Rebirth of the Splendid Concubine

Seeing that there was no movement on the lake for a long time, the two people tiptoed towards Hongluanxuan.

As soon as she saw them walking away, without saying a word, she took off her shoes and was about to get into the water, but was stopped by a pair of strong hands, "I'll do it!"

Bai Mocheng took off his windbreaker, put it on Lin Xiaoyin, and jumped into the water.

It was still hot when he rescued Lin Xiaolian ashore. He briefly dealt with it and took her to one of his yards outside the city.

In a small rural courtyard outside Hangzhou

Lin Xiaoyin sat on the edge of the bed, her soles of her feet hurting terribly, and she frowned tightly.

She finally calmed down, but she remained silent all the way. Seeing her strong and forbearing look, he felt very uncomfortable, and there was an out-of-control emotion rushing through his body. He had only met this woman a few times, so for the first time

The first time they met, he picked her up from the ground, and the way she looked at him touched her; the second time they met, he picked her up from the fire, and she hugged herself tightly, and her heart remained still from then on.

Shui's heart has never been calmer again!

Angrily, Bai Mocheng hit her with a flashlight and saw the blood seeping out of her feet.

He had already treated the wound, and it must have been caused by the burnt blisters on his feet!

His eyes darkened a little bit, and he stepped forward and grabbed her legs and wrists. Even his voice had a sullen tone, "Let me take a look!"

Lin Xiaoyin struggled for a while, but was shocked by the persistence and stubbornness in his eyes. He had no intention of letting go!

Bai Mocheng took the purple pearl grass prepared in advance, crushed it in his mouth, and applied it to her wound.

I felt a chill instantly, and the wound gradually became less painful.

Lin Xiaoyin felt an indescribable feeling in her heart. There was a burning sensation on her face and her complexion turned crimson, which reached to the root of her neck and the ends of her ears. She couldn't help but shed a crystal tear and said secretly in her heart:

Mocheng! My mother’s body is still cold, and I will personally avenge her. But we don’t know if we can survive in this life...

I was sorry for you in my last life, and I dare not expect anything else in this life, but I hope you will be safe!

Bai Mocheng didn't raise his head, but stretched out a hand to hold her tears into his palm.

The hot tears seemed to burn the palm of his hand. He squatted next to her and stared at the clear teardrops. He was a little shocked. This unconscious action betrayed his heart. Could it be that he couldn't bear to let her drop a drop in his heart?

tears?

In an instant, both of their faces turned red at the same time, each turned his head away, and neither of them spoke.

Her heart was beating like thunder, and she was a little panicked. She pretended to check where there were any injuries on her body, and stretched out her hand to wipe her hair. She was shocked and burned into a hard piece.

Bai Mocheng naturally noticed that a woman's hair is the most precious. He originally wanted to clean it up for her, but gave up and wanted to ask for her opinion, "Let me cut your hair! I usually cut my sister's hair."

, shoulder-length short hair is very popular nowadays.”

Lin Xiaoyin nodded, is he the current student head?

"Mother Chen, bring me a pair of scissors. Remember to call me when the people over there wake up."

A middle-aged woman dressed as a village woman agreed and came over in a moment.

He put his slender fingers on her hair and reached out to hold the root of her hair from the back of her neck. Fortunately, the root of her hair was intact. The thick black hair filled his hand. With a snap, the lower half of the hair was burnt.

It fell in response.

The back of his sharp-jointed hand occasionally brushed the back of her neck. The two people in silence could only hear each other's slightly chaotic breathing, and strange emotions flowed through.

After a long time, his hands were still gently sliding down her silky hair. The last strand of hair fell down, and her hair was already draped obediently on her shoulders.

He saw the burned clothes on her back, which were black and stained on the flesh, and felt his breath floating, "Mother Chen, come in here!"