Chapter 1430 If You Don't Leave, I Won't Give up (38)

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The two feel very harmonious.

Yang Zimei's mood became even heavier.

Jiang Ziliang likes Sadako so much, I hope Sadako is all well, and she doesn't have to deal with her in the end.

Yang Zimei turned around in the yard, and finally returned to Xuehu's room.

Snow Lake is actually sleeping again.

In the past, Xuehu, like her, almost didn't need to sleep.

Now sleepy again, which is really worrying.

Xuehu curled up in a ball on the bed, his charred head bare.

Yang Zimei couldn't help but reached out and touched it again.

The scorched water wiped on her palm was not as severe as Xuehu said before, saying that once she touched it, her skin would fester.

She also touched its head in the morning, and the hand was still fine.

Seeing the scorched black water gurgling out of that cute little head, Yang Zimei's heart was sad.

She didn't know if Xuehu would hurt like this.

He never showed it.

It's all festering like this now, and it seems a little unlikely that it doesn't hurt.

Yang Zimei took out the snow lotus ointment she made, put it on her fingers, and gently stroked the charred part of Xuehu's head.

Maybe it was because the snow lotus ointment was cold and comfortable, or maybe it was because she used her vitality to touch, and Xuehu's small wrinkled face, which was asleep, was gradually relieved, and she slept more peacefully.

She also found that the scorched black water that was flowing out seemed to have stopped.

Could this ointment and her vitality be effective?

Yang Zimei was very happy, and continued to inject vitality and ointment on the top of Xuehu's head.

Xuehu suddenly opened his eyes——

When he saw Yang Zimei wiping his head with his fingers, he hurriedly tilted his head and bounced away, startling her.

"Xuehu, come here, don't dodge, I'll heal you."

Yang Zimei called out.

Xuehu stretched out his small paw and touched his head, and found that it was cool. He looked at Yang Zimei's hand nervously, "Girl, hurry up and wash your hands!"

Yang Zimei spread out his palm and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous, nothing at all."

Xuehu stared at her tender white palm, as if she was afraid that in the blink of an eye, charred dirty water would flow out of her hand.

After looking at it for a while, he found that the skin on Yang Zimei's hand had not changed. He slowly sighed in relief, walked in front of her, and naturally jumped into her arms and curled up.

Yang Zimei reached out and touched his head again, and said angrily, "Really, you don't have to worry about it."

"Still worried."

Xuehu's paws touched her palm, "This is the mark left by Thor, not an ordinary scar."

"Maybe I'm special. After you saved Zoutian before, your whole body seemed to be frozen. It was my tears that melted the ice." Yang Zimei said.

"Is there such a thing?"

Xuehu looked up at her, "What is the specific situation, let's hear it."

Yang Zimei told the situation that day.

After Xuehu heard this, he put his little face on Yang Zimei's palm, "So girl, your tears can warm me!"

"So, maybe I can help you heal Thor's injury too. Look, the water doesn't flow anymore."

Yang Zimei took him to the mirror and asked him to look after him.

Xuehu watched it seriously for a while, and joy appeared on his face.

Although it wasn't that good yet, it stopped the troublesome scorched black water flowing out.

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