The naughty and cowardly little crybaby sold himself out

Chapter 233 The rest should be taken up by you

Bai Lishang lowered his head and smiled, "Mi Luo, you should have a good rest. Take the medicine brought from the pharmacy and remember what I told you just now."

After saying this, he deliberately glanced at Fuso, then left leisurely, fanning himself.

This made Fuso uncomfortable again. The pharmacy prescribed a decoction to help Miluo stop lactating. There was no need for Bai Lishang to remind her. He just had bad intentions and was plotting something!

"Fusang." Mi Luo patted him. The jealousy in Fusang's eyes made her feel sour. "Fusang, Li Shang and I don't have the kind of relationship you worry about."

"Chu Yang..." Fusang was not worried about this, but he could not tell her the truth, so he could only follow her words and answer, "It was me who made you laugh at me."

"It's not that serious, Fusang, you have to believe me. Li Shang is the person in the world who will never hurt or betray me. You don't have to be so defensive against him."

Fusang was filled with resentment in her heart. If one day she remembered Jing Muyang, would she blame Bai Lishang for deceiving her?

Will she hate herself then?

"Fuso, I asked the pharmacy to prepare some scar-removing ointment. Can you help me apply it on the scars on my back tonight?" Milo changed the subject.

She felt that Fusang was cautious and worried about her, perhaps because her past relationship with Bai Lisang made him feel insecure, but since she chose Fusang and Fusang was so affectionate to her, as Bai Lisang said, she could not let him down.

Fusang's hands stiffened. He had seen the scar on her back when he was in Bitao Valley.

but……

"Tomorrow we will fuse the blood essence, and Bai Lishang has some things to tell us, so I'm afraid I'll be back to my room very late tonight."

"No hurry, I'll wait for you." Milo blushed slightly.

Fuso simply couldn't look at her directly. He felt his heart beating faster and his expression became nervous. He wanted to get closer but didn't dare.

Milo looked into his eyes and finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Fusang, we are husband and wife, this is what a husband can do for his wife. I know that I don't remember you and you feel sad, but I am also trying hard to remember you and to maintain the relationship between us. You are a grown man and you can't always let me take the initiative."

It would have been better if Milo didn't say anything. This made Fuso even more heartbroken. His eyes were red with tears welling up, and Jing Muyang's words, telling him to put himself in the right place, rang in his ears.

He didn't know what to do. Although he said he had agreed to Fuso's request and had been actively cooperating, he was still very scared when the time came. He was afraid that Chu Jian would hate him.

When it was time to go to bed, Milo actually sent the maid away and kept waiting.

Fuso was outside the yard, looking at the dim lights in the house and the shadowy figure under the lights. He hesitated for a long time before entering the house.

Hate it if you want, it's better than losing your life.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Milo, who was only wearing a thin inner garment, sitting at the table and reading a medical book. He was so worried that he immediately went forward and pulled her to the couch, stuffed her into the quilt, and wrapped her tightly.

"Chuyang, it's freezing cold at night on the Tianshan Mountain. Why are you wearing so little? It would be bad if you catch a cold at this critical moment."

A picture suddenly flashed through Milo's mind. She was in a room in a quiet courtyard, anxiously waiting for Fuso to come back. As soon as Fuso entered the room, he led her to the bed as he did before.

He said: Why haven't you slept yet? My hands are so cold. Lingyinguo can't compare to Jinling. Spring comes late and it's cold at night.

She said: I can't sleep, Fusang, have you seen Mu Yang today?

In that scene, she was anxious, worried, sad, and extremely scared. Who on earth was Jing Muyang? She didn't want to think about it, but the feeling stimulated her and made her a little breathless. She frowned and doubtfully said a name that Fusang didn't want to hear.

"Mu Yang?"

But after she said this, Milo saw Fuso's eyes turned red and her hands were shaking.

Mi Luo dodged his gaze for a moment, then calmed down and sat up, "Fusang, the ointment is on the stool next to the bed. You also said it's cold at night, so hurry up and apply it so we can rest early."

After saying this, she took off her inner garment, turned her back to Fusang, lifted her hair behind her back, and stopped talking.

Fuso took a lot of effort to suppress her emotions. She took the ointment and warmed it in her palms. Then she untied the straps of her bellyband and carefully applied it on the scar drop by drop.

The scar removing ointment was cool, and Fuso's big hands were warm, as if they were applying or caressing. Even after the ointment was applied, Fuso did not stop and stroked her smooth shoulders.

The atmosphere was somewhat ambiguous. Milo didn't hide, and Fuso didn't hide either.

Fuso hugged Milo from behind, pressed her against his chest, kissed her neck and slowly fell on the bed.

Fusang kissed very tightly and urgently, and her passionate breathing was right beside her ears, but the hands around her waist were very restrained and just rubbed in place.

Milo moved and turned over to face him, stroked his face, and then began to undress him.

Fuso stared at her with his whole body stiff, letting her take off his shirt, letting her get close to him and snuggle into his arms, and even letting her put his hand on the straps of her bellyband.

Milo blushed as much as she could, "Fuso, the rest should be taken care of by you."

Fusang didn't know what was going on in his mind at the moment. He stared at the tie in a daze. As long as he pulled it, they could...

"Fuso?" Milo waited for a while but saw no response from Fuso, even though he was so emotional just now.

Fusang pulled the quilt over them and said, "Tomorrow we have something important to do. Bai Lishang has told us not to have sex. Chuyang, I'll just hold you."

"Did Li Shang really instruct you to do so?" Mi Luo didn't believe it. If there was such a rule, Li Shang would definitely not let them stay in the same room. However, she would be too shy to continue, so she couldn't do it.

"Well, Chuyang, when you are detoxified and can leave Tianshan, where do you most want to go?" Fuso changed the subject.

"I want to go to the Peach Valley first. You said the peach blossoms there are very beautiful. I want to go and see them and visit the people who saved us there. Then we can go to Jinling to eat grouper and take a boat ride on the flowers."

"Bitao Valley?" Fuso said they fell into Bitao Valley, but didn't tell her that everyone there was dead.

"Yes." Mi Luo nestled in Fusang's arms, hugged him and rubbed his back, "Do you think they still remember us?"

"I will." Fuso kissed her forehead. It seemed that he had to send someone back to make arrangements.

But Milo suddenly sat up, "Fuso, get up!"

"What's wrong?" Fusang sat up with his heart pounding and grabbed her shoulders to comfort her. Did she remember something again? "Chuyang, don't be afraid, it's okay."

"You..." Milo actually saw guilt in his eyes, but she was now concerned about something else. "Turn around first."

Fuso turned away in fear, and what Milo saw was that the scar on his back was more serious than hers.

She carefully raised her hand and touched it. Needless to say, the location and wound of the injury were similar to hers. It must be because Fusang hugged her when they fell off the cliff that caused both of them to have injuries on their backs but not on their chests.

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