Reborn to return to the God of War husband before his death

He Yuanling likes to see his little Jiaojiao cry, but not over such insignificant things.

He couldn't coax her well, and seeing her still crying and not speaking, He Yuanling felt as anxious as if she had been scratched by a cat.

He tried to carry her back, but she pushed him away, which was really a punishment for him.

"You will be punished by going back and sitting still, and you are not allowed to move."

She pointed her finger towards the table, her red eyes glaring at him with tears in her eyes, still very cute and charming.

The beauty's pear blossoms are full of tears, which makes her even more charming.

He Yuanling did not dare to offend her at this critical moment and accepted the punishment honestly.

"good."

Then I heard her say, "I'm going to get medicine."

He Yuanling nodded obediently, not daring to act any further.

Just apply the medicine, no matter what, he can't make his wife cry again.

After a while she came back again, alone.

Didn't he just say that Yang Chun would be the one to give him the medicine, but now he doesn't?

Even if he was confused, he didn't dare to say anything, and his eyes followed his wife's turn.

Shen Huarou prepared wound medicine and bandaging items, and then went to the cubicle to fill up half a basin of warm water.

"Turn around."

He Yuanling obeyed and obeyed, waiting for the warm handkerchief to fall on his back, and then felt the soft little hands holding the handkerchief to avoid the wound, and gently wiping it on his back.

"Actually, this little injury doesn't affect my bathing. I haven't washed myself for two days after going out, and my whole body stinks."

Didn't she dislike him the most for not taking a shower? She would dislike him in every possible way if he didn't take a shower for a day, and she wouldn't even allow him to go to bed.

He Yuanling thought to himself: He won't be able to go back to the main room to sleep tonight until the wound is healed and he can't take a shower.

Compared to this, he would rather wash it every day. This minor injury is really unnecessary.

The daughter-in-law's delicate and soft voice came from behind, "My skin and flesh are all turned over, how can I wash them? I don't want my body anymore?"

He Yuanling didn't say anything for a long time, he was thinking about another thing.

If she wiped him like this when he wasn't taking a shower, it didn't seem unacceptable.

Has his wife ever done this kind of thing to him? Don't even think about it, she has never even wiped a finger on him in his dream.

Just when He Yuanling was thinking about it, Shen Huarou twisted the handkerchief again and turned to him.

Shen Huarou had only done this kind of thing to her daughter in her entire life. Although He Yuanling was stronger, she could do it fairly easily.

She wiped it carefully because He Yuanling's body was really dirty, and she couldn't accept it if he didn't wipe it carefully.

He Yuanling's eyes never left the person in front of him, looking at her busy hands on his body, her serious look, and her delicate face.

If this is the case, he feels more acceptable.

He even came up with a bold idea.

Even if she doesn't agree, there's nothing to lose by asking.

What if, seeing that she was hurt, she softened her heart and agreed?

The words rolled down his throat for a few times until Shen Huarou started to give him medicine and finally asked in one go.

"Daughter-in-law, I'm clean now, can you not sleep in the side room?"

But she wiped it herself, how could it not be clean?

The hand moving behind his back paused, and He Yuanling's heart tightened.

He thought of the scene where Shen Huarou ignored him and kicked him out.

In fact, Shen Huarou blamed herself after hearing what he said. He was like this, how could she drive him away?

But in his heart, that's what he did.

It can be seen that she is usually too harsh on him, which makes him think like this. It is because she is too incompetent as a wife.

"This is your home and your bedroom. You can sleep wherever you want."

Because she felt uncomfortable in her heart, Shen Huarou's tone of voice became duller, and her mood became even heavier.

But He Yuanling misunderstood what she said and thought it was to make her unhappy. She was probably saying it sarcastically.

In a hurry, Shen Huarou turned around to look at the person, but Shen Huarou didn't expect that he turned around suddenly and accidentally touched his wound.

"hiss……"

He Yuanling also felt pain in his mortal body, and hissed out of conditioned reflex.

Seeing that the freshly sprinkled medicinal powder was soaked with blood when she touched it, his wound hurt, and Shen Huarou felt distressed, "Don't move."

She's not hard-hearted, nor does she care about him at all.

In a hurry, his tone became a little more anxious. In this way, He Yuanling did not dare to make any mistakes.

He Yuanling didn't understand whether what she just said was sarcastic or not, and He Yuanling felt even more anxious.

After Shen Huarou bandaged his wound, she went to the cabinet to get some clean clothes for him to put on.

While enjoying the rare service from his wife, He Yuanling raised his hands and lowered his head to facilitate her actions.

The words came to my lips several times and I swallowed them back, because I was really afraid of offending her again and even losing her current treatment.

He thought that Shen Huarou didn't say anything because she didn't want to talk to him. In fact, Shen Huarou was very upset. She was stimulated by He Yuanling's bloody wound.

After being reborn for nearly a month, she thought about keeping Yaya healthy and safe, about trying to accept and understand He Yuanling, about stocking up on food, and about ten years later...

She thought she could do it step by step, prevent and change things, but she never had a specific plan.

How much can she change by herself?

Because that was ten years later, and we still don’t have a clue, so we can only sit back and wait for death?

Just waiting for that day to approach step by step?

She thought that if He Yuanling died, he could support the He family.

But what if he is still dead?

But what if he can't change even if he's alive?

He is only flesh and blood, and he will be injured and tired.

Shen Huarou, you must do something.

He Yuanling didn't know what his wife was thinking. He watched her carrying the basin to the cubicle, thinking that when she came back it would be time for him to leave.

As a result, Shen Huarou was seen coming out again carrying a basin.

"Pants off."

"ah?"

If the timing wasn't right, He Yuanling would have expanded a bit.

Shen Huarou was thoughtful, so she didn't pay much attention to He Yuanling's reaction or her disbelieving look.

Seeing that he didn't move, I thought he was hiding his injury, so he frowned.

"I'll wipe your legs, but there are still wounds?"

"No, no, just take it off."

In fact, after the initial surprise, He Yuanling also guessed what she was going to do, but it was when he guessed that he became even more excited.

He Yuanling is tall and strong, with thick hair. The hair on his calves is so thick that the skin color on his legs is much darker.

It was indeed enjoyable to be served by his wife, and it also gave He Yuanling great inner satisfaction.

But he couldn't bear to let his wife squat on the ground and wipe his legs.

"Let me do it. My hands are not injured, and my legs and back are not untouched."

He stretched out his hand to take the handkerchief but was dodged. "He was hunched over and pulling at the wound."

He Yuanling wanted to say that he came back on horseback.

In the end, he didn't say anything. Watching his petite daughter-in-law wipe him carefully, his heart and eyes were sore.

There were thousands of words colliding in his mind, but when he said this sentence, He Yuanling wanted to slap himself twice.

He said, "Hua Rou, why don't you scold me?"