With this thought, he slowly closed his eyes and rested his mind.
With a "squeak" sound, the door was pushed open.
Murong Ge was carrying a bamboo basket on his back and a pheasant in his hand. Seeing Qi Shujian leaning against the wall "dying", he rushed forward and slapped his face with his dirty little hands: "Shu Jian
, Shujian, don’t die, wake up, Shujian..."
Qi Shujian grabbed her hand and glared at her displeased: "Do you really want me to die that much?"
From the moment she pushed the door open, he already knew she was back, but he didn't open his eyes, but she thought he was dead!
Murong Ge breathed a sigh of relief, "I feel relieved to see you are still alive!"
Qi Shujian smelled a strange smell, and then noticed that there was something dark on her hand. The smell was coming from her hand, and he pushed her hand away: "What did you touch with your hand?"
Murong Ge smiled sheepishly, "When I was catching pheasants just now, I didn't know what I touched and I forgot to wash my hands. I'm sorry, I'm going to wash it right away..." She finished speaking quickly.
Rush out of the door,
Qi Shujian realized later that she had just slapped his face with her hand? Didn't the dirty things stick to his face?
Damn it! He cursed under his breath.
How could he, who had always been mysophobic, stand the smell? He could only keep wiping his face with both hands until his skin almost peeled off, but he could not wipe away the smell...
A fire rose up in the dilapidated small thatched hut. Murong Ge kept blowing air into the fire and adding more firewood, finally getting the firewood to burn.
She was very excited. This was the first time she had fetched firewood and started a fire by herself. She had always carried out almost all tasks with her sister. With her sister accompanying her, she would naturally take care of her. Usually, her sister would not let her do these tasks.