The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

He could not forget the scene when two people were eating a bowl of rice together and laughing and playing together.

Xiyue led Wei Zixi to a valley quickly.

Although there is no spiritual power, the air is fresh, and there are many useful herbs next to the mountain stream.

Xi Yue What kind of person is that, he is familiar with herbs more than food, but just a half hour, he picked a big basket.

Wei Zixi followed Xi Yue, peeking at him curiously from time to time, his eyes full of curiosity.

Xiyue didn't take care of his small movements. After processing the mashed herbs by the stream, he waved to him: "Come here."

Wei Zixi was startled, hesitated for a moment, and slowly walked to Xi Yue.

Xiyue grabbed his arm and pulled him to sit beside him.

The little boy's body is very thin and skinny, and the skin on his face is sallow because of the perennial malnutrition, covering up the original delicate and beautiful facial features.

In particular, there were countless scars on his body, staggered stripes, bruises and swelling, and pus.

Xi Yue raised his sleeves, took the stream to clean his wounds, and applied the herbs carefully.

Washing the wound with cold water is of course extremely painful. Wei Zixi's tiny body kept trembling, and his face was full of fright.

He thought it was his sister who tortured him again, and his body shrank back.

Xi Yue patted his small head and said, "Don't move, it will be fine after a while."

After this sentence was finished, Wei Zixi suddenly discovered that the original itchy and burning wound on his arm felt a burst of coolness, although it was still a bit painful, but it was very comfortable.

Wei Zixi widened his eyes in surprise and looked at Xi Yue in disbelief.

Instead of ignoring him, Xiyue took off his clothes and treated all the horrible wounds.

Wei Zixi blushed, letting Xi Yue fool around the whole time, but his eyes, which were always bleak, now transmitted a bright light.

The wound on his body hurts every day, like hell suffering.

But after being cleaned and applied by Wei Zihan today, he felt uncomfortable.

Wei Zixi finally couldn't help but yell softly: "Sister."

Xi Yue ignored him and continued to deal with wounds and herbs.

Wei Zixi couldn't help but called again, "Sister."

The little boy's thin waxy face had a little blush, and his eyes were extremely cute.

Moreover, Xiyue realized at this time that the little guy's eyes were very beautiful peach blossom eyes. Gu Panshenghui was so dazzling that if he grew up, he must be a beautiful man who reversed sentient beings.

And this little guy is really easy to be satisfied, but he is just happy to be treated with a wound.

However, it is impossible for him to control Wei Zihan's body anytime and anywhere. If he suddenly changes back to bullying Wei Zihan, will he be more sad from hope to disappointment?

Thinking of this, Xiyue suddenly said righteously: "I am not your sister."

Wei Zixi froze for a moment, then wondered: "You are obviously my sister!"

Xi Yue picked up the clothes next to her and put them on awkwardly-she didn't have much control over the little girl's body.

Only then said softly: "You can also treat me as a sister, but I am not Wei Zihan."

Wei Zixi was even more puzzled and tilted her small head with some confusion.

Xi Yue pondered for a moment before smiling: "My name is Xi Yue, you can call me sister Xi Yue."