There is happiness in the pastoral: the abandoned peasant woman wants to stand up

Ji Yu planned to bring Fu Liu back to the village in the morning, but Fu Liu was worried about his injuries, so he dragged him out of the county overnight.

Although he walked slowly, he entered the village before dawn.

The village was quiet, Fu Liu pushed open the broken wooden door of his house, and after helping Ji Yu onto the kang, he lit a candle and got busy.

First raise the fire of a stove, pour the medicine into the pot and fry it on it, then take out the smeared medicine and grind it into powder with stones. After all the work is done, the sky outside the window is also slightly brightened.

Ji Yu took the medicine and drank it up very cooperatively, but after he finished drinking it for a long time, he saw that Fu Liu was still standing in front of him and refused to leave.

"how?"

Fuliu scolded herself for living more and more, and broke the jar and said: "Well, Ji Yu... I'm going to give you medicine now, so, so you have to take off all your clothes... ..."

Ji Yu was taken aback for a moment, although there was nothing substantial between him and her, but she was his daughter-in-law, she was just taking off her clothes, he didn't think it was a big deal.

Seeing that Ji Yu just looked at her without any other movements, Fu Liu couldn't help feeling a little bit numb. Although she had no other thoughts, the owner of her body was notorious.

Gritting her teeth, she persuaded him to persuade herself even more, and while unbuttoning his clothes, she muttered, "I said it all, I'm just giving you medicine, you're a patient now, I'm a doctor, and men and women It doesn't matter..."

Ji Yu cooperated and remained motionless, letting her roughly unbutton his clothes, even if she accidentally touched his wound, he didn't cry out of pain, but just looked at her distraught face tenderly.

It's just that when she really took off his underwear, all her thoughts seemed to freeze.

Ji Yu really has a good body, with long legs, wide shoulders and narrow waist. Even with this figure, he can definitely go on stage and catwalk now.

It's just that such a well-proportioned body is covered with large and small scars at this moment. The original dark black old wounds and bright red new wounds spread across his body in a criss-cross pattern, especially the back. In the place where the board was beaten on the waist, the flesh and blood had already stuck to the underwear.

Ji Yu seemed to see the mist in her eyes, and said softly, "It's okay."

fine?

How can it be okay?

Fu Liu first smeared the welt marks on his body with medicinal powder, and then brought a basin of warm water to wet the inner garment around his waist little by little, then slowly lifted the bloody and fleshy inner garment gently. , sprinkled the powder on top gently and evenly.

After the medicine powder seeped into the horrific wound little by little, she breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the edge of the kang, looking at the black cloth cover that had already been soaked in sweat and sticking to her face, she asked softly, "Ji Yu , does it hurt?"

Ji Yu shook his head, his doting eyes were full of peace, "It doesn't hurt."

Fu Liu knew that such a wound could not be painless, unless he was an unconscious log, but he was like this, no matter how difficult or embarrassing he was, he could always calmly say that he was fine, that he was fine, just like in that stinky, dirty place. Like a prison full of rats and cockroaches.

She understood that he didn't want her to worry, but this kind of him made her even more curious about what he had experienced to cultivate such a cold and indifferent but extremely tough mind.