Chu Yunxi heard the movement and said hoarsely: "Madam, where are you... going?"

"Wash up." Pei Xiaoqing said shyly.

Pei Xiaoqing helped Chu Yunxi wipe his hands and feet, and then checked the wounds on his hands and feet. She felt that the wounds were not very serious, so she served him to change his clothes.

Chu Yunxi sat obediently and let her pose. However, when she took off her clothes, she whispered: "Madam, can I serve you too?"

With a shy expression, there was a hint of expectation and pity.

Pei Xiaoqing felt warm in her heart and said "Yeah". You know, men in this era are definitely the ones who only enjoy themselves. Whether in the bedroom or anywhere, they always open their mouths and clothes, and let their wives serve them. It is rare for Chu Yunxi to say that he wants to serve her. At least he is not macho and will put her on the top of his heart and love her.

As soon as the two of them took off their clothes, Chu Yunxi was about to lie down, the sound of a wooden flute came from outside.

Pei Xiaoqing was shocked and thought to herself that something was wrong, and she was here again.

She put on a coat and walked out of the house. She wanted to see who was playing the wooden flute nearby and always started before the couple's house?

But as soon as she walked to the door, Chu Yunxi on the bed screamed in pain. Pei Xiaoqing's heart tightened. When she turned around and looked at him, she saw Chu Yunxi's eyes began to turn red, the blue veins on her forehead also burst out, and her face began to turn red, like a lion with a wild head.

"Honey husband." Pei Xiaoqing looked sad when he looked at him, and rushed over and hugged him and said.

"Go away..." Her approach made him tremble all over, and he became even more crazy and hit the wall with a palm tightly, clutching the quilt, as if he wanted to wrap himself around with the quilt.

Pei Xiaoqing knew that he was trying his best to control himself from the sound of the flute and was trying his best to fight against the sound of the flute.

The sound of the flute outside became more and more exciting. Chu Yunxi tore the red brocade into pieces with both hands, and his eyes turned red, as if looking for a target to swallow.

Pei Xiaoqing was shocked and hurriedly took a few steps back. Sure enough, when he copied the next time, Chu Yunxi rushed towards her in a difficult situation and reached her neck with both hands.

"You are my eyes, and you will take me to appreciate the changes of the four seasons, because you are my eyes, so that I can see that this world is in front of me..." Pei Xiaoqing quietly sang the song she once sang at the chrysanthemum appreciation conference. She hoped that Chu Yunxi could use her will to fight against the strange flute sound, and hoped to use her singing to awaken his consciousness.

Chu Yunxi's hand stretched out froze in the air, and his red eyes finally slid over a hint of pain, and he stared blankly ahead.

Sure enough, Pei Xiaoming continued to sing, starting from the beginning of the song. Although her clear voice could not cover the sound of the flute outside, it gave Chu Yunxi a hint of clarity. He gradually squatted down, hugged his head and became tired, and his whole body seemed to be sucking, rolling in pain.

After a song, Pei Xiaoqing walked over slowly, held his hand and whispered, "Mr., do you still remember? Where did we meet for the first time? I was so stupid at that time, thinking you were going to jump into the lake and commit suicide."

Chu Yunxi looked at her blankly, as if he was trying hard to recall the past.
Chapter completed!