Yan Funing moved her legs to avoid his touch.
As a modern Xinzi, it's no big deal if someone sees your legs.
What's more, her thighs were covered, and only her knees and calves were visible to him.
It's just that this person is pedantic and conceited, and a little incomprehensible. I don't know when he will preach about the defense of men and women, and what is reserved, which makes her uneasy.
Fu Ciyi stood up and asked hoarsely, "Do you want a bandage?"
Yan Funing pushed the corner of the quilt to cover her legs: "No, if the skin is broken, you don't need to bandage it. This way it will heal quickly. I just don't know if there will be scars?"
When she said this, her voice was filled with tears, delicate and weak.
Hearing this, Fu Ciyi's handsome eyebrows furrowed.
After a moment of pause, she added: "If there are scars on the palms of the hands and scars on the knees, they will look ugly."
Fu Ciyi: "Did you fall by the bridge just now?"
She didn't hide it from him and said "Yeah".
"How could you be so careless? Cut your palms, burn your hands, fall to your knees..." Fu Ciyi's brows tightened, his face was stern, and his voice was tinged with anger, "Yan Funing, you have already reached the age of hairpins, why are you still like a child? generally?"
Being scolded by him like this, Yan Funing's eyes turned red.
"You, you said that about me, do you think I am willing to throw myself down?"
Isn't it just to give him an umbrella?
The already sparkling eyes were instantly filled with a layer of mist, which gathered into large teardrops and fell down.
It soon turned into two streams of tears, flowing down.
Fu Ciyi's eyes flashed with panic, and he leaned over to help her wipe away her tears.
However, she seemed to be made of water, and the tears could not be wiped away no matter how hard she wiped them away.
Yan Funing was stunned.
Tears were streaming down his face, but his expression was stunned.
He was touching her face.
She reacted and grabbed his hand: "Fu Ciyi, touch me!"
Fu Ciyi paused with his slender fingers: "Huh?"
"Touch, touch, touch my face."
"I'm wiping your tears."
She stopped talking: "I don't want you to wipe it." She suddenly reacted, "You have the nerve to tell me, who cut his finger with a kitchen knife?"
As she spoke, she grabbed his left hand with both hands and looked at the injury on his fingertips carefully.
Fu Ciyi raised his right hand again and gently wiped away the tears with his thumb pad on her face.
Her soft tofu-like face is so easy to touch.
I still want to squeeze it.
Do you know if she would cry if you pinch it? I pinched it with tears in my eyes. I wonder if it has any effect on the feeling?
I thought about it this way, but I didn't dare to pinch it.
He finally wiped away the tears, but he couldn't make her cry anymore.
The way she looks when she cries is so seductive for no reason.
There was a faint voice in her heart shouting, make her cry! Fu Ciyi put his right hand behind his back and resisted the urge to pinch her , her left hand was held by her, so he had to stand and let her check the injury on his fingertips.
However, standing like this, her pink face, as gorgeous as a peach and plum, came into his eyes clearly.
To be honest, he kind of likes to see her cry, and he also likes to hear the sound of her crying.
Isn't he a pervert?
I suddenly felt depressed.
At this time, Yan Funing let go of his hand: "The wound is healing very well. The scar is shallow and faint. You can't see it unless you look carefully."
Fu Ciyi cleared his throat: "Do you want to heat the water in the footbath?"
As he spoke, he lowered his eyes and saw that the two white and tender little feet in the water were particularly cute.
"No need." Yan Funing moved her shiny toes, "I want to get up and put on a skirt, can you go out first?"
Fu Ciyi's Adam's apple rolled slightly: "Okay, don't fall again." Yan Funing choked, could anyone talk like this?
It's getting dark.
The rain has no tendency to decrease at all.
Ali wanted to take a shower at Fu's house, so he held an umbrella and went to his house to get dry clothes.
Fu Beimo went to the toilet cubicle to wash himself first. After he finished washing, he came out just as Ali came back.
In the kitchen, Fu Ciyi washed rice and put it into the pot.
Yan Funing came in, took a dried fish that had been dried before, cut it into sections and put it on a the Chinese cabbage into sections and put it on the plate, slice the bacon and spread it on the vegetables.
The two dishes were placed on the rice rack.
Cook rice under the rice rack, steam vegetables on the rice rack, steaming in one pot.
Fu Nanyao divided the cooked ginger soup into two bowls and took them to the main room.
Fu Beimo drank a bowl first.
Seeing that Ali was not in the main room, Fu Nanyao shouted at the top of her voice: "Ali, come to the main room to drink ginger soup."
Ali has just finished rinsing.
Hearing the shout, he ran to the main room, picked up the bowl, and drank the ginger soup in large gulps.
At this moment, he was only wearing a pair of underpants.
When Fu Nanyao saw the naked Ali, he was stunned for a moment and shouted: "Young disciple, why are you not wearing clothes?"
The ginger soup was spicy. After drinking it, Ali opened his mouth to breathe, and his words were a bit intermittent: "This is my first time taking a shower at your house, so I have no experience. I went in and took a shower. After I finished the shower, I found that all my clothes were left in the main room. I was wearing these pants. It was still raining just now.”
When I was about to come out, I had no choice but to put on my wet underpants.
Fu Beimo laughed: "Ali, you are so stupid!"
Wan Niang couldn't see him, and Ali was just like Bei Mo, a half-grown boy, and it was nothing if he didn't wear clothes.
Then he said: "You have to take off your wet underwear. Let's go to Bei Mo's room and put it on. I'll rinse it off later. There's a hook on the wall where you can hang your clothes."
"Okay, Auntie."
Turning his eyes to Fu Nanyao, Ali blushed, quickly picked up the clothes placed on the bamboo chair, and ran to Fu Beimo's room.
Fu Nanyao pointed at his back and sneered: "He's blushing and as thin as a monkey. What's so good about him?"
Fu Beimo scolded her: "Then don't look at it."
"Fu Beimo!" Fu Nan was annoyed, "It's not what I want to see."
In the kitchen, Yan Funing took a radish, washed it, and cut it into pieces with a diagonal cut some more bacon, now into thick slices.
Fu Ciyi lit a fire behind the stove and began to cook rice and steam vegetables.
Yan Funing cleaned the pot where the ginger soup had been boiled, and said to him behind the stove: "Let's heat up the other pot too."
Fu Ciyi responded, took two burning firewood from the outer stove and stuffed them into the inner stove.
New firewood was added to both sides.
Yan Funing saw that the pot was getting hot and started to cook radish and stew bacon.
There was a lot of noise in the main room. One of the couple was lighting the fire and the other was busy in front of the stove. Neither of them had time to pay attention.
It was raining and there were a lot of things going on, so the Fu family's dinner was a little late.
During the meal, Yan Funing asked what the quarrel was about.
"Speaking of this, I'm still angry." Fu Nanyao poked a radish with chopsticks, "I even saw Ali running into the main room without any clothes on."
Yan Funing was shocked: "No clothes?"
Fu Nanyao glared at Ali, who was immersed in eating, and said angrily: "Yes, he left his dry clothes in the hall. Sister-in-law, do you think he is stupid?"
Yan Funing was too embarrassed to answer the question.
No, you're not wearing any clothes, are you? Ali doesn't look like a fool.
In order to have enough to eat, he knew how to take advantage of Bei Mo's kindness and begged his family to take him in, which shows that he was quite clever.
Although he did not have the guidance of his parents, he was fortunate to have never learned bad things, he was honest and his mind was simple.
Fu Ciyi seemed to understand her guess and said directly: "Ali is not so stupid that he doesn't wear pants."