Chapter 15 Healing My Husband
After entering the door, I pushed away my Husband who had done tanning.
"Husband, you smell so bad." I pinched my nose in disgust.
"Wife is fragrant, isn't that enough?"
He said and was about to sit on the bed.
But I chased him to take a bath. He brushed his teeth three times before I let him get into the quilt.
My Husband talked nonsense all night.
But once in the quilt, he became honest.
As soon as I touched my Husband, he grimaced. "It hurts, it hurts."
Because I disliked the clothes smell, he didn't wear a top.
I lifted the quilt to look.
His body was covered with bruises and swelling, and knife wounds that were pale from water blisters.
My tears came down immediately. "Husband! Did you encounter medical trouble?"
My black-skinned Husband seemed amused and answered me vaguely, "Yeah, medical trouble."
I hugged him tightly.
My Husband's whole body muscles suddenly tensed. His tone became tense too. "Don't do anything reckless."
My hot tears fell on his body.
I saw his eyes become panicked and at a loss.
He hurriedly wiped my tears. "Don't cry. I'm fine."
I pressed my face against his chest and rubbed lightly.
I asked him what exactly happened.
My black-skinned Husband took a deep breath of my black hair in intoxication. Then his eyes looked a bit dazed as he said, "I'm used to it. I'm the tank in the team. I have to take hits every battle. ... It just hurts a bit."
His tone paused.
Then he suddenly picked me up. He buried his head in my shoulder and said in a muffled voice, "Wife, I lied. Actually, it hurts so much, wife."
There was a trace of wetness in the shoulder.
I gently stroked his messy hair top. "Don't cry. Wife will help heal you, okay?"
"Okay, wife blow on it~"