Young Emperor Nangong frowned and held her toes with his fingers as if holding ice.
"Why is it so cold?"
"It's always like this in winter..." Xia Qianchen twitched her feet unaccustomedly, "It's okay, just put it in hot water and scald it."
"Do you want to get frostbite?" He took off her socks, put her toes in his hands and rubbed them.
If the blood is not circulated and is put into hot water, then it is cold and hot again, and it is easy to develop chilblains.
Xia Qianchen smiled softly and said, "So you know this kind of common sense. I thought you had never seen what frostbite is."
"I've seen it."
"Where have you seen it?"
Young Emperor Nangong said nothing, as if something had touched his heart.
After a moment's delay, he said, "My mother."
Xia Qianchen was surprised. In his imagination, Young Emperor Nangong's mother should be a real queen-level figure.
However, when I think of that clock and those old things, they are not very expensive things...
Another thought was that maybe Nangong Young Emperor's mother was just like her, a woman who didn't pay attention to fame, wealth and material things.
"What are you thinking about?"
"I was wondering what kind of woman your mother would be?" Xia Qianchen said, "You have never told me about her."
Young Emperor Nangong remained silent again, rubbed her feet to warm them and put them into the water.
"Is it hot or not?"
"Not hot, just right."
Xia Qianchen watched his expression carefully. He seemed unwilling to say more about her mother, at least he never mentioned it in front of her.
"Did I ask the wrong thing? Did I mention your sadness?"
"No."
"If you don't like to talk, I won't ask you again." Xia Qianchen said with a smile, "No need to rub it, I'll wash it myself. It always makes me feel weird when you wash it for me like this."
"How strange?"
"Because you shouldn't be the one squatting in front of me and washing my feet..."
Nangong raised his eyebrows, ignored them, and continued to wash her. He seemed to be interested in her feet, and started to observe them while washing them.
Xia Qianchen's feet were relatively sensitive, and she felt itchy when he touched them and she wanted to shrink.
He held her tightly: "Don't move."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm observing what it looks like now."
"so what?"
"I want it to be like this from now on." He said, "I hope your hands can be like this too."
Xia Qianchen's heart trembled suddenly, and she understood what he meant.
Her feet are the fairest and softest part of her body. She has known since she was a child that she has a pair of very beautiful feet. Of course, her legs are also very beautiful.
Xia Qianchen opened her hands and looked at them. It was fine, not ugly, but there were traces of hard work all over her hands.
Of course Young Emperor Nangong didn't dislike her hands, but he felt sorry for every trace of hard work on her hands...
How distressed and regretful he was, he wished there was a time machine in the world, and he could go back and help her every time she was hurt, especially every time he hurt her, and punch himself.
Xia Qianchen's feet were looked at so much that the water started to get cold.
"Stop looking at my feet, you can wash them too." Xia Qianchen pulled his sleeves.
Young Emperor Nangong finally got up, added some hot water, and sat on the bed side by side with her to wash together.
His feet were so big that when he stepped down, they immediately occupied most of the basin.
Xia Qianchen had almost washed it, so she rubbed it on the instep of his foot: "Would you like me to wash it for you?"
"You dare to try it."
"What's wrong?"
Young Emperor Nangong suddenly hugged her, put his lips close to her ear and said something.
It was Xia Qianchen's deaf ear. She didn't hear clearly: "I can't hear what you said."
He asked in a deep voice: "I'm an asshole."
"Why did you say that suddenly?" Xia Qianchen didn't react for a moment.
"Aren't I an asshole enough for all the ways I've treated you?"
"I don't think so."
"Tell the truth." He looked at her closely.
What happened to him today? Could it be that he went to church and was baptized by God, so he learned to reflect and blame himself?
"Well, I used to think you were quite a bastard, and I thought you were very annoying..." Xia Qianchen chuckled, "Such a bastard man, I used to curse you every day to prevent you from being happy. Am I also very disgusting?"
bad?"
"It doesn't count."
"I already shot you and almost killed you, but I also..." mentioned the child, Xia Qianchen choked up, "I've also been mean to you, to each other."
Young Emperor Nangong suddenly picked up his cell phone and came out, adjusted the camera, and spread Xia Qianchen's hand.
He first took a few photos of Xia Qianchen's palms carefully, then suddenly unbuttoned her buttons, pulled down one side of her clothes, and took a few photos of her shoulders...
"What are you doing?"
"evidence."
Xia Qianchen saw a faint scar on her shoulder, where she had been injured by a branch.
The clothes on her body were being dragged by him, and they were all taken off quickly.
Young Emperor Nangong carried her body, on her arms, on her knees...
She had suffered many injuries, big and small, at Young Emperor Nangong's place before. The minor injuries had healed, but major injuries would always leave some marks. After all, it had only been half a year.
"What are you writing these things down for?"
"Reminder and encouragement."
He came over and bit her ear, and said something again. He often whispered to her like this, but her ears missed a lot because she couldn't hear.
It was not that she had not taken the opportunity to go to the hospital to see her ears. The doctor said that half of her ears were deaf and there was no possibility of treatment. How much did she hate him at that time?
Her terrible self-esteem kept her from telling him. What she didn't want in exchange was not pity, but ridicule and ridicule.
But now that she knew that he cherished her so much, she didn't dare to say it and was reluctant to let her go, for fear that he would be even more heartbroken...
"It's so cold, let's go to bed early!" Xia Qianchen said with a smile, "We got married today, does tonight count as our wedding night? So don't bring up any sad topics."
Young Emperor Nangong nodded, wiped her feet with a towel, and rolled up her body with a quilt.
The hard quilt was cold, and Xia Qianchen gasped.
Young Emperor Nangong frowned and said, "Is it very cold?"
"Fortunately, this quilt warms slowly..." Not all quilts are like those in the villa, which are thick and warm blankets.
Young Emperor Nangong stripped off all his clothes, quickly got into the quilt, and covered her body with the quilt instead. It was warmer than the blanket in the villa!