Farming by blowing the lamp: the little girl of the fool's family

Chapter 92
Hearing Yang Jiayin's question, Li Jinyang tilted his head and did not answer. He just kept looking at Yang Jiayin with a strange look in his eyes, which made Yang Jiayin a little puzzled.

"What are you looking at me like that for? I'm asking you something."

Yang Jiayin's eyes flickered twice, she looked away, and walked home with Li Jinyang with her head down.

While tugging on Yang Jiayin's arm, Li Jinyang replied slowly, "It's nothing...just, I'm afraid that Yinyin will leave like this, and I won't see you again from now on, so what can I do by myself."

He actually thought that she would leave him quietly like this when he needed care the most?
So yin and yang!

Yang Jiayin frowned hard, wishing to knock Li Jinyang's head open to see what was going on in his mind all day long? !

This force hurt the wound on his face cut by the thorns, and Yang Jiayin gasped in pain.

What evil is she doing.

Originally, Li Jinyang was injured because of her. Even if she made up her mind to leave, she definitely would not leave at this time.

Is she the kind of ungrateful villain?

Of course not... Otherwise, Yang Jiayin, who has brushed shoulders with death everywhere in the dangerous primeval forest for the past two days, went to the mountains to collect herbs because her brain was kicked by a donkey?

While thinking about it, the anger in Yang Jiayin's heart came up little by little.

But at this time, she was so tired that she was exhausted, and Yang Jiayin didn't even have the energy to argue with him, so she just glanced at him lightly, then shook off his arm, and walked forward first.

Looking at Yang Jiayin's furious back, Li Jinyang stood there inexplicably.

Could it be that he was worried that she would just leave him like this and go away, even if he gently persuaded her to stay, wouldn't that work?

No, Yinyin is angry, and she has to hurry to calm her down.

After entering the house, Yang Jiayin lit the candle, put down the basket, and carefully inspected the treasures in the basket. Seeing that there was no damage, she breathed a sigh of relief and buried them neatly in the sand in the corner of the wall.

Li Jinyang followed closely into the door, and saw Yang Jiayin coming in and out, busy with the few grasses in her hands, and asked in puzzlement, "Yinyin, what kind of grass is this?"

"Grass?"

Yang Jiayin just glared at him, then walked to the kitchen.

Even if you are angry, you can't really let such a patient starve, can you?

Besides, she herself was so hungry that her chest was pressed against her back.

With the light of the candle in Yang Jiayin's hand, Li Jinyang saw that there were several scars on her originally fair face, and the clothes on her body were also tattered. She didn't know what she had experienced.

"Yinyin, what's wrong with your face? Does it hurt? Let me see."

Li Jinyang was distressed for a while, and while taking the candle in Yang Jiayin's hand, he stretched out his hand distressedly to fiddle with the broken hair on her forehead, wanting to see the truth.

While speaking, he gently blew two breaths on the scabbed scar.

"I am fine."

Yang Jiayin lowered her head abruptly.

In the past, even if there was a long and deep wound on her face, she had never been so embarrassed in front of Li Jinyang.

I don't know what's going on today, but with a few shallow scratches on my face, I feel that I can't lift my head up in front of Li Jinyang.

Seeing that Yang Jiayin was so abnormal, Li Jinyang felt even more worried. He stretched out his finger to pick up Yang Jiayin's chin, wanting to take a closer look, and said, "Let me take a look, don't leave any scars."

(End of this chapter)