Comprehensive film and television: male god's favorite

Chapter 784 Su Wuming 83

Chu Hua took out her phone and typed "scented sachet making tutorial" into the search engine. She was dazzled by the variety of tutorials. She carefully studied a relatively simple tutorial and started to make it.

She sewed very carefully, stitch by stitch, and before she knew it, it was late at night. Her fingers were pricked by the needle several times and were aching slightly.

In the end, she stayed up all night and barely managed to sew a not-so-delicate sachet.

It was dim in the daylight. Chu Hua had dark circles under her eyes. She rubbed her sore shoulders and held a crooked sachet with rough stitching in her hand.

She looked at the exquisite sachet tutorial on the phone screen and felt like crying, "This is so different! This is not a sachet, it's clearly a hidden weapon!"

Chu Hua sighed deeply at the horrible-looking sachet and scarred fingers.

She stretched out ten fingers, which were covered with dense needle holes, like tiny rubies, shining miserably in the morning light.

"Hiss——" She touched it lightly, and the piercing pain made her gasp.

At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door. "Huan'er, are you awake?" Su Wuming's gentle voice came from outside the door.

Chu Hua quickly hid her hands behind her back and replied in a nonchalant manner: "I'm awake! Come in!"

Su Wuming pushed the door open and saw Chu Huan's slightly flustered expression and red and swollen eyes. He asked with concern, "Huan'er, did you not sleep well last night? Why are your eyes so swollen?"

Chu Hua's eyes dodged and she stammered, "Nothing... nothing, I just had a nightmare, it was a bit scary."

Su Wuming walked up to her, looked at her face carefully, and said distressedly: "Huan'er, you don't look well, are you feeling unwell?"

His fingers accidentally touched her hand hidden behind her back, and Chu Hua subconsciously shrank. Su Wuming noticed her strangeness and pulled her hand without saying anything.

"What's going on?!" Su Wuming looked at her hands full of needle holes, with a hint of shock and blame in his tone.

Chu Hua was like a child who had done something wrong. She lowered her head and dared not look at him. She muttered softly, "I...I made a sachet last night..."

"Sachet?" Su Wuming frowned, picked up the "hidden weapon" she had hidden behind her, and examined it carefully. The sachet was crooked, with rough stitching, like a rag sack gnawed by a mouse, which was completely inconsistent with Chu Hua's usual cleverness and delicacy.

"I just... I just want to give you a gift..." Chu Hua's voice became smaller and smaller, almost inaudible.

Su Wuming looked at her aggrieved expression, and all the anger in his heart disappeared, instead he felt an indescribable tenderness. He gently took the sachet, placed it in his palm with great care, and said softly: "Huan'er, thank you, I like it very much."

Chu Hua looked up in surprise, looking at Su Wuming's serious expression, feeling touched and amused. She thought he would laugh at her clumsiness, but she didn't expect him to cherish this ugly sachet so much.

Su Wuming pulled her hand over, blew gently on the needle hole, and said distressedly: "Why are you so careless? Does it hurt?"

Chu Hua looked at his gentle movements, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart. She shook her head and said in a strong voice, "It doesn't hurt, not at all!"

Su Wuming walked quickly to Master Fei Ji's door and started banging on it with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to tear the door panel off.

"Lao Fei! Lao Fei! Open the door!"

From inside the house came Master Fei Ji's impatient muttering: "Who is here so early in the morning to disturb people's sweet dreams? How immoral!"

The door creaked open and Master Fei Ji appeared at the door with sleepy eyes, his hair messy like a bird's nest and a wrinkled robe draped over his body.

Seeing Su Wuming's anxious expression, he yawned and asked lazily: "Su Wuming, what's wrong with you? Are you in a hurry?"

"Master Fei, come on, give me the ointment! The best one!" Su Wuming didn't bother to explain and went straight into Master Fei's room.

Master Fei Ji was frightened by his anxious look, and his sleepiness immediately disappeared.

"What happened? Who's injured? Did Lu Lingfeng get into a fight with someone again?"

"It's not Lu Lingfeng, it's Huan'er! Her hands are full of needle holes and it hurts so much!" Su Wuming was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Upon hearing that Chu Hua was injured, Master Fei Ji did not bother to complain, and hurried back to the house, rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find medicine. He kept muttering, "How could this little girl be so careless? She has such delicate skin and tender flesh, and she must be in so much pain after getting so many needles!"

He found a white jade porcelain bottle and handed it to Su Wuming: "Here, this is my secret jade cream, which is specially used to treat external injuries. It will not hurt after you apply it, and it will not leave scars."

Su Wuming snatched the medicine bottle, said thank you, turned around and walked back.

Back in the room, Su Wuming carefully applied medicine to Chu Hua. He blew gently on her wound and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Chu Hua shook her head, looking at Su Wuming's nervous expression, her heart was filled with sweetness. "It doesn't hurt, it really doesn't hurt."

After applying the medicine, Su Wuming looked at Chu Hua's red and swollen eyes and felt distressed. He gently held her in his arms and said softly, "Huan'er, don't do this again in the future. It hurts me to see you hurt."

Chu Huan snuggled in his arms, feeling his warm embrace, her heart filled with a sense of security. She gently rubbed his chest and said coquettishly, "I know, I won't do it again."

Chu Hua wanted to pull Su Wuming's hand, but as soon as her fingertips touched his sleeve, she suddenly pulled it back and shuddered as if she had been electrocuted.

"Hiss——" A slight gasp escaped from her mouth.

Su Wuming's heart immediately rose to his throat, "What's wrong? Does it hurt again?" His tone was full of self-blame, and he wished he was the one who got hurt.

He carefully held Chu Huan's hand, as if holding a fragile treasure. His eyes fell on the red and swollen fingertips, and his brows were twisted into knots with heartache.

Chu Hua wanted to say it was okay, but the burning pain in her fingertips made it hard for her to speak. She pouted slightly, like a wronged kitten, "It just... hurts a little bit."

Su Wuming's eyes were full of blame, blaming himself and also blaming this damn sachet.

"It's already so swollen, and you're still saying a little bit! Why didn't you say anything just now? Are you stupid?" Although his tone was stern, his movements were extremely gentle. He gently rubbed the area around her wound with his fingertips, as if this could relieve her pain.

Chu Hua was amused by his nervous look, and her original grievance disappeared.

"I was injured because of you. You are so heartless that you don't even feel sorry for me."

Su Wuming solemnly hung the sachet with crude embroidery and eye-catching colors around his waist. The sachet swayed with his movements, like a landmine that could explode at any time.

Chu Hua looked at the sachet and couldn't help but twitch her lips. This thing, rather than being used to ward off evil spirits, was more of an eye-sore.

"Su Wuming, are you...are you sure you want to hang it?" Chu Hua asked tentatively, with a hint of unspeakable disgust in her tone.

Su Wuming looked down at the sachet, then looked up at Chu Huan, his eyes full of seriousness and determination. "Of course, this was made by Huan Er herself, so it means a lot."

Chu Hua's inner thoughts: What the hell is the meaning of this! If this thing is put out there, my reputation will be ruined!

She resisted the urge to tear off the sachet and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying: "As long as you like it..."

Su Wuming looked at Chu Hua's reluctant expression and thought she was shy, which made him feel even happier. He gently touched Chu Hua's head and said softly, "Huan'er, thank you."

Chu Hua's inner thoughts: Thank me? You should thank me for not throwing it out right there!

Su Wuming brought the sachet close to his nose, took a deep breath, and said intoxicatedly: "Hmm, it smells like Huan'er."

Chu Hua almost spat out a mouthful of blood. What the hell! Besides the pungent smell of cheap perfume, what else is there in this sachet? Could it be... that the shower gel has marinated her body? Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a chill. Su Wuming's sense of smell, isn't it a dog's?

"Su Wuming, what you smell...could it be the smell of spices?" Chu Hua asked cautiously, fearing that she would hurt the self-esteem of this Tang Dynasty detective.

Su Wuming shook his head seriously: "No, absolutely not! This smell is fresh and elegant, refreshing, just like... just like the smell of Huan'er."

Chu Hua's inner thoughts: Fresh and elegant? Refreshing? Su Wuming, are you sure we are smelling the same sachet?

"Really? How come I didn't smell it?" Chu Hua tried hard to force an awkward smile, and complained in her heart: Please, can you please stop smelling it!

Su Wuming was afraid that touching Chu Hua's injured hand again would worsen her injury, so he got up and went to the kitchen.

He carefully placed the prepared breakfast on the tray, held it steadily, and walked back to Chu Hua's room cautiously.

Su Wuming brought breakfast back to the room and put it on the low table beside the bed. Chu Hua was fiddling with the tassels on the bedside out of boredom. When she saw him come in, she immediately put on a pitiful expression, stretched out her gauze-wrapped fingers, and called out tenderly, "Su Wuming, my hand hurts..."

Su Wuming hurried over, held her hand as if it were a rare treasure, and blew on it with heartache.

"It still hurts? It's all my fault."

Chu Hua secretly laughed in her heart, but her face looked even more aggrieved: "It's swollen like this, I got injured because of you, you have to compensate me!"

Su Wuming nodded hurriedly: "Okay, okay, whatever compensation you say is fine."

Chu Hua rolled her eyes, pointed at the breakfast on the table and said, "I want you to feed me!"

Su Wuming was stunned for a moment, then his ears turned red. He obediently picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew it gently to cool it down, and brought it to Chu Hua's mouth.

Chu Hua smiled and ate it, not forgetting to tease: "Su Dasima, your service skills need to be improved. This porridge is almost feeding my nose."

Su Wuming was even more embarrassed, frantically adjusting the angle of the spoon, and beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead due to nervousness. Chu Hua looked at his clumsy appearance and couldn't help laughing out loud.