The Rebirth Wife Of The Seventies (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 38

Xie Tingyu saw the movement and slowly moved out of bed, touching the black and coming to Ye Qingshui's side.

He sighed softly all his life, "

Shuiya , go to bed." Ye Qingshui was uncomfortable, and she was even more irritable when she heard Xie Tingyu's voice. She closed her eyes as if she was asleep and ignored him.

Xie Tingyu soon lost his voice. It is estimated that he had gone to the latrine at night. Usually, he was afraid that he would be handicapped by the night. Ye Qingshui would probably get up to help him, but at this moment, Ye Qingshui had no extra thoughts to worry about him.

After a long time, when Ye Qingshui was about to fall asleep, the wooden door opened with a creak, followed by the sound of the cool wind in the night, a very faint "chak", that was the sound of a match being drawn. .

The oil lamp was lit, Xie Tingyu dragged a heavy step, bent down, and said in a faint voice:

"Water, drink some brown sugar water before going to

bed ." He might know that she was not asleep, and his broad, dry hands were covering her. On her forehead, the other hand crossed her neck and embraced her.

Ye Qingshui opened his eyes and saw Xie Tingyu's cold face, and a bowl of hot brown sugar water was handed to her, braving hot air.

She frowned and said, "I want to sleep."

But Xie Tingyu held the sugar water and blocked her lips. She was a bit clumsy and a bit fierce and said, "Grandma said that she will boil it for you, obedient. "

Ye Qingshui raised his eyes and saw the sweat that was slightly soaked in his forehead, and the sweat flowed down his face. This kind of sweat is incompatible with the overly cool night.

Ye Qingshui's arms were all blew up with tiny bumps.

"Why are you waking up grandma?"

Ye Qingshui frowned and asked him.

Xie Tingyu's expression suddenly became strange. He was silent for a long time before he said: "I didn't mean to..."

"Drink, and go to bed after drinking."

Another bead of sweat was flowing from his brow bone. When he came down, he sank into his cotton undershirt. He bowed his head and wiped his sweat, and took a breath. The faint oil lamp shone on his deep face, and her shadow was reflected in his dark eyes. Small, but full of it.

There is rarely such a time when he is staring at him so close and intently. At this moment, Ye Qingshui has a trance illusion.

Ye Qingshui quietly swallowed the syrup in the bowl. The ginger slices were thickly sliced, and the syrup had the pungent taste of ginger. After drinking it, her throat was hot and her stomach was warm. The pungent taste rushed into her eyes. It's foggy, sour and spicy.

Xie Tingyu frowned, his stern face seemed to be mixed with a little disgust: "Why are you crying?"

Ye Qingshui wiped her eyes, "I didn't cry."

She drank half of the sugar water, it was sweet and greasy, so sweet that she had never drunk such sweet sugar water.

Ye Qingshui stared at the remaining bowl of water, unable to drink.

Xie Tingyu frowned again.

He stared at her, with a trace of tears in her eyes, stubbornly raised her head and stared back.