Hey! Leave my ex-boyfriends alone!

"?"

The phrase "depending on each other" was a bit strange. He Yunjiang seemed to have calmed down, but the strength in his hands did not ease at all.

After Xie Luo continued to pat his back, he finally calmed down. The pain in his head was relieved a lot, and the strength in his hands gradually eased.

Xie Luo's wrist was scratched red and felt a burning pain.

He Yunjiang regained consciousness and realized that he was held in Xie Luo's arms, with his chin resting on his shoulder.

Because he was very tall, it didn't feel like Xie Luo was holding him, but rather like he was holding Xie Luo in his arms.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the hand that Xie Luo hid behind his back.

The wrist of that hand was scratched red, and even a little darker. It might turn purple tomorrow.

That was what he grabbed tightly when he lost control.

But Xie Luo didn't say a word and even tried to calm him down.

He Yunjiang stared at her wrist closely, unable to tell what he was feeling.

I felt a little depressed, but more of it was helplessness and a little bit of joy.

There is no doubt that Xie Luo is really his lover.

If she wasn't his lover, why would she have to put herself in such a difficult position to take care of him when he had a headache?

She is a very kind and gentle person.

Gentleness does not refer to the feeling she gives people, but to her attitude towards people and things. It is gentleness that comes from the heart.

He is lucky to have a gentle lover.

"Thank you."

He Yunjiang hugged her waist and called out the name in his memory.

Different from what he said casually in his annoyance just now, this time he pronounced the words clearly, his voice was a little hoarse, and even the ending tone was a little upturned.

Xie Luo blinked, and suddenly understood what he meant: "Are you calling me? My name is Xie Luo?"

"Well, I seem to remember something. My name is He Yunjiang, and your name is Xie Luo, but I don't know our specific identities."

"Just now when I had a headache, only a few fragments flashed through my mind."

"He Yunjiang...ah, I still can't remember anything."

"It doesn't matter, we will always remember."

He Yunjiang controlled his strength and pulled the hair on the back of Xie Luo from time to time.

Her hair was very long, almost reaching her waist.

I don't know how much time has passed, but the thunder outside has become much quieter. Xie Luo let go of He Yunjiang and yawned: "Does your head still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Let's go to bed then, Jiang Jiang."

"Jiang Jiang?"

He Yunjiang felt a little strange about this name. He curled his eyes, wondering what he was thinking of: "Okay, Xiao Luo."

Xie Luo sat down next to him and was about to get on the bed, but the young man grabbed his hand.

The place he held was not the wrist, and his movements were gentle, which did not cause any discomfort to Xie Luo.

The redness on the wrist still did not go away, but instead became swollen and even turned a little blue.

"Sorry, does it hurt?"

"It didn't hurt that much, um... I feel fine. You don't have to feel guilty. Everyone makes mistakes. And you just had a headache, it was an accident."

"It's all swollen, and you still say it doesn't hurt."

The young man raised his eyes, and there was a hint of emotion in his beautiful eyes that Xie Luo couldn't understand.

He suddenly pulled Xie Luo's hand closer, then lowered his head and kissed her wrist.

It was an extremely gentle kiss, yet also carried a hint of piety.

The young man's action made the atmosphere ambiguous. Xie Luo blinked, not knowing what to do, but inexplicably felt a little stuffy.

Even a little embarrassed.

"what are you doing?"

"I think Brother Liu is so close to Sister Li. They are husband and wife, and it seems that we are also husband and wife."

"It seemed like Sister Li didn't feel any pain after being kissed, so I wondered if I could learn from her."

Li Jiuniang was scalded by the water today. Liu Dazhuang and Li Jiuniang have a good relationship, so naturally they did some intimate things.

But they were kissing each other quietly on the lips, and He Yunjiang was kissing Xie Luo's wrist.

But the effect is similar.

"Ah...ah? Is this also possible?"

"It should be possible...right?"

He Yunjiang was not very sure because he did not strictly follow the methods of Liu Dazhuang and the other person.

He just kissed her once and then wanted to look up at Xie Luo.

Xie Luo's eyes lit up, and he seemed to be somewhat interested in this: "It really doesn't hurt anymore, can you kiss me a few more times, Jiang Jiang?"

"Really?"

He Yunjiang also felt somewhat strange. He held Xie Luo's hand and gave him a few soft kisses.

It was indeed somewhat useful, but that was just a psychological effect. Xie Luo would still be purple the next day.

After He Yunjiang finished kissing him, Xie Luo imitated him and kissed his forehead: "Then I will also kiss the place where you feel pain, do you feel better?"

“It does seem to be helpful.”

He Yunjiang's fingertips fell on his forehead, and the tips of his ears finally turned a little red after this series of actions.

His head didn't hurt anymore, so it would be the same whether he was kissed or not.

But after Xie Luo kissed her, there seemed to be something different.

In the past few days, Xie Luo's hands turned purple as expected.

Li Jiuniang didn't dare to let her work, so she had to sit on a chair these days and watch Li Jiuniang walk in and out.

He Yunjiang went out with Liu Dazhuang early in the morning these days, after all, they had to catch fish early.

The fish here are rarely sold outside. They are only exchanged with several surrounding villages for other food and daily necessities, giving people a feeling of being isolated from the world.

Logically speaking, such a village should not exist, but the fact is that it not only exists, but there are also many people in it.

There are a lot of fish here, and even with simple tools, you can catch a lot of them, so survival is not a problem at all.

He Yunjiang and his friends caught the fish and when they walked to the beach they suddenly saw some beautiful shells.

Liu Dazhuang smiled naively, packed up a few of the shells and wanted to take them back.

"Xiao He, you can also bring some back to Xiao Xie. They all like these. My daughter likes them too."

"Shells?"

"Yes, every time I go back and give it to Jiu Niang, she is so happy, just like my daughter."

"Is that so?"

He Yunjiang picked up some shells thoughtfully, as if he had thought of something, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

That was a smile that came from the heart, not the fake smile mask he wore on his face all year round.

The shells became a little hot in the sun, but they still showed off their colorful brilliance and were indeed suitable for making ornaments.

He Yunjiang clenched the shell in his hand, but his mind was no longer on the shell.