The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Xiao Orange went outside carefully, and while looking for herbs, he hit a rabbit with a stone, and a wild chicken.

Returning with herbs and wild taste, Xiao Orange looked at the sleeping white ink, worried in her eyes, cleaned herbs, turned them into juice with clean stones, fed them into the mouth of white ink with effort, and searched for the tile tank they had snuck out to buy before burning some water, which was why she sat beside her and watched the unconscious white ink.

These days, White ink was good to her, and she knew that it was just the creeps in her heart that made her unconscious to avoid the problem.

She can help White Ink or take care of him, but when he talks about what's going on between them, she finds all sorts of excuses to avoid it.

Though she knew it was bad, she did.

Take a sigh and take the white ink dagger to clean the two as well and burn the fire again, some for stewing soup and some for baking.

When White Mo woke up, he smelled a very fragrant smell, and turned around and saw Xiao Orange was turning over the wild smell on the fire.

Sit up with your body up, white ink's eyebrows tightly wrinkled: "How can you do this? ”

“I'm not that tall princess now, I'm just a normal person. Why can't I do this?” When White Ink hasn't been injured or even traveled together, no matter how difficult the conditions, he won't let her do it, even if it's just a small, tiny favor.

White Mo glanced hard at Xiao Orange: “Whether you're a princess or not, in my heart, you just can't do these things. ”

Xiao Orange Ya was made to cry by the words of White Ink. He glanced at him: “You are hurt now, your body is not well. If I do not do this, what shall we eat? Are you still hungry? ”

She's been doing this for days. She's been saying it every day. She knows it's useless, but she still won't give up. Is that funny?

White ink was choked up by Xiao Orange Ya. She was right, she can't do anything now. Except wait to eat, it seems like nothing really helps.

Feeling his nose, White Ink said with some embarrassment, "Well, after I'm done, you can't do these things. ”

Xiao Orange sighed heavily and said helplessly: "If I want to do it, do you have to give me this chance? ”

She can be sure that he won't let himself do these things as long as he gets hurt and doesn't have to be perfectly good, as long as he can move.

White Mo thought, as if it were the same thing, and didn't get into this at the moment, just looking at Xiao Orange Ya: “Ya, when my wounds are done, we will leave this place. ”

Anyway, this place is not very safe and the environment is too bad for him.

“I'll be fine.” Xiao Orange is very helpless for white ink like this.

Now is the time, and this man still thinks about it.

Like Xiao Orange's idea, Mo glanced at her: “Whenever you want to think about it, you have to think about it. ”

Xiao Orange looked at White Mo, and his obsessive appearance made it clear that he was just saying a word. There was no negotiation on this, only listening to him.

Nodding helplessly, Xiao Orange can only compromise.

The days of the two people in the cave were not really too boring. As long as White Ink didn't sleep, they were all telling Xiao Orange Yao about Ning Mengyao. Although she had heard it many times in the day she had just woken up, she had not experienced the growth of Ning Mengyao. She really didn't tire of hearing it over and over again.

White Mo was happy for Xiao Orange and told her over and over again.

Unconsciously, half a month had passed. White ink was under Xiao Orange's care. It was almost fine. After the injury, White ink was ready to leave with Xiao Orange.

Been away from the crowd for so long, I don't know what's going on out there now, whether those people are still in Miaojiang, or what they've done to Miaojiang.