"Don't move, it'll be fine soon." Xiahou Yongli quickly bandaged her while comforting her softly.

His voice was particularly nice, especially when he was deliberately gentle, as if the white down feathers were falling lightly on the water, rippling layers of ripples, making people unable to help but be intoxicated.

Deyang's pain seemed to be relieved a lot by his gentleness, and his previous sleepiness also dissipated by the pain. Only then did she realize that she was almost hugged by him, her cheeks gently snuggled against his shoulders. When she looked sideways, she saw that her moist shoulders were exposed to his eyes, but she was still unable to move, so she let him do it.

"Young Master..." Deyang was obviously in pain, but he still couldn't help feeling shy. Although she and him were husband and wife, they were not really husband and wife, and she did not intend to spend her whole life with him.

This was very inappropriate in her eyes, and she didn't care about the pain, so she wanted to push and refuse to leave.

Xiahou Yongli was very caring in his heart. Her wounds were deep enough to see the bones, and blood almost dyed half of her body red. At this time, she leaned weakly on him, like a delicate lily of the valley, and couldn't help but want to take care of her.

Hearing her shy call, his voice softer: "It hurts very much, right? Yinyin, don't be afraid, it will be fine soon."

"No, I..." Deyang felt his gentler movements, and inadvertently looked up at him. He saw that his forehead was covered with a layer of sweat, and the words he wanted to say were blocked instantly.

His eyes were clear and full of cherishing her. He was looking at the wounds on her shoulders seriously, bandaging them carefully without any distractions.

Forget it, he is just a little late in intelligence, but his feelings are there. If he refuses like this, wouldn’t it hurt his intentions? Let’s explain it to him later on.

Deyang no longer insisted and let him bandage her smoothly.

Fortunately, he is skillful and moves very quickly, and it will be fine in a short time.

Deyang lay back on the bed and then let out a sigh of relief. The pain had passed at this time. Because the bandage was extremely professional, she was not as painful as before. Now she had only a slight pain. Even if she moved a little, it would not always cause the wound to burst and the blood to overflow.

"The young master bandages much better than Xue Ling, but I didn't expect that the young master would take care of others." The pain that had been relieved for more than two hours made Deyang breathe a sigh of relief. She glanced at her shiny skin and most of the red embroidered underwear that exposed, and uncomfortably pulled her clothes to cover up the leaking spring light.

Xiahou Yongli took the handkerchief handed by Xue Ling, slowly wiped the thin sweat on his forehead, looked at her little movements, and snorted coldly in his heart, when has this prince taken care of others? You are the first one! Humph, are you praising me, are you still afraid that I will be seen by me?

...What can I see if I am so thin!

Xue Ling had neatly packed up the remaining things and withdrew from it. No matter what, it was the young master and his wife. It would be inconvenient for her to be here, just like a girl.

"Do you eat grapes?" Xiahou Yongli suppressed his dissatisfaction. He saw the grapes on the table and asked in a warm voice.

"Huh?" Deyang was thinking about what happened today, and suddenly heard Xiahou Yongli's question, and he was a little stunned.

Without waiting for her to answer, he walked straight to the table, walked back with the grapes, and sat by her bed, peeling the grapes with her slender and dexterous fingers.

Deyang looked at him silently, and always felt a little depressed. After searching carefully, he could not find the source of depressedness.
Chapter completed!