I am engaged in construction in ancient times

Chapter 82 Handkerchief

Duan Shubai and his wife took a nap on the bed for half an hour.

Duan Shubai opened his eyes and kissed Xiao Yuhe on the cheek. He gently lifted the quilt and got out of bed. He stood in front of the bronze mirror to put on his clothes, put on his coat, tied his belt, and tied his hair into a high ponytail. After he looked like a decent person, he turned back to the bed and sat down. While massaging Xiao Yuhe's waist, he gently called him to get up.

Xiao Yuhe lay on his side on the soft pillow, his breath was warm and sweet. His eyes were closed, and his long, straight and soft eyelashes made him look extremely gentle and obedient. Duan Shubai called his name, but Xiao Yuhe was awakened but didn't want to open his eyes. Like a large cat, he covered the quilt with a hum and ignored him.

Duan Shubai smiled and pulled him out of the quilt.

Xiao Yuhe followed his movements and continued to sleep in his arms.

"Good boy Yuhe, get up."

Xiao Yuhe opened half of his eyes reluctantly. Duan Shubai pecked at the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows. He grabbed his hand and said, "I'm so tired. I don't want to move or put on clothes."

"My husband will help you put on clothes." Duan Shubai felt that he was wrong and helped his beloved husband to put on clothes. Xiao Yuhe lay softly in his arms like a soft ball and let him do whatever he wanted. Duan Shubai dressed him carefully and touched his thin waistline and slender legs. At this time, he suddenly realized that Xiao Yuhe had lost a lot of weight in the few months he was away.

The slender waist was so thin that it was a bit scary to touch it carefully. When Xiao Yuhe was pregnant, he was raised to be plump and round. It has not been long since then, and he has become so thin that there is not much meat on his body. His little chin is so sharp that it can poke people.

Duan Shubai's heart softened, and a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes.

Xiao Yuhe had been woken up by his rustling dressing movements. He smiled faintly and pretended to be a useless person while watching his husband dressing him, "Come, sit down, your husband will comb your hair."

Xiao Yuhe nodded like a little squirrel holding a pine cone.

Duan Shubai chose a bright yellow hairband, walked behind Xiao Yuhe to tie his hair, picked up the long hair as smooth as ink, and gathered it strand by strand. After a while, he helped him comb his hair, "Okay."

Duan Shubai was very satisfied. He had practiced hard in Yuanzhou, and now he could comb his hair well. He was afraid that his beautiful husband would be dissatisfied, so he secretly practiced hundreds of times. Now he succeeded. He couldn't do anything too complicated, but he was already good at simple things.

"Would you like me to get a mirror and look at it for you?"

Xiao Yuhe raised his hand to touch his temples, shook his head with a smile.

"You trust your husband's craftsmanship so much? You are so good." Duan Shubai teased and grabbed Xiao Yuhe's left hand, gently kissed the lotus mark on his wrist, and slowly stroked the white and smooth back of his hand.

There was a small red spot on the back of the hand near the index finger bone, the size of a soybean, which was very eye-catching on the snow-white skin. Duan Shubai touched the small spot and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Xiao Yuhe retracted his left hand and explained, "When I accompanied my mother to burn incense, my hand shook and was burned by the falling incense ash. I applied some medicine every night and it disappeared after ten days."

After Duan Shubai left, Xiao Yuhe was still uneasy even though he heard the continuous good news from the front. He prayed for him day and night, burned incense and knelt down on the first and fifteenth days of the lunar month, and the Buddhist scriptures and paintings he copied had filled four or five secret compartments.