Princess Sets Poison Again Chapter 1318: Distressed

Murong Xuefei's heart trembled slightly, she frowned and said, "The small wounds are already healed, I'll wipe them myself."

As Murong Xuefei said, she went to grab his medicine again.

"I'll wipe it for you, I will be very light." Leng Yihan looked at her persistently, without compromising, "Let me take a look."

His pleading eyes finally softened her heart, she turned her eyes away and lay down.

Seeing that she agreed, Leng Yihan felt uncomfortable.

He hesitated and reached out to untie her belt, feeling that this action was too ambiguous, he couldn't help swallowing.

Because the two times did not bring her a good experience, so when Leng Yihan unbuttoned her clothes, his movements were light and light, for fear of irritating her.

Unbuttoning his coat and jacket, Leng Yihan was already covered in cold sweat.

It's obviously a very serious thing, but he made it unreasonable for a lifetime.

Even Murong Xuefei's pretty face was flushed, she seemed to tell him to finish the medicine quickly, but he was as slow as a snail.

Untied the last layer of obscene clothes, so the charming feeling disappeared instantly.

Leng Yihan stared at the small protruding wound covered by the apron, and his eyes turned red instantly.

He lifted her bellyband with trembling hands, wanting to see how shocking the complete scar was.

Murong Xuefei was startled, and subconsciously grabbed his hand.

"I'm sorry." With red eyes, Leng Yihan leaned over and kissed her wound lightly.

Murong Xuefei's heart trembled suddenly, her nose hurt, and she let go.

Leng Yihan lifted her bellyband, saw the scar that was still growing from the tiger's mouth, and the hot tears in the corners of her eyes couldn't hold back anymore.

If he had known that he would suffer like this, he would never have allowed her to conceive a child.

He is such a villain.

Leng Yihan wept silently while carefully wiping the wound with a hot cloth.

"Does it hurt?" He asked her softly with a hoarse voice.

Murong Xuefei blushed and shook her head.

Now that she is naked in front of him, she can't care about the pain.

After wiping the wound, Leng Yihan changed her to a new medicine, and put her clothes back on one by one.

Murong Xuefei's face was flushed red, she still turned her eyes away, and did not dare to move.

Feeling a bit awkward, Leng Yihan coughed lightly: "I'm going to fetch water for Xin'er to take a bath."

Leng Yihan went out again with the water basin as he spoke.

When Leng Yihan came in with hot water again, Murong Xuefei was already holding her heart and waiting.

"I'll help her wash."

Leng Yihan glanced at the child in her arms, seeing if he couldn't face it, he put down the hot water and left the room.

Murong Xuefei glanced at his back and frowned, then began to bathe Xiaoxin'er.

Be careful not to cry or make trouble, and not afraid of water, obediently being supported by Murong Xuefei to float on the water.

Murong Xuefei stroked the red mark on the back of her neck, her eyes were full of distress.

After Murong Xuefei finished taking a bath for Xiaoxin, Leng Yihan was chopping firewood again.

"It's getting late, go to sleep, and do it tomorrow."

"You and Xin'er go to bed first, and I'll sleep after I finish here." Seeing that she cared about him, he smiled very happily.

Murong Xuefei opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything, and went to sleep with her heart in her arms.

Leng Yihan sat there all night, afraid of disturbing their mother and daughter, he moved his things directly to the small kitchen.

Although I haven't done it before, Leng Yihan's hands are dexterous, and the prototype came out in one night.

Looking a little ugly, as if he couldn't take it out, Leng Yihan decided to polish it up before giving Xin'er to sleep.

Hiding the shaker behind, Leng Yihan went up the snow mountain.

He made fish soup yesterday, and he plans to make chicken soup for her today.

Leng Yihan's luck was not bad, he actually got two pheasants and touched a brood of pheasants.

Leng Yihan killed the chicken and stewed chicken soup for Murong Xuefei. As for the eggs, he also stewed them, planning to give them to Xiaoxin.

Murong Xuefei woke up from the smell of chicken soup.

"I made chicken soup." Leng Yihan brought a big bowl of chicken soup to her.

Looking at her wound yesterday, his heart still aches.

In the future, he will treat her redoubledly and redoubledly, no matter whether she forgives him or not.

Smelling the fragrant chicken soup, Murong Xuefei also moved her index finger, and drank the whole bowl of chicken soup with dignity.

"I also made stewed eggs for Xiaoxin." Leng Yihan brought the stewed pheasant eggs again.

Murong Xuefei picked up Xiaoxin'er, scooped up a spoonful and brought it to her mouth, but the little guy was very picky, not only refused to eat eggs, but also kept pushing towards her chest.

Careful movements made Murong Xuefei's face flush, she looked at Leng Yihan apologetically: "Why don't you eat it yourself."

Leng Yihan felt a little uncomfortable when he knew Xiaoxiao was going to breastfeed, so he could only go out with a bowl.

After Leng Yihan went out, Murong Xuefei reluctantly lifted up his skirt.

Xin'er can't wait to move over.

Outside, Leng Yihan didn't dare to stand too close, afraid that he couldn't help but have to drink ice water, so he could only take the stewed eggs that his daughter detested to eat in the yard.

Leng Yihan took good care of Murong Xuefei and Xiaoxiner every day, and changed Murong Xuefei's dressing every night.

Every time he saw her wound, his heart ached so badly. Fortunately, her wound is healing day by day.

At night, when their mother and daughter fell asleep, Leng Yihan would polish his shaker.

For fear of being stabbed, he polished every piece of wood on the shaker to be extremely smooth.

It only took one night to make this bed, but it took a whole month to polish this bed thoroughly.

One month also means that Murong Xuefei is going to give birth.

On this day, Leng Yihan specially cooked a table of dishes to celebrate her confinement, and to celebrate Xiaoxin'er's full moon.

"It's my first time making these, try to see if it suits your appetite." Leng Yihan gave Murong Xuefei a chopstick dish.

Actually, he was a little worried. He used to make stews, either fish soup, chicken soup, or porridge. Make these few dishes that look okay, but don't know how they taste?

Murong Xuefei took a sip, she didn't say good or bad, she just ate everything he put into her bowl.

Seeing that she had eaten all of it, Leng Yihan thought that what he had cooked was not bad, so he took a sip, but his expression changed drastically.

"I, I seem to have taken the sugar as salt, I'll redo it." Leng Yihan finished speaking embarrassingly, and then stood up holding it.

Murong Xuefei hurriedly stopped him: "Why is it so troublesome, the sweet dishes are also very good, let's change the taste."

Leng Yihan's eyes warmed up, and he sat down again, but he no longer had the face to serve her food.

Murong Xuefei really didn't care, she tasted every dish, but her appetite was very small, so she didn't eat much.

After eating, Leng Yihan took out the small shaker. "You made this?" Murong Xuefei looked at the small shaker in surprise.