My delicate husband

Lan Euan discovered that even though he had used so much spiritual spring water for irrigation last time, the water was restored the next day. It seemed that the spiritual spring water in the space was renewable, which was quite good and there was no need to save it.

Lan An calculated the salary very quickly, but writing the pay slip was a hassle for him. He didn't like calligraphy, and although he practiced with Zhang Xiaomo for a while during that period, his handwriting was still too immature and not at all as sharp and vigorous as Zhang Xiaomo's.

It was only after Lan An calculated the labor costs that he realized how expensive it was. The materials for the house cost more than 150 taels in total, and so far the labor costs alone were more than 200 taels.

"Brother Xiaomo, did I calculate wrongly? Why do I have to pay so much?"

"An An, if you need my help, you'll get double the reward."

"Brother Xiaomo, I'm making you something delicious."

"An An doesn't make delicious food for me every day."

"Brother Xiaomo, please."

"An An, you understand me. I want to go even further."

"Brother Xiaomo, you are a scholar, thinking about these things every day is disrespectful to your manners."

"That's because An An doesn't know how attractive she is."

In the end, Lan An signed a series of unequal treaties, and Zhang Xiaomo took only a quarter of an hour to write everyone's pay slips.

"An An, I've finished writing it. You didn't make a mistake."

Zhang Xiaomo also just realized that Lan An paid such high wages. For ordinary families, the main foreman would get 100 wen a day, and the others would get 60 wen at most. Lan An paid 80 to 70 wen a day. He hired almost 50 people in total, and the monthly wages were more than 100 taels.

If Lan An had spent this money two months ago, he might have felt bad about it, but now he felt it was okay. Anyway, he had almost 20,000 taels, so this little bit was not a big deal.

Lan An sorted out all the pay slips, took out a wooden box, took out one or two taels of silver each and put them in it, took out some copper coins, counted the amount, and waited for the next time he returned to the village to pay the wages.

"An An, you have to keep your promise."

"Brother Xiaomo, you're going to have acupuncture the day after tomorrow. I'll help you after the acupuncture."

"Then I'll collect some interest now. An An."

Zhang Xiaomo let Lan An sit on his lap, took out an unused brush, touched the tip of the brush with his fingers, and fortunately it was relatively soft.

"An An, your husband wants to paint on you."

Zhang Xiaomo slightly wet the brush with water, pulled Lan'an's clothes down to her waist, and ran the tip of the brush over Lan'an's collarbone, round shoulders, and RT, and finally landed on her slender waist that could be held in one hand.

"An An, do you feel it? What a beautiful painting."

Lan An trembled under Zhang Xiaomo's pen. It was so shameful that her eyes turned red and she gasped.

Finally, he hid in Zhang Xiaomo's arms and refused to come out. He liked Zhang Xiaomo's control over his body, and he liked the feeling of completely entrusting himself to Zhang Xiaomo.

"An An, don't be shy, you are really beautiful."

Zhang Xiaomo felt the person in his arms sobbing softly, so he quickly hugged the person, kissed Lan'an's back, and couldn't help but bite the soft flesh on Lan'an's neck with his teeth.

"An An, I like it very much. You like it too, right?"

Lan An did not give Zhang Xiaomo an answer, but his body honestly answered Zhang Xiaomo's question.

It is said that scholars in ancient times were the most romantic, and it is true. Fortunately, Zhang Xiaomo belongs to him alone. If Lan An knew that he played such tricks with other people, he would probably go crazy.

"Zhang Xiaomo, have you ever been to a place with fireworks when you were studying?"

"No, but my classmates mentioned it to me."

"Zhang Xiaomo, I'll play with you no matter what you want to play, but you have to know that you are mine, and only mine."

Lan An nestled in Zhang Xiaomo's arms and bit his collarbone angrily, this time on the left side.

The fifth acupuncture treatment finally came. Although I knew it was similar to the fourth one, it was still necessary to be nervous. Every time Zhang Xiaomo had acupuncture, Lan Euan was in a lot of trouble.

Doctor Zhu quickly inserted the needle, and Zhang Xiaomo's face turned visibly pale. Lan An's heart ached when he saw this. This time, Zhang Xiaomo felt the pain from the very beginning.

Zhang Xiaomo was in so much pain that beads of sweat were visible on his forehead. Lan An didn't dare to wipe them off and could only watch. Zhang Xiaomo moaned in pain. Lan An could only hold Zhang Xiaomo's hand tighter, hoping to comfort him.

In order to make Lan'an feel at ease, Zhang Xiaomo felt the sweat on Lan'an's palms, but it was too painful and he couldn't comfort Lan'an. He tried his best not to bite his lips.

Lan An was afraid that Zhang Xiaomo would bite his lips, so he put the soft flesh of his palm into Zhang Xiaomo's mouth.

"Brother Xiaomo, bite me if it hurts."

No matter how much pain Zhang Xiaomo felt, he couldn't bear to bite Lan'an. He gently kissed Lan'an's palm with his lips. He also wrote on Lan'an's palm with his slender fingers. Lan'an concentrated on feeling the words written by Zhang Xiaomo.

The first word, An

The second word, An

Zhang Xiaomo likes to call Lan'an like this recently, especially when she is acting coquettishly.

The third word is me

Lan Euan thought the fourth word was painful, but he found out it wasn't.

He carefully felt every stroke of Zhang Xiaomo's writing. He wrote slowly, each stroke heavily and seriously. Lan An knew what the fourth word was: love.

The fifth word, An

The sixth word, An

Lan Yan's eyes were moist. Zhang Xiaomo had told him many times that she liked him and always said that he was a good person. This was the first time that Zhang Xiaomo told him so seriously that she loved him.

Soon the time was up and the needle was removed. Lan An quickly helped Zhang Xiaomo wipe his face clean and gently carried him into the bathtub. This time the reaction was very intense. Not long after entering the bathtub, Zhang Xiaomo began to feel like vomiting. He felt as if all the bones in his body were crushed. Lan An still couldn't hold it back and his eyes were red.

Zhang Xiaomo spat out a few more mouthfuls of blood. Lan An was so scared that his legs went weak. He tried several times to get up and call Doctor Zhu, but he couldn't stand up.

"An An, it's okay, don't be afraid."

"Zhang Xiaomo, please, don't fall asleep."

Lan Euan simply knelt on the ground and called Bai Lu loudly. Bai Lu understood the situation in the washroom immediately and ran out to call Doctor Zhu in.

Doctor Zhu took Zhang Xiaomo's pulse, and a smile appeared on his originally expressionless face.

"Young Master, don't be nervous. Good news! The toxins are being expelled and the blocked tendons and bones are being cleared. With two more acupuncture treatments, you will be 100% completely cured. The next step is to warm up and replenish the deficiencies."

Lan An was very happy to hear this, and asked Bai Lu to give Doctor Zhu an eight-liang reward. When the time came, Lan An changed the water, helped Zhang Xiaomo wash up, and put him directly on the bed.

"Zhang Xiaomo, I love you too. Did you hear me? After two more acupuncture treatments, it will be 100% cured."

Lan An was crying so hard that he could hardly speak. He felt as if the whole world had brightened up, and his heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled down.

"An An, I know. Okay, stop crying. Your husband is heartbroken, you little crybaby."