C88 His Scar

Yang Liulang remained silent and closed his eyes in a slightly disappointed manner.

"Are you sleepy? After talking so much, it's time to rest. " Hemai tucked Liulang in, "Go to sleep, I'll guard you."

Yang Liulang closed his eyes, but the words Hemai said last night could not be ignored.

He had heard Hemai's inner thoughts, what was she waiting for?

Was he really going to make this girl reveal her thoughts to him?

This matter should have been done by a man!

Thinking about it this way, his heart, which was filled with disappointment and bitterness, once again felt a hint of sweetness and gentleness that belonged solely to Hemai, and her confidence was revived.

Of course he wanted her to be his wife. He wanted her to be his wife for the rest of her life!

With his eyes closed, Yang Liulang naturally did not see Hemai taking this opportunity to heave a sigh of relief.

Hemai thought fearfully: What was she thinking about just now? How could a girl 'force' a man to marry her?

A woman in love is terrible! She might as well wait and do that stupid woman again!

Hemai calmed the waves in her heart and looked at Liulang's sleeping face quietly with a gentle smile at the corner of her lips.

This was already very good.

Liulang's injuries were already alright. He only needed to recuperate and he would be able to recover in about a month.

Next day, Yang Liulang was at the side giving pointers when he saw Yang Liulang. Hemai then took the eight bear paws from the cloth bag and placed them into a earthen jar that was filled with fried rice.

At the top of the jar, he poured the sweet honey into it. It was still fresh when it was pickled and preserved as early as possible and sent to the restaurant for sale. It could be sold for a good price.

After taking care of the eight bear paws, Hemai grinned and patted the body of the jar, "It's done!"

"We agreed to take you to the market the next day, but I'm afraid we'll have to go back on our word this time." Liulang said.

"I'm not in a rush," Hemai shook his head, "We have a lot of chances to go back for now, you should take care of yourself first."

Liulang curled his lips, "When the time comes, we will take out two of them and let our families have a taste of those."

Hemai's eyes lit up, "Have you ever eaten before? "Is it delicious?"

"Very plump and tender, oh …" You'll know after you eat it. "

Hemai nodded happily, "Alright!"

Madam Qin came over to deliver food at dinner time, and Xu Jiang also brought two skinned Bamboo Mice over. He told Liulang in detail about the Bamboo Mice's origins, and Liulang didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

After eating dinner, Hemai sent Xu Jiang and Madam Qin out before returning to take care of Liulang.

Liulang also couldn't get up, but luckily his arms could barely move, so he used the chamber pot under the bed whenever it was convenient, but he didn't want Hemai to take it away to pour.

Hemai had no choice but to say to the Liulang: "We still need to sleep tonight. We can't just keep smelling it!"

Pouring the chamber pot, Hemai wiped the Liulang's face, turned off the light, and went to sleep.

This time, the two of them were lying on the same bed, and there was nothing left to feel uncomfortable about.

In the middle of the night, Hemai slept soundly. Liulang quietly grabbed her hand and held it in her palm, sighing in satisfaction.

This way, even if he could not see Hemai's back figure, he would still be able to sleep a little more peacefully.

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Hemai took good care of Liulang for four days, and on the fifth day, Liulang's wounds were already much better, as scabs started to form.

Hemai could not bear to see the sinister scar on her cheek, and her heart was incomparably sour.

Xu Jiang shot a glance at her, and said: "Have you seen how Liulang looks like now? Are you scared? "

Hearing this, Hemai pouted unhappily, "He looks good now, he's not scary at all!"

Ma Er who had come early in the morning to visit them laughed and asked, "Haven't you told your brother and sister about the spiritual effects of the Golden Sore Medicine?"

"What spiritual effect?" Hemai asked.

Ma Er laughed, "Sister, don't worry! Although Xu Jiang's character was not good, his medical skills were still superb! Do not underestimate this small bottle of Gold Sore Medicine in Xu Jiang's hands. Well, a lot. Anyway, Liulang has always been smeared with this bottle of Golden Sore Medicine, I can't guarantee anything else, but this kind of wound on his face definitely won't leave behind any Scar disease, you, keep your heart in your stomach, your Husband won't be able to break down your appearance! "

"Really!?" Hemai was so happy that she almost jumped up.

"Of course!" Ma Er confidently patted his chest and guaranteed, "Liulang has a few scars on his face, I will help you beat Xu Jiang up to vent your anger …"

"I'm afraid you won't have the chance!" Xu Jiang said disdainfully.

All the heavy stones in Hemai's heart had been put down.

Even if she really didn't care about the scars on Liulang's face, she would still feel a lot of guilt and regret when she saw those sinister and terrifying wounds.

This way, Liulang wouldn't have to be troubled by Scar disease, she would be able to relax a lot.

After half a month, Liulang was already able to slowly walk underground. Today, he was supported by Hemai to return home.

Madam Qin had been preparing in her room since a long time ago. The house was cleaned and the food was prepared. Seeing that Liulang's complexion had recovered, she placed her hands together and chanted: "Amitabha."

"I was the one who worried Grandma," Liulang sighed as he entered the room.

"There are a lot of people who are worried about you," Hemai lightly rebuked, then joked, "If you were to put it in your heart, wouldn't you die from exhaustion? "Take a good rest. When you get better, let me take a look. I almost forgot what that half of your face looks like."

"It's probably because I'm too unremarkable that you don't have a deep impression of me." Yang Liulang said with a smile.

Hemai tilted her head, staring at the left side of his face, which had lost most of its beard. She thought for a while and said: "Why don't you shave? I've never seen you shave. "

It was not a day or two since she wanted to see his "true face."

Yang Liulang was startled, "You want to see?"

"Of course," Hemai replied without thinking, "If one day you suddenly shave your beard, maybe I won't recognize you anymore."

"It's that exaggerated?" Yang Liulang did not believe it. He thought about it carefully and said, "It is indeed possible …"

Hemai laughed: Then, you agree to shave my beard?

Liulang shook his head smilingly, "I won't agree so quickly. I'll think about it!"

On the day that Liulang removed the bandages on his face, he also invited the brothers who came to help look for him that day to have a meal. When they went up the mountain that day, Shanmu also wanted to come over, but he had never been up the mountain before. If he went up there, then he might even have to take care of him.

From the moment Liulang came back with bandages wrapped all over his face, to the month of watching him wearing gauze, to how he suddenly took the gauze next, Hemai was still a little not used to it.

She looked at that smooth and clean face and found it somewhat hard to believe. "The scar is truly gone!"

Xu Jiang asked curiously: "Didn't I tell you the effects of my Golden Sore Medicine? Do you not believe it? "

"No, no …" Hemai quickly explained, "I just can't believe the scene in front of my eyes …"