Xiao Ming’s intention

Wen Qingwan raised her eyebrows as she looked at the soup that was a bit eye-catching. She stared at Ning Shuang'er closely and said, "Shuang'er, what kind of medicine are you selling in your gourd? Why are you making soup for me if you have nothing to do?"

"Auntie, why do you miss me so much? Don't I want your skin to get better?"

Ning Shuang'er sat down next to Wen Qingwan, holding her arm, and the courage in front of her was constantly squeezing and shaking.

Qiong pointed her finger at Ning Shuang'er's forehead. Wen Qingwan leaned over to the soup bowl, smelled it, and said softly: "You still have some filial piety, my aunt's love for you is not in vain."

"That's it, auntie, you are my only relative in the world. If I don't treat you well, I will treat you well."

Ning Shuang'er stuck out her tongue, then picked up a spoonful with a spoon and blew on it, then moved it to Wen Qingwan's mouth: "Auntie, try it and see how it tastes."

Wen Qingwan took a sip: "Not bad, what did you add?"

A flash of panic flashed in Ning Shuang'er's eyes, and she pretended to be calm and said: "Dried peach petals and some herbs that can keep the skin moist and elastic, and rose essence is added to enhance the flavor."

Wen Qingwan nodded lightly, took out a small bowl from Najie, poured a bowl for Ning Shuang'er, and said, "You can try it too."

"Ah... I don't need it, I just ate it..." Ning Shuang'er declined.

"You shouldn't have put anything else, right?" Wen Qingwan said with a bit of suspicion.

"How is that possible? I just can't eat it anymore, but my aunt asked me to eat it, so I'll eat some more."

After saying that, Ning Shuang'er took the small bowl and started to take small sips.

The little doctor fairy said that this is a chronic disease, and if you finish it yourself, you don’t have to go to her place to take the antidote.

After eating, Ning Shuang'er took out her handkerchief and wiped her mouth, then said, "Auntie, eat slowly, I'm going back."

"Um."

…

In the little doctor fairy's room.

"What? There's no antidote?" Ning Shuang'er was slightly surprised.

"This is a mood-stimulating drug. It is colorless and odorless. Strictly speaking, it is a drug for treating depression. Why, you took it too?" The little doctor fairy looked at Ning Shuang'er teasingly.

Ning Shuang'er nodded.

"It's okay. If you don't have a sweetheart, this lovesickness flower will be of no use to you. It won't arouse you."

"Then...what if there is?"

"Uh... I'm still young and don't understand."

...

"Mr. Chen, my aunt wants to see you for something. She is in the innermost room on the left side of the fifth floor."

"What's up?"

"Maybe we have encountered a bottleneck in cultivation and need to solve it."

"Then why are you on the fifth floor?"

"You'll find out when you go."

...

In the room, Wen Qingwan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. Just now, Shuang'er came over and told herself that the landlord wanted to meet her on the fifth floor.

Say you have something to say.

Although Wen Qingwan most likely guessed that she had something to do with her, wondering why she had to be on the fifth floor made her think wildly again.

After staying like this for half an hour, Wen Qingwan changed her clothes and dressed up a little, then left the room and walked towards the fifth floor.

...

In the innermost room on the left side of the fifth floor, Chen Mo got informed by Ning Shuang'er and came without much hesitation. As soon as he entered the room, he saw the table in the middle of the room filled with food and wine.

Incense is still burning in the room, and the decoration inside is slightly interesting...

What the hell?

Wen Qingwan is not here either.

Chen Mo sat down at the table, poured himself a bowl of wine, and drank by himself.

...

Wen Qingwan came to the door of the room Shuang'er mentioned. After taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door. After getting a response from inside, she opened the door and walked in.

As soon as you enter the room, you can smell the faint smell of alcohol and a little incense, which is the fragrance of purple heart orchids.

This is her favorite floral scent.

Why does this room also have it?

And the decoration of this room.

Chen Mo was drinking wine.

Could it be...

Wen Qingwan's cheeks became inexplicably hot, and there was an emotion in her heart that seemed to burst out suddenly. She crossed her legs and walked over.

"You came."

When Chen Mo heard the footsteps, he raised his eyes and looked over, and was stunned for a moment.

Wen Qingwan's rare dress, her long black satin-like hair is combed into a soft bun, two strands of hair are attached to both sides of her cheeks, her complexion is as white as mutton-fat jade, and her rosy little mouth is dotted with rouge under her nose.

, and also wore two bright white jade earrings, which swayed gently with the lotus steps. Coupled with her impeccable appearance, it is no exaggeration to describe her as beautiful and fragrant.

Seeing the stunned look in the other person's eyes, Wen Qingwan felt inexplicably even more panicked. Even her body felt slightly hot. She felt that her suspicion might be true.

In his mind, he remembered what Shuang'er told him about the time when Chen Mo was looking at his body while he was recovering from his injuries.

"Master." Wen Qingwan called softly.

Chen Mo didn't notice anything strange about Wen Qingwan. It was obvious that he was invited by the other party, but he said first: "Please sit down."

Wen Qingwan sat down on Chen Mo's right side, looking at a table of food and wine, her lips moved slightly, but she didn't say anything.

Seeing Wen Qingwan's blushing and hesitant look, Chen Mo guessed that it might not be about cultivation, but something embarrassing to ask of him, so he poured Wen Qingwan a glass of wine with a smile and said with a smile:

"You can say whatever you want, no need to hide it. There is nothing that cannot be said about the relationship between the two of us."

As soon as he finished speaking, it was as if the whole world had become quiet.

When Wen Qingwan heard this, she immediately realized that she was wrong. She thought that Chen Mo was a different kind of confession, asking her to express her opinion about him. She quickly lowered her head and said in a low voice: "Master, you...you

Very nice people.”

"Um?".

"He is handsome, gentle, and powerful. He can make elixirs, and most importantly, he loves women. The only drawback is that he is a bit lustful..."

Chen Mo listened with a confused look on his face, wondering what Wen Qingwan was going to say, but his face stiffened slightly when he heard the last sentence.

Is it that obvious?

"But I'm very satisfied. Men like me only exist in the mouths of storytellers, but I didn't expect that I would actually meet him, and it happened so suddenly..."

Wen Qingwan said softly, and inexplicably sat a little closer to Chen Mo, pressing against him closely.

Chen Mo: "..."

"Qingwan, what exactly are you going to say?"

"Isn't what I want to say also what you want to say?" Wen Qingwan naturally rested her head on Chen Mo's shoulder and raised her eyes to look at Chen Mo.

"Um?"

Chen Mo did have the intention to accept Wen Qingwan as his woman, but the other party saw it before he even took action?

"You know all this."

Chen Mo touched his nose with some embarrassment, his soft hair stuck to his cheek, and a faint fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose, feeling a little distracted.

He raised his arms and put his arms around Wen Qingwan's shoulders, and said softly: "Qingwan, do you mean you like me too?"

Wen Qingwanyu curled up a strand of hair hanging by her ears, blushing and nodded gently.
Chapter completed!