Cheng Jingrang took away the sword she was holding tightly, took her to the wooden shelf, folded her sleeves, and finally put her hand in the basin.
He lowered his eyes, his slender eyelashes were very thick, and he was very charming when he was serious.
Xu Fengmi's hand was held by him, and he washed away the blood bit by bit.
"Cheng Jingrang." she called.
"Um."
"I am not the original Xu Fengmi."
"I know."
"I come from a strange place, a very far away place."
"Um."
"Cheng Jingrang." She called him again.
"Well, what's the matter?"
Xu Fengmi lowered her eyes and saw that all the blood on her hands had been washed away, revealing her snow-white and clean skin. She asked softly: "Do you like me?"
At this time, Chang Shan came in with another basin of water. After hearing this, his hands shook and he almost spilled the water.
He calmly put the basin down and carried the sewage out of the house.
The door was closed again.
Thunder began to thunder outside, and there was lightning. The rain became even heavier, hitting the roof, the windows, and into Xu Fengmi's heart.
"A little." Cheng Jingrang put her hands into the basin again and washed them again for her.
Xu Fengmi said oh, she looked at their hands and said dullly: "I also like you a little bit."
"Um."
After washing her hands, Cheng Jingrang took a clean handkerchief and wiped the water stains on her hands.
He looked at her bloodstained dress and said calmly: "I'm going to offend you first. I'll ask Chang Shan to tell your maids to buy a set of dresses."
Xu Fengmi hummed.
The two sat down again.
The tea was already cold. Cheng Jingrang boiled the herbal tea again. He filled another cup of tea and pushed it in front of her: "Warm yourself up."
Xu Fengmi was actually not cold. However, she nodded obediently, held the tea in her hands, and sipped it gently.
Cheng Jingrang raised his eyes to look at her, and saw that her eyebrows were cute and her snow-white face was still stained with blood. He frowned slightly, and then he lowered his eyes to her hand holding the tea cup.
Her hands are very beautiful, white, tender, slender, with pointed fingers.
"Changshan." He called again: "A basin of hot water."
A basin of hot water is still steaming.
Cheng Jingrang took a clean and dry handkerchief and dipped it into the water, letting the handkerchief fully absorb the hot water.
Xu Fengmi looked at the wooden house and said, "Do you come here often?"
"Occasionally." He took out the handkerchief and squeezed out the water.
"Then what are you doing here today?"
"I heard you were here."
Cheng Jingrang squeezed the handkerchief dry, folded it up, walked to her, bent over, stretched out his hand to gently pinch her chin, and wiped the blood from her face.
"Once, you pinched my chin. It turned red and hurt." Xu Fengmi cleared up old scores.
When Cheng Jingrang saw that her face had recovered, he turned around and threw the handkerchief into the basin. He turned around and sat down, with a little smile in his eyes: "Well, it's my fault."
Xu Fengmi has not yet reacted to the fact of killing someone for the first time. Her mind is a little empty, and she is almost saying whatever comes to her mind without thinking about her words.
She rested her chin on her hands, lay on the table, and looked at him: "Aren't you curious about my origins at all?"
Cheng Jingrang smiled: "If you want to say something, I am willing to be the listener. If you don't want to say it, I will retreat behind the scenes."
Xu Fengmi smiled with crooked eyebrows: "You like me a little, then will you like me a lot in the future?"