By the time it was over, it was already approaching dusk. After Jing Ling packed up the medical kit, she went to find Wen Momo.
When Wen Momo saw him coming, she stood up involuntarily and scratched her neck.
But Jing Ling grabbed her hand and looked down at the red finger marks on her neck, "Bitten by an insect?"
Wen Momo didn't take it seriously and just nodded casually: "It seems so."
After returning to the inn, Jing Ling asked the waiter to open an extra room, which happened to be next to his.
In fact, according to the relationship between Jing Ling and Wen Momo, even if they really sleep in the same room, others will not say anything, but Jing Ling is not willing to bully Wen Momo on this matter. He was very traditional at heart, and it seemed that as long as Wen Momo hadn't married him, he couldn't let her reputation be humiliated in the slightest, even if that person was himself.
Jing Ling helped Wen Momo carry her backpack and returned to her room. Seeing that Wen Momo was still reaching out to scratch her neck, she raised her eyes and glanced at her. Wen Mo was so fierce by his tepid look that she didn't dare to move. He moved, but pouted a little aggrievedly and said, "I... itchy..."
However, Wen Momo didn't know that Jing Ling couldn't help his Adam's apple clenching when he heard her words that were full of confusion and grievance. He didn't look at Wen Momo. Instead, his expression became cold. He opened the medicine box and found He took out a small bottle of ointment and deliberately kept his voice cold, for fear that Wen Momo would hear something was wrong, "Sit down and I will help you apply the ointment."
Wen Momo didn't dare to be disobedient, so she sat down on the couch obediently and tried her best to clasp her two little hands tightly, fearing that she would scratch her neck again.
But the next moment, Jing Ling put a hand on her slender shoulder, half-bent down, lowered his head, and gently and carefully applied medicine to her neck.
Wen Momo lowered her eyelashes slightly and saw Brother Jingling's beautiful hand with clear joints. It was this slender hand that made the girls today admire them endlessly.
Brother Jing Ling's fingertips were stained with green plaster, and he applied it on her collarbone skin, turning it into a light and transparent white, a bit moist. Under the gentle rubbing of Jing Ling's warm fingertips, strands of mint were refreshing. Faint.
Wen Momo suddenly didn't feel itchy at all and felt very comfortable.
"Have you been bitten by insects elsewhere?" Jing Ling asked in a slightly uncomfortable tone.
"No more." Wen Momo shook her head and said.
Jing Ling stared at her fair and rosy skin for a while, her throat rolled, she said a deep "hmm" and stood up to leave.
Seeing this, Wen Momo wanted to follow her out, but Jing Ling glanced at her neck, which was still red, but was afraid that such an attractive little Momo would be seen by others, so she said in a deep voice: "You Rest in the room and I will bring you food."
Wen Momo originally wanted to say that she didn't need to rest, but seeing the unquestionable look in Brother Jingling's eyes, she had no choice but to sit back and wait for him.
Not long after, Jing Ling came in with food.
They were all Wen Momo's favorite foods. I think Jing Ling had specially asked the inn to prepare her favorite foods, so Wen Momo was not vague at all.
Wen Momo saw all this, and her heart felt even sweeter.
Jing Ling came here specially to have a meal with her, and only after Wen Momo had eaten and drank enough did she plan to go back to her room.
But Wen Momo couldn't bear to let him leave so quickly. As soon as she saw Jing Ling getting up, she couldn't help but call "Brother...",
(End of chapter)