Chang’an Peasant Girl

Xiao Changyi had a wound on his back. Now An Jing was back with him, so he couldn't hide it, so he told her the truth: "I got a little wound on my back, it's nothing, don't worry."

The more Xiao Changyi told her not to worry, the more worried she became. Anyway, there was no one around, so she broke free from his embrace and took off his clothes. As soon as he took off his clothes, she discovered the wound on his back.

The wound had been treated and wrapped with cloth. An Jing couldn't see how big or deep the wound was, but she could see a lot of blood on the white cloth, which showed that the injury should be quite serious.

"How did you do this?" An Jing was so distressed that her voice was crying.

"When I killed Dongfang Tianchong, Dongfang Tianchong also hurt me." Xiao Changyi said briefly, and pulled An Jing to sit on the bed next to him.

An Jing said, "Is Dongfang Tianchong so powerful? How could he hurt you?"

"His martial arts skills have improved a lot. It's hard to easily defeat him. I can only kill him by getting myself hurt."

An Jing thought about what Dongfang Tianyang had told her, that his martial arts were taught by Dongfang Tianchong, so she said, "Dongfang Tianyang said that Dongfang Tianchong led 100,000 troops to kill you. I thought you would really die. Fortunately, you didn't die. If you died, I would definitely not live."

Xiao Changyi put on the clothes that An Jing had taken off, and then he rushed into his arms and hugged him tightly.

He died, she died.

He lived, he lived.

Whether it was him or her, they all had this idea.

And he understood.

He knew her feelings for him.

An Jing hugged him back, but this time, she was careful not to touch the wound on his back.

The two of them just hugged each other quietly, and both of them quietly felt the loss and recovery.

Four months, he and she had not seen each other for four months, and in these four months, they did not want to experience the torment they had suffered physically and mentally, and they did not want to experience it again in their lives.

"Husband, I miss you so much." An Jing finally spoke again, her voice was small, but she was a little choked.

This choking could be considered tears of joy.

Finally, she returned to her husband. Finally, she and her husband were together again.

"Me too." Xiao Changyi hugged her tightly, his chin resting on the top of her head, and then he kissed her forehead. Feeling that it was not enough, he lowered his head even lower and kissed her lips.

She responded to him.

The two kissed lightly, without deepening, and naturally not strong, but it made their longing for each other for the past four months even more overwhelming.

After the kiss ended, Xiao Changyi added: "I miss you very much, I miss you very much."

An Jing's mouth corners could not help but rise like this. Being with her husband, she really would never get tired of it.

After another smile, An Jing took out the silver ring from her bosom and put it on Xiao Changyi, while reminding him: "Don't take it off in the future."

"Yeah." Xiao Changyi nodded first, then explained: "I didn't bring anything else that would make you believe, I took it off because I was afraid that you wouldn't believe it and wouldn't go with them."

"I know." An Jing smiled and nodded. She really knew. So, she didn't blame him at all.

Then, An Jing joked: "Husband, didn't you say that you would never go to a brothel?"

"This is a last resort." After a pause, he argued, "Besides, this is not a brothel, we are in an underground secret room."

"I was joking with you, and you took it seriously." An Jing laughed. "Okay, let's not talk about this. I heard from Dongfang Tianyang that you were helped by the masked man. What's going on?"