why are you mad
Xiaoba was stunned by this question.
She subconsciously looked at Yan Qing, but she saw a deep silence in his eyes.
His eyes were relatively light in color, and seemed to be covered with a thin layer of moonlight at this time, like the moon immersed in a cold pool, cold and bright, but unpredictable.
He always had no expression, but at this moment, just looking at each other like this, she suddenly seemed to be burned by something.
"Because, because you lied to me!"
She subconsciously avoided Yan Qing's gaze and spoke quickly and hastily.
Yan Qing thought that this was not the answer he wanted to hear.
So he said calmly:
"Lin Zhifei was injured and unconscious. He was in critical condition. It was difficult for me to speak at that time. What's more -"
He paused,
"This is not the first time such an injury has occurred. It has been like this before. Therefore, I did not conceal it on purpose, let alone lie to you."
What he said made Xiaoba feel even more complicated.
She didn't know Yan Qing very well before, so how could she know that he was injured and not tell her
What's more, she had just been impulsive and ran in to question him. In the end, she even forgot to see which right hand he used for sword practice.
The original arrogance suddenly disappeared without a trace.
She stared at the ground and coughed slightly.
"Oh, that's how it is"
Then she ran over like this, it was really...
"So, how is your injury now?"
After holding it in for a long time, she finally asked.
"If nothing happens, I'll leave first—"
"Nothing, just a little injury."
Yan Qing answered calmly.
Originally, Xiaoba really planned to leave, but when he heard this, he suddenly remembered Jian Fengchi's words.
How could it be a minor injury
Her eyes fell on his shoulder.
Then, she took a deep breath and said:
"Then let me see."
Yan Qing was stunned and quickly understood what she meant.
He hesitated for a moment and shook his head:
"No need. Compared with Lin Zhifei's injury, it's really nothing."
"Lin Zhifei is Lin Zhifei, you are you!"
What's more, what's the comparison to being injured
When Xiaoba saw his disinterested look, he became very angry.
She grabbed Yan Qing's right arm, dragged him into the room, and pressed him into a chair.
The lights were on in the house, and there were shadows.
Then, she stood in front of him with her arms folded and said:
"Take it off!"
Xiaoba swore that when she said this sentence, she really didn't have the slightest thought.
However, sometimes things don't develop in the direction you expect.
Just like this time.
The weather was cool, and the clothes Yan Qing wore were light and thin. When he moved, she could even see the ripples of his muscles under his clothes.
Probably because his left hand was inconvenient, he placed the sword on the table. After a moment of silence, he began to unbuckle it with his right hand.
He tilted his head slightly and started from the top one.
The dim and warm light outlined his handsome and cold profile, with a high nose and smooth jaw.
The raised Adam's apple, for some reason at this time, was particularly conspicuous.
Xiaoba stared at it, and an idea suddenly came to his mind: I wonder how it feels to the touch.
She woke up quickly.
crazy!
She actually has such thoughts!
But soon, her attention was taken away again - Yan Qing had already unbuttoned the first button and started to unbutton the second one.
He tilted his head, and a collarbone could be seen under the slightly loose collar.
Thin and straight, the body under the clothes seems to contain vigorous power.
Then, she thought, are men’s collarbones so beautiful
Yan Qing didn't seem to notice her expression at this time.
Click.
A small voice came.
Xiaoba was stunned for a moment, and then saw Yan Qing untying the jade belt around her waist.
Then, the jade belt was placed on the table—under her nose.
She took a look and suddenly remembered the scene that night when she stretched out her finger to hook the jade belt.
Her face instantly heated up.
Yan Qing asked:
"Is it okay?"
She was startled and subconsciously raised her eyes.
Yan Qing was wearing a black blouse. Even though it was loose, it seemed that his thin waist could still be vaguely seen.
The position of the left shoulder is indeed somewhat different.
I think it's because of the bandage
She said:
"No, I want to see your wound. How do you look at it like this?"
Yan Qing paused and finally took off his inner clothes again.
The night breeze blows gently, the moonlight melts, and the shadows of the trees dance.
Under the light, a thin but strong body came into her eyes.
Normally, he looks thin, but when he took off his clothes now, people noticed that the strength contained under those tough and beautiful muscles should not be underestimated.
Xiaoba was startled for a moment, and then saw the gauze wrapped around his left shoulder.
It was also stained with blood.
She frowned and walked forward again.
"The wound is open and bleeding again?"
She asked, and then said very firmly:
"It must be caused by your sword practice just now."
Although it was not one sided, it was normal for him to arouse Qi and blood when he practiced swordplay, causing the injury to worsen.
Yan Qing glanced at it and didn't seem to care much.
"Maybe."
Xiaoba glared at him.
"You said it was okay just now? What do you mean now!?"
She reached out to untie his gauze, intending to help with the bandage again.
She was angry again.
But soon, the anger dissipated.
A wound that was deep enough to see the bone spanned his entire left shoulder and spread all the way to the edge of his chest.
Even though he had been on medicine, it was still shocking.
Xiaoba had expected it before, but the moment he actually saw it, his heart still trembled.
Such an injury
If it was any worse, his entire arm would be cut off, or his heart would be penetrated.
He actually endured it like this
If it weren't for Jian Fengchi, no one would know that he suffered such injuries and experienced such pain and suffering.
Xiaoba pursed his lips and felt that his chest was extremely tight.
It seems like he wants to get angry, but has nowhere to vent his anger.
Deep in my heart, I felt sour and swollen, and I couldn't tell what I was feeling.
She didn't say anything, but got up to get hot water and a handkerchief to help him wipe away the blood that seeped out.
Her movements were very gentle, and no one spoke in the room, so it was very quiet.
After a while, Yan Qing turned to look at her, only to see her eyes lowered, her thick and curled eyelashes trembling slightly, like a butterfly about to take flight.
He actually wanted to see her expression at this time.
But she seemed very attentive. After wiping, she started applying medicine again.
When the powder fell on the bloody wound, his body tensed for a moment and his muscles twitched slightly.
This movement was very subtle, but Xiaoba could see it clearly.
She paused briefly and moved more carefully.
The two sat very close to each other.
When she applied the medicine, her warm breath fell on his body, and her delicate and soft hands scratched his skin from time to time.
In addition to the pain, there was an itch that gradually spread.
Yan Qing suddenly regretted it.
Here comes the problem.
Who is coveting whom
(End of chapter)