âPut me down quickly, I donât look pretty like thisâ¦â After putting on the âmakeup,â she just looked not ugly.
âAnyway, my wife looks good in my eyes.â
She didnât believe it, âDidnât you say I was so ugly before that Iâd scare ghosts?â
âBut now my wife is pretty enough to see people.â
She frowned, âYouâre just⦠a scoundrel!â
Xiao Yuchuan said grievously, âI mean, now you look presentable enough to see peopleâ¦â
She twitched the corner of her mouth, and indeed, she had just made herself barely presentable.
He carried her for a few laps before he ran out of energy, put her down, and leaned against her shoulder, panting tiredly, âWife, Iâve only taken four doses of medicine, and my body has recovered quite a bit of strength, but Iâm still weak all over. Just wait another day, and Iâll be better soonâ¦â
Xiao Yishan came out of the master bedroom and saw Chuan holding his wife, a trace of jealousy rising from the bottom of his heart, âThird brother, Yueâer just came back, donât stick to her. Didnât you see her covered in sweat? Youâll get her too hot.â
He looked deep into her ordinary appearance, âWife⦠Yueâer, is your face all better now?â
âYes, second brother, my face is better.â Su Qingyue took a look at him, his beard on his face was cleanly shaved, revealing a resolute face. His eyebrows were thick and his eyes were sharp. Although the second brother was not handsome, he had a strong masculinity.
Unfortunately, there were clear scratches on his left cheek, and the scars were deep and horrifying, making people afraid to look at them.
He was wearing the new clothes she had bought for him, and his robust figure gave a strong oppressive feeling. His hair was neatly combed behind his head, and it was obvious that he had tidied up carefully.
âSecond brother, youâve shaved your beard.â She laughed, âYou look so much more refreshing like this.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Xiao Yishanâs dark skin blushed slightly, âAs long as Yueâer likes it. This new outfit you bought for me fits perfectly.â
âI measured your old clothes, so of course, the new ones fit.â Su Qingyue looked at Xiao Qinghe, who was also wearing the new clothes she had bought, âFourth brother looks good no matter when.â
Being praised by her, Xiao Qinghe blushed. He looked at her with clear eyes, âQingyue, your face is better now, thatâs great.â
She nodded slightly. Her ordinary appearance didnât cause much of a stir in the Xiao Family, and on the way to the village, she met several villagers, who, although surprised that her face was better, didnât show much curiosity about her âordinaryâ face.
That was the effect she wanted.
She picked up the spatula that her third brother had thrown on the ground, âReally, how could you even throw the spatula?â
âMy wifeâs face is better, and Iâm happy.â He grinned as he scratched his head, suddenly smelling a burnt scent coming from the kitchen and rushed in, âOh no, my food on the stove, itâs scorched!â
He took a few steps and doubled back to snatch the spatula from her. Hurriedly, he rinsed it with water and then flipped the vegetables in the pot.
Su Qingyue watched as he busied himself in front of the stove.
A touch of complexity flashed across her clear, watery gaze.
After tying the horseâs bridle to a wooden post, she held Little Bastard as she sat in the courtyard chair to enjoy the cool night.
The bright moon hung high in the sky, the dark blue night studded with stars that sparkled with a dazzling radiance.
The night wind blew, making her feel comfortable and refreshed.
She leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes to rest.
The sound of the wheelchair turning caught her attention, and she opened her eyes to see her fourth brother holding a bowl of clear water. He spoke softly, âQingyue, have some water.â