Lao Si’s attack was way too vicious!
Doesn’t he know not to hit the face? Doesn’t he know how much his wife adores his face? Yet he had the nerve to beat him until his nose was blue and his face swollen, so hateful!
Of course, that kid didn’t have it easy either. After all, Third Brother Liang is supposed to be the elder brother, and if he really got beaten by his own younger brother, where would he put his face?
Sitting on the stool and pondering for a long while, he noticed that his lady was sound asleep, her long eyelashes fluttering like little fans. A sense of grievance suddenly welled up in his heart.
He climbed onto the bed slowly, lifted the quilt, and burrowed into his wife’s bedding. He hugged his lady huffily.
He needed more hugs! There was not a single worry-free soul in the house, first it was the eldest brother, then Lao Si, and in the future, probably Shu Yu, Yue Ning, and Yixuan would join in the fray to vie for his lady’s attention. Humph!
Dong Huiying felt uncomfortable being gripped tight and half-awake opened her eyes, only to get a fright!
"What happened to you?" She gently touched the bruise at the corner of his eye, and then the swollen corner of his mouth.
Shujun’s alluring peach blossom eyes suddenly twinkled, "Ying! Lady~~~ Lao Si hit me!!"
Grabbing his lady’s small hand, he pretended to cry a couple of times, "It hurts so much! It hurts here, here, and here, it all hurts so much!"
He made a show of opening his clothes, pulling his lady’s small hand, and with a face full of enjoyment let her feel him up thoroughly.
Can we put a bit of heart into our acting, hmm?
She pulled back her small hand, not in the best of moods, but seeing the look of someone pitiable, she still felt pity for him. "You!" She poked him in the forehead with her fingertip, pressing hard for a moment, but in her tone and words, there was a doting affection that even she herself hadn’t realized.
"Wait here, I’ll go get some ointment for the bruises."
In her room was a large cabinet, hiding quite a few precious things. She took out a small iron box from there, scooped out some white ointment after opening the box, then approached him and seriously applied it to the bruised corners of his eyes and lips, as well as other bruised areas on his body.
"Blow on it for me~~~" he whined endearingly while tugging at her robe.
"Liang Shujun, how old are you?"
"I’m three years old, I’m called Liang Xiaojun!!"
Convinced, truly convinced, this time for real.
She bowed respectfully, cupping one fist in the other, "My husband’s talents tower over me by a mile, this young lady admits her defeat!?"
"Ha..." Shujun laughed joyfully, rolling into a ball with her and eventually pinning her underneath him, kissing her fiercely. He kissed her left cheek and then the right, as if he couldn’t kiss her enough, his eyes full of his fondness for her.
The little lady pushed him, "Get up?"
"Hmm? What’s up?" He feigned confusion, a perplexed look in his eyes, then mischievously pulled his collar open a bit more: "Come on, come on! I promise I won’t move, you can do whatever you want to me! Come on, I’m ready!"
He lay sprawled in the mess of bedclothes that they’d tumbled, stretching out his arms wide and even distractedly shooting her a flirtatious wink.
She raised an eyebrow slightly, "Then close your eyes?"
His eyes lit up; was she about to get creative? "Should I tie my hands as well?"
So this is the real Liang Shujun! She feigned surprise, "You like that?"
He grinned slyly, "It’s all about the spice, the spice."
She too smiled, "Alright, then let’s tie them."
She tied his pale wrists, then blindfolded him with a dark strip, and with a slip, she leapt off the bed and ran faster than a rabbit!