesn't feel uncomfortable. But now he doesn't have the conditions to take a bath, so he has to quietly rub himself on the haystack when the itch is severe.
Di Xin's unusual behavior was quickly discovered by Song Qianwei, who had no idea what she was thinking after taking some time off.
Di Xin was seriously injured now and needed to pay more attention. Song Qianwei asked with a hint of worry: "Your Highness, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Di Xin's old face blushed slightly, and he quietly stopped preparing to rub her again, and pretended to be calm and said: "I don't feel uncomfortable at all. You are tired after working for so long, so take a good rest."
"All right."
Song Qianwei looked left and right, and after realizing that Di Xin was really fine, she didn't think much about it, so she sat down again on another haystack that had just been laid, but this time there were no clothes on the haystack.
Di Xin breathed a sigh of relief and forced himself not to think about taking a shower.
However, after reminding myself not to think about it, I thought more and more, so my body became more itchy. Di Xin rubbed her more and more often, and her movements became bigger and bigger.
In the end, Song Qianwei couldn't stand it any longer, and after asking several questions, she found out why Di Xin kept rubbing against the haystack.
Women always love to be clean more than men. Song Qianwei was originally thinking about Di Xin's affairs and didn't pay attention. Now she realized that she had not showered for several days, and her body also became itchy.
Then she lost control and her heart could no longer calm down.
Then, Song Qianwei thought that she had just carried Di Xin on her back, and she couldn't help but feel a little worried.
She hasn't taken a shower for so many days, so she must have some smell on her body. The two were so close just now. Could it be that His Highness Prince Yu would smell her smell and feel disgusted.
Thinking of this, she even felt a little ashamed and wanted to crawl underground.
She bit her lip and glanced at Di Xin quietly.
His Royal Highness Prince Yu's body is not easy to move. If something unexpected happens during this period, she will still need to carry him on her back to ensure the fastest transfer.
In other words, the bodies of two people may never be that close again.
Women's thinking is sometimes rather strange. Originally, Song Qianwei was worried about whether men and women should be intimate, but now she was thinking about not letting His Highness Prince Yu smell her unwashed smell again.
For a woman who loves cleanliness, image is more important than anything else.
Song Qianwei made her decision without even thinking about it.
"Your Highness, I'm going out for a moment."
After she said everything, she left Di Xin alone in the cave and ran out again.
Half an hour later, Song Qianwei came back with some broken tree trunks, mobilized all her energy and blood to split them into rough wooden boards of the same size, and pieced together a simple large wooden barrel half a person's height, and then made a small wooden barrel.
Di Xin looked at the two wooden barrels, one large and one small, with great interest. Although they were simple, they had good sealing properties. They could be used to hold water without worrying about leaks.
"I didn't expect you to have this skill."
"That is."
Song Qianwei raised a proud smile, showed off for a few words, and then hurried away carrying the small wooden bucket.
After several trips back and forth, the big wooden barrel was filled with water.
Just as she was about to untie the silk ribbon around her waist, a cough sounded not far away. Song Qianwei's body suddenly trembled, and her hands on her waist did not dare to move at all.
