"What's wrong?" Ye Qiqi, who was listening carefully to the man with the mustache, turned around and looked at him with doubtful eyes.
"When did you get your hand injured?" Mo Hanqing frowned slightly, looking deeply at the red mark on her white little hand, and asked in a low voice.
"This?" Ye Qiqi followed his gaze and said nonchalantly: "This was accidentally burned when I was boiling water in the morning. It's okay. I've already applied the medicine and it's not a problem at all." It doesn’t hurt.”
“…”
Mo Hanqing looked up at her face, then at the red and swollen marks on her little hands. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "Where's the medicine?"
"ah?"
"The medicine you put on the wound." Mo Hanqing said again in a cold voice.
"Uh... it's in my sleeve robe." Ye Qiqi was startled for a moment, then reached out and took out a white jade bottle from her sleeve robe. She held the bottle in her other hand and placed it in Mo Hanqing's sleeve. His eyes swayed, and he said in a brisk voice: "This medicine is very useful, just apply it a few times and it will be fine."
Mo Hanqing released his big hand holding her wrist, took the bottle in her hand, opened the cork, smelled it, then nodded and said, "It's really good."
"Right, I'll just say..."
Before Ye Qiqi finished speaking, Mo Hanqing poured some ointment from the bottle and sprinkled it on the back of her hand. Then he re-corked the bottle and gave it back to Ye Qiqi.
"Brother?" Ye Qiqi looked at him with a confused expression.
She has already applied medicine this morning.
"You didn't apply the ointment evenly this morning." Mo Hanqing lowered his head, holding her little hand with one hand, and using his index finger with the other hand to gently dip the ointment on the back of her hand and apply it in circles. She applied it to the injured area. "Most of the redness and swelling here have gone away, but the other side is still swollen."
"This...it's okay..."
Ye Qiqi's eyes watched as his white and slender index finger gently circled the back of her hand. The temperature of his fingertips slowly melted the ointment bit by bit. The ointment gradually melted from semi-solid to liquid. Then a patch of white appeared on her injured area.
His fingertips were on the melted ointment, rubbing it bit by bit.
There was a little itchiness and a little strange feeling on the back of her hand where he had touched her.
Ye Qiqi raised her head and looked at his delicate and elegant face. Because she lowered her head, she couldn't see his expression clearly, but she could feel his gentle and focused eyes looking at the back of her hand. The corners of her lips pursed slightly, and at that moment, her heartbeat skipped a beat for no reason.
After Mo Hanqing carefully re-applied the ointment on the back of her hand, he raised his head, looked at her, and said in a calm voice: "Be careful next time."
"Okay." Ye Qiqi withdrew her hand, but her face turned red involuntarily.
The man with the mustache was still standing on the stone at the entrance of the village, shouting at the top of his voice to the twenty-three people below: "You all remember, the second level of the trial is the secret passage. After entering tonight, You must come out of the secret passage before dawn tomorrow, otherwise, it will be deemed that you have failed the test."
His voice paused, and then he continued to shout: "Now, everyone, follow me, we will set off to the location of the secret passage of the agency now."