"So??" Ye Qiqi raised her eyebrows and looked at him with a speechless expression.
"Ma'am, do me a favor." Mo Hanqing looked at her with a calm expression and shook the medicine in his hand towards her.
“…”
Ye Qiqi took a deep breath, suppressed her desire to beat him again, turned around, took the medicine bottle in his hand, and said with a cold face: "You want me to help you?" You can apply the medicine, but don’t call me ma’am again.”
"Okay." Mo Hanqing agreed readily.
Probably because he agreed too readily, Ye Qiqi raised her head and looked at him with a look of disbelief.
"Why, do you suddenly feel that if I don't call you my wife, you feel a little bit disappointed in your heart?" Mo Hanqing raised the corners of his lips and asked in a low voice.
"Lost your big-headed ghost!" Ye Qiqi rolled his eyes at him, stretched out his hand to pull his collar, and then uncorked the bottle with his other hand. Without even looking at it, he poured a bottle of medicine into the bottle. on him.
"His..."
The moment the powder sprinkled on the wound melted, there was a biting pain.
Mo Hanqing couldn't help but gasp, looked at Ye Qiqi pitifully and said, "Madam... it hurts."
"Didn't I tell you to stop calling me wife!?" Ye Qiqi glared at him and said fiercely.
"Qiqi, it hurts..." Mo Hanqing said to her again without changing his expression and without his heart beating.
"What can I do if it hurts? Do you want me to blow it for you?" Ye Qiqi raised her eyebrows at him and asked casually.
"Yes." Mo Hanqing nodded and looked at her expectantly.
Ye Qiqi looked into his deep eyes and was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised her hand, punched him again on the chest and said, "It seems that those few blows just now were too light."
"Ahem..." Mo Hanqing couldn't help but cough after being beaten by her. He quickly stretched out his hand to hold Ye Qiqi's wrist and said with a serious expression: "Okay, I don't feel pain anymore. It doesn't hurt at all." ”
Ye Qiqi raised her head and looked at him. The expression on his face had returned to its usual cold look, as if the person who smiled playfully with her before was not him at all.
"Sir, do you like Sichuan Opera?"
Ye Qiqi suddenly asked him this question.
"What?" Mo Hanqing lowered his head slightly and looked at her with a trace of confusion in his eyes.
"The face changes so quickly." Ye Qiqi muttered in a low voice, then broke away from his hand and said: "The medicine works very quickly. Your wounds should have started to heal by now, you can continue. Are you moving forward?"
Mo Hanqing stared at her for a long time, then nodded and said, "Okay."
"Let's go then." Ye Qiqi turned around and walked towards the small door at the end of the maze.
However, she had just taken a few steps when she heard a deep voice coming from behind her: "Ye Qiqi."
She turned around and saw Mo Hanqing still standing there without moving.
The dark robe worn on him reflected his tall and straight figure, making Yi Guorong's face look even more handsome and delicate. His deep black eyes looked at her, and the expression on his face was unprecedented. Ever serious: "What I just said to you is true."
"If you still don't want me to call you Niangzi, I will call you Qiqi."