Qin Haotian gently smelled the jasmine tea in his hand, and a faint and sweet floral fragrance hit his nostrils.
After taking a small sip of tea, a light and elegant fragrance instantly filled the entire mouth, making people feel refreshed.
"Yes, my Qingqing craftsmanship is really skillful."
In response to Qin Haotian's praise, Zi Jing responded with a sweet smile. This is the craftsmanship of the 21st century, okay? She didn't dare to take credit.
Next, in a rare moment of leisure, the two of them chatted about some basic knowledge about scented tea.
"The next day, Qingqing will pick some fresh chrysanthemums, dry them, and make tea for Prince Xing. In this early summer, Prince Xing is often busy with business, so drinking some chrysanthemum tea will relieve the heat and quench thirst, clear the liver and improve eyesight. It has many benefits."
"Okay, okay, everything is up to Qingqing. If Qingqing wants to have this idea someday, I will go with you personally."
Qin Haotian felt very happy about Zi Qing's attentiveness to him.
"Um!"
Seeing Qin Haotian's amiable face, Zi Qing suddenly remembered the bite she had just given him on the shoulder. I wonder if it still hurts now?
"Well, Your Majesty..."
As Zi Qing spoke, she felt a little unsure and pointed at Qin Haotian's left shoulder.
"Is it still hurting there?"
Qin Haotian frowned when Zi Qing still called him prince, but when he saw the annoyed and worried expression on Zi Jing's face, all Qin Haotian's previous grievances and anger disappeared, and his mood became even better.
"You are not allowed to call me Prince, you must call me Haotian."
Qin Haotian's words made Zi Qing stunned for a moment, and she thought to herself: It's just a title, does this man need to be so serious?
"Okay, Haotian." Zi Qing was speechless at her lack of character.
"Then let me see your wound, okay?"
Qin Haotian was about to say it was okay and tell her not to worry, but when he saw Zi Qing walking towards him, he couldn't say anything else.
Zi Qing walked to Qin Haotian and was stunned for a moment. Did she have to untie his clothes to see the wound?
Alas! Regardless of her shyness, Zi Qing's movements were a little unfamiliar.
God knows, this is the first time in her two lives that she has openly undressed a man's clothes. She has never had such an inseparable relationship with brother Xuyu before, okay?
Thinking of this, Zi Qing couldn't help but feel nervous as her heart beat faster, forcing her movements to become more clumsy.
Compared to Zi Qing's nervousness, Qin Haotian seemed to be taking a rest, as if he was watching, as if the person being undressed was not him.
It took a lot of effort to finally untie it. Zi Jing lamented, the clothes of these ancients were too complicated?
What came into view was a horrific purple tooth mark covered with dried blood, deeply sunk into Qin Haotian's strong bronze skin.
"Will this leave scars?" He lowered his head and gently touched his "masterpiece". It was not difficult to hear the self-blame in Zi Jing's words.
Qin Haotian pulled Zi Qing's other delicate hand.
"It doesn't hurt at all, Qingqing, don't worry."
"It doesn't hurt. How could it not hurt?"
She's not a fool, okay? Do you need the comfort of treating her like an idiot?
"Just wait, I'll get the medicine right away."
After saying that, Zi Qing turned around and ran towards the door.
Qin Haotian raised his eyebrows. It seemed that this little guy was really worried about him.
He stood up and grabbed Zi Qing, who had just taken a few steps, and gently held her in his arms.