Wen Jing, who was just a little dazed at first, froze completely this time.
The tip of the nose still has the feeling left by the little girl's light touch, soft and sweet.
Some wet and soft like petals to the touch.
It's going to kill me.
This feeling.
From the numbness of the tip of the nose to the tip of the tail, Wen Jing wanted to swear.
What are you doing? What reward? ! Does this little girl know who she is talking to
Watching Chu Ci open the white porcelain bottle next to him, pour out the medicine powder and sprinkle it on his injured area, Wen Jing's eyelids twitched.
Well, this little girl probably really doesn't know.
The tip of his nose moved slightly, sniffing the wound medicine sprinkled on his paws.
A medium elixir with average quality, a quality he had never used before.
Wen Jing wondered how long it would take for the wound to heal with this elixir.
Then I saw the little girl turned around and took two small wooden boards out of nowhere.
Wen Jing: ...
Seeing the expression in Chu Ci's eyes, Wen Jing subconsciously staggered two steps back and wanted to run, but was grabbed by Chu Ci again.
In the end, the front paws were tied and fixed by the wooden board, and Chu Ci forcibly put something like a bandage on the fire-colored hair ball, which looked a bit nondescript, making it very inconvenient for Wen Jing to walk.
"Squeak." He squeaked in dissatisfaction, and waved the immobilized paw in Chu Ci's direction in dissatisfaction.
The little girl blinked her eyes, raised her hand to touch his head, and commented, "Cute."
Grandpa is a majestic fairy beast, so Grandpa doesn't need to be cute.
Wen Jing looked at Chu Ci's innocent little look, exhaled, and squatted down with a small body, looking at his hand that was forcibly bandaged with a pair of golden red eyes, looking sullen.
"Be honest, there will be a reward." Chu Ci stood up, and pinched his ear again.
Wen Jing didn't bother to care about her, and leaned down with a small body, dodging Chu Ci's hand that wanted to touch him, just lying on the bed like this, watching Chu Ci turn around, raised his hand and started... undressing his clothes .
Wen Jing:? ?
The weather was not cold, and the little girl was wearing thin clothes. Before Wen Jing could react, she had already pulled down most of the dusty pink dress.
The thin and round shoulders have a light pink color, and there are a few scratches on her arms, which are particularly eye-catching on the fair skin.
She leaned slightly sideways, the small and exquisite chest with a subtle arc, impacting Wenjing, an old monster who was single in her mother's womb.
The little girl didn't stop, she took off all the clothes on her body and threw them aside, then took out a light blue dress from the closet next to her and put it on, then she raised her eyes and looked at him.
Her little nose wrinkled slightly, Wen Jing paused, and looked down at the sheet that she lay on, the black paw prints, and the place where his hair rubbed also left a cloud of dust.
Wen Jing: ...
Taking advantage of Wen Jing's lack of reaction, Chu Ci raised his hand to hold Wen Jing down, and slightly tapped the tip of his nose with his fingers, "Little dirty ghost."
There is actually a feeling of being pampered by God.
'Wenjing love value +5, currently 14. '
Wen Jing looked at the little girl's serious expression, thought about the fighting power the little girl had shown before, and thought about the injuries he was suffering now, and finally collapsed on the bed and resigned to his fate.
Well done, do what you want to do.