The butler's index finger touched the inside of the belt, and his thumb hooked the buckle casually.
With a click, the belt buckle came loose.
Wen Qing reflexively covered her belt and pants, and immediately said, "Give me the medicine, and I will apply it myself."
The butler still didn't let go of his hand, letting Wen lightly press the belt and fight with him.
He lowered his eyes, leaned over to look at Wen's slightly red eyes, and said slowly, "You can't see the wound."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and said directly, "I can see it."
Hearing this, the butler let go of his hand and asked him, "Can you sit up now?"
"Of course..." Wen Qing put her hands on the bed and tried to sit up. Just as she exerted force on her waist, a burst of soreness surged up.
Not only his waist, but also his arms and back were sore to varying degrees.
Wen Qing had no choice but to swallow the word "yes".
His back was not five centimeters away from the sheet, and he lay back down again.
The housekeeper looked at him quietly: "The amount of time you have spent riding and walking today far exceeds your usual amount of exercise."
Wen pursed his lips lightly. He didn't feel much in his body before. After lying down for a while, his body relaxed and he felt sore everywhere.
He said slowly to the housekeeper, "You help me up."
The housekeeper picked up a pillow and put it behind his waist, making Wen Qing sit more comfortably.
The soreness in the waist relieved a lot, Wen Qing felt that she was doing well again, and said to the housekeeper, "I can apply the medicine myself now."
The steward asked: "Can you bend over now?"
Wen Qing tried to lower her head, bent over slowly, almost crying from the pain.
The housekeeper helped him up and said slowly, "Madam, you don't need to be shy."
"I've seen everything on you."
Wen Qing: "???"
He raised his eyes suddenly and looked at the butler in disbelief: "When did you see it?"
The housekeeper's eyes flashed blue, and instead of answering the question, he said, "If you don't take the medicine today, the wound will become more serious tomorrow, which will affect your actions."
Wen Qing stared at him for a while, closed her eyes, and thought to herself that this is a robot.
This is just a medicine tool.
This is just a medicine application tool covered in human skin.
...
After making mental preparations for a while, Wen Qing slowly let go of her hand and said to the housekeeper, "Hurry up."
"yes."
The butler responded, untied his belt and took off his pants with downcast eyes.
Only a white lace shirt was left on Wen Qing's body, the hem barely covered the important parts, and her white legs were exposed.
The butler stared at his legs.
Wen Qing's legs are white and thin, without any body hair, and they have a delicate luster under the light of the bedroom.
Wen Qing didn't notice the housekeeper's gaze, but felt that her legs were chilly, a little unaccustomed, and couldn't help pulling down her clothes.
Little did he know that this half-covering and half-revealing movement was more astringent than him doing nothing.
The butler lowered his eyes, hiding the blue light in his eyes, and said flatly, "Ma'am, keep your legs apart."
"I can't see the wound."
Wen pursed his lips lightly, and parted them a little.
He turned his head and tried his best to ignore the butler's eyes. Although he knew that he was looking at the wound, Wen Qing's cheeks couldn't help but heat up.
The butler closed his eyes half-closed, staring at the wound and said slowly: "The root of your leg is already red, and the area near the perineum is too tender, and the skin is a little broken..."
There was no emotional ups and downs in his tone, and Wen Qing's cheeks became hotter when he heard it, and he couldn't help but say, "Hurry up and apply the medicine for me."
"Don't say such things."
The butler took out the medicine box from the cabinet beside him, picked out a jar of ointment, and said calmly, "I thought you would want to hear it."
Wen Qing blurted out: "Why would I want to hear this!"
The butler opened the lid of the ointment, and with a little ointment on his fingertips, he said to him, "Don't you want to know about your injury?"
Wen Qing blushed, and said dryly: "I can feel it, you don't need to say it."
Smelling the faint medicinal smell of the ointment, he urged, "Apply it quickly."
"yes."
The butler responded, got up on the bed, and half-kneeled in front of Wen Qing.
Looking at the butler's black hair, Wen Qing couldn't help but tugged at the bed sheet at hand.
The housekeeper flexed his fingers, and gently pressed his fingertips on the warm and slightly red skin.
The butler's fingers were slightly cold, and when they suddenly touched the wound, Wen Qing couldn't help hissing.
In the next second, he felt the butler's movements pause, and then the coolness on his fingertips disappeared, replaced by a touch of warmth.
The butler lowered his eyes, and daubed the skin with his fingertips in circular motions.
The paste quickly turned into water, and it glowed with a lustrous luster under the dim light.
Wen Qing's body was glowing with vague heat, the more wounds were covered with medicine, the higher Wen Qing's body temperature would be.
With the coveted body temperature, the butler's movements of applying the medicine became slower and slower.
Wen Qing didn't think there was anything wrong at first, but when the housekeeper smeared it on the broken skin with his warm fingers, he couldn't help but let out a low snort.
The wound was a little comfortable because it was smeared, but it was a little painful because it was touched.
Pain and comfort are intertwined, and there is an indescribable feeling.
Wen pursed his lips lightly, and gripped the bed sheet even harder.
Suddenly, the housekeeper leaned forward.
He leaned in front of the wound and breathed lightly at Xiao Wen.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and her voice trembled a little: "Don't get so close..."
Butler: "Apply medicine for you."
He knelt in front of Wen Qing, looking down at the scenery in front of him.
The thin white cloth can't hide anything at all, and the faint pink underneath can be vaguely seen.
As soon as the butler spoke, Wen Qing felt his breath more clearly.
"You, why do you, a robot, breathe?"
The butler asked back, "Why isn't the robot breathing?"
Wen Qing opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer this question, so he could only say, "Hurry up and apply the medicine."
The butler slowly opened his mouth, and said, "There is still a serious injury, and more medicine needs to be applied."
Wen Qing tried her best to ignore his breath, and responded with a low voice.
The butler was applying the wound, he slowed down, and the moment he finished applying the medicine, he brushed the side of his finger carelessly over Xiaowen.
"Well… "
Wen Qing opened her eyes wide, looking at the butler's expressionless face.
This, this should not be intentional...
Wen Qing took a deep breath, suppressed the impulse in her body, and bent her legs: "Have you finished painting?"
Butler: "Yes."
Wen Qing hurriedly went to get her pants, but the next second, the housekeeper held her hand down: "We need to wait for the medicine to be absorbed."
Wen Qing paused, went to get the quilt, but was held down by the housekeeper again.
The housekeeper said lightly: "You need to blow and ventilate, so that your wound will heal faster."
Wen Qing had no choice but to maintain the current position and lie on the bed.
He raised his eyes to look at the butler, who had already retreated to the side of the bed with lowered eyebrows.
Wen Qing couldn't see his eyes, and always suspected that the butler's eyes were on her.
After hesitating for a moment, he said, "You can go out now, I want to sleep."
The steward replied: "Yes."
...
Wen Qing lay on the bed for a while, with varying degrees of soreness all over her body, and it was difficult to fall asleep.
He turned over with difficulty, feeling thirsty again.
Wen Qing didn't want to call the housekeeper, after a while, she was still thirsty, so she slowly climbed out of bed and walked to the table to drink water.
After drinking two large glasses of water, Wen Qing glanced at the mirror in front of her eyes, feeling something was wrong.
He put down his teacup and walked slowly to the mirror.
The self in the mirror is not only taller, but also looks a little changed.
The outline of the facial features seems to have opened up and grown up a bit, and it has a lot of heroism, so it won't be misunderstood as a girl's appearance.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and she raised her hand to touch her face.
The self in the mirror raised his hand to touch his face.
Wen lightly pursed his lips, lowered his eyes, and turned to walk towards the bed.
He took two steps and turned back to look in the mirror.
The person in the mirror still maintained the standing posture just now, facing Wen Qing, looking at his ass with a smile.
Wen Qing paused, turned around, and stared at the man in the mirror who looked similar to her.
Sure enough, the abnormality of these two days was not an illusion.
There is something wrong with this mirror.
Wen Qing looked at the person in the mirror.
Wen Qing didn't speak, and neither did he.
Wen Qing didn't know if he couldn't speak or didn't speak.
After a while, he tentatively asked, "Why do you look like this?"
The man in the mirror blinked, raised the corners of his lips, and looked at Wen Qing with a smile: "Isn't this what you want to grow up to be?"
"Taller, handsomer, bigger."
Wen Qing was startled, not because the person in the mirror could speak, the voice of this thing was similar to his own, and more mature.
He didn't think about what the other party was referring to at all.
Wen Qing looked up at him, and asked hesitantly, "What's your name?"
"Or what should I call you?"
The man raised his eyebrows slightly, and said to him, "What do you want my name to be, Qingqing?"
"Would you like to name me?"
"Wen Meng?"
Wen Qing was taken aback: "How do you know that Wen Meng..."
Man: "I know everything."
Wen Qing stared at him, wondering if he knew everything... Could it be the mirror spirit in the novel
He is really not used to this mirror using his former name.
After hesitating for a while, Wen Qing looked at the light reflected from the mirror and asked, "Then can I call you Wen Jing?"
"A mirror of mirrors."
The man blinked and smiled lightly, "Okay."
"You can call me whatever you want."
"You can call me Wen Jing, or you can call me brother," Wen Jing paused, and said with a half-smile, "You can also call me husband."