"Lan Jiuqing?" Feng Qingchen quickly walked into the room and closed the door.
"Yeah." Lan Jiuqing responded, his breath a little unsteady. After seeing Feng Qingchen, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his tight strings also relaxed at this time.
"Has your injury gotten worse?" Feng Qingchen knew as soon as he heard this that Lan Jiuqing didn't take care of his body and made himself more injured.
"The wound is open." Lan Jiuqing didn't hide anything, he said simply, and at the same time he consciously unbuttoned his clothes and pants.
He really didn't dare to let Feng Qingchen undress him again. It would test his heart too much. He was afraid that his wound would open again, and he didn't want to die so early.
"You really know how to cherish yourself." Feng Qingchen said angrily. Besides Xiling Tianyu, the patient she hated most was Lan Jiuqing. Lan Jiuqing didn't take her body seriously at all.
Feng Qingchen's tone tonight was very bad. Lan Jiuqing probably guessed that it was related to the hidden weapon and wanted to explain it, but in the end he touched his nose and said nothing.
In fact, he could use a more clever way to return the things to Feng Qingchen, but he didn't want to hide too much from Feng Qingchen. Knowing that Feng Qingchen would be angry when he found out, he still used the stupidest method to return the things to Feng Qingchen.
dust.
It was indeed his fault in this matter. Lan Jiuqing was very obedient and Ren Fengqingchen thought to herself, not daring to say a word. She comforted herself and said: Men should let their women go, regardless of whether she understands it or not.
Although Feng Qingchen was angry with Lan Jiuqing for plotting against her, he was not so cruel that he didn't care about Lan Jiuqing's life or death. After reading a few words, he found that Lan Jiuqing had a good temper and let her scold her, so Feng Qingchen was too embarrassed to continue talking.
, she is not an unreasonable person, and she is not Lan Jiuqing's, so there is no need for Lan Jiuqing to let her go.
Feng Qingchen took a look at Lan Jiuqing's injury and found that the wound was just cracked and not inflamed. However, Lan Jiuqing's body was very hot. Feng Qingchen also knew that Lan Jiuqing had a fever without taking a temperature measurement.
"Go and lie down on the bed. I'll get the medicine box." Feng Qingchen dropped these words and turned around to hide behind the screen.
On the bed?
This is Feng Qingchen’s bedroom. There is only one bed in the room. Feng Qingchen invited him. Of course, Lan Jiuqing was not polite. He supported the table with one hand and used his strength to stand up. When passing by the screen, Lan Jiuqing stepped forward.
Suddenly, he looked thoughtfully at Feng Qingchen behind the screen.
He couldn't see anything through the screen, but he knew very well where Feng Qingchen could get the medicine box. He also knew that the medicine box Feng Qingchen usually used was still with him.
For some reason, every time he saw Feng Qingchen using that thing on her wrist, he felt weird in his heart. He wanted to stop Feng Qingchen many times and not let her use that thing, but he knew that he was not qualified.
Lan Jiuqing sighed softly, leaned against the bedside, and smelled the elegant fragrance on the pillow. Lan Jiuqing took a deep breath, and the silver mask covered the worry on his face.
When Feng Qingchen came out with a small medicine box, Lan Jiuqing's lips twitched slightly. If he remembered correctly, Wang Jinling seemed to have an identical box.
Apparently, the box in Wang Jinling's hand should have been given to him by Feng Qingchen. Thinking of this, a cold light flashed in Lan Jiuqing's eyes.
Feng Qingchen seemed to be very kind to Wang Jinling. You should know that Feng Qingchen had never given him anything until now.
"Move." Feng Qingchen dragged the quilt from the bed over and placed it behind Lan Jiuqing to make him lean more comfortably.
Feng Qingchen lowered his head, and the hair around his ears was scattered, and it swept across Lan Jiuqing's cheek. The human skin mask and silver face were blocked, and Lan Jiuqing didn't feel anything at all, letting the hair fall on his face.
Flick on top.
In order to help Lan Jiuqing stuff the cushion, Feng Qingchen leaned forward. The two of them were very close. With a gentle inhale, they could smell each other's scent. Lan Jiuqing could kiss them just by lowering his head.
Feng Qingchen's snow-white neck.
Lan Jiuqing licked his chapped lips, swallowed, and forced himself to look away. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to control himself and would kiss her directly, scaring Feng Qingchen.
When she turned her face sideways, Lan Jiuqing's long hair also moved, and several hair strands were intertwined with Feng Qingchen's long hair.
"Okay." Feng Qingchen clapped her hands and stood up, but found that she had not tied up her hair. Her hair was entangled with Lan Jiuqing's, and her scalp hurt when he stood up.
Hiss... Feng Qingchen touched his numb hair with a depressed look on his face.
We are married as husband and wife!
Lan Jiuqing noticed the pain and turned around to see the two people's intertwined hair. Her heart moved, but before Lan Jiuqing could think about it, Feng Qingchen tore her hair off.
"Sorry, I'll tie up my hair right now." Feng Qingchen turned around to look for a hair tie. Lan Jiuqing's eyes flickered, and with a strong force, he pulled off Feng Qingchen's hair that was entangled with her.
Looking at the hair tangled in the palm of his hand, Lan Jiuqing's eyes flashed with a smile. When Feng Qingchen wasn't paying attention, he took out a white handkerchief and wrapped the hair.
We are married as husband and wife, and there is no doubt about their love for each other!
Feng Qingchen, you are destined to be mine. The men of the Lan family are only crazy about the women of Feng Li's family. You can't escape. I will dig out the secrets in you one by one.
After Feng Qingchen put her hair up, she washed her hands again, moved a small stool and sat beside the bed. When she noticed the change in Lan Jiuqing's mood, Feng Qingchen blinked in confusion, but she didn't say much.
Asked, he took out the scissors from the medicine box and cut off all the white cloth and bandages on Lan Jiuqing's body.
When the cold scissors touched the warm skin, Lan Jiuqing couldn't help but flinch. This was Feng Qingchen. If it were anyone else who would scratch him with a pair of scissors, it wouldn't matter whether the other person had any malicious intentions or not.
, he will definitely kill the opponent first.
"Don't move around. If you move around again, I'll cut your wound open." Feng Qingchen glared at Lan Jiuqing and threatened with two "clicks" of the scissors.
Uh... Lan Jiuqing was silent, and he really didn't move anymore.
Feng Qingchen put the blood-stained bandage aside, dipped a cotton swab in the medicine, and cleaned Lan Jiuqing's wound. Looking at Lan Jiuqing's sweat-stained and red wound, Feng Qingchen's eyes flashed with warmth and anger.
This weather can actually make the wound stained with sweat. What on earth is Lan Jiuqing doing? He really doesn't want to die. Wound infection is not a joke. If it is serious, it can really kill him.
"Lan Jiuqing, your injury is very serious. If possible, I hope you will rest for a while. It is not conducive to the wound to heal." After Feng Qingchen cleaned the wound, he applied medicine and bandaged it again. He couldn't help but persuaded her.
One sentence.
Lan Jiuqing did not answer, but asked: "Can I sleep with you tonight?"
"You have nowhere to go?" Feng Qingchen frowned, looking embarrassed.
She believed that Lan Jiuqing was a gentleman, but it was always not good for a man and a woman to live alone in the same room.
"No, why, are you worried about tomorrow's competition?" Lan Jiuqing asked tentatively.
"Tomorrow's competition? You mean the painting competition between me and Su Wan?" Feng Qingchen answered while packing her things.
"Yes, aren't you worried about tomorrow's competition?"
Feng Qingchen put all the neat utensils away and closed them with a "snap": "There's nothing to worry about. Just do everything as fate dictates. Besides, I've already won two games against Su Wan, so it's Su Wan's fault to worry."
The winner has the right to be proud.
Lan Jiuqing nodded and leaned down little by little: "In that case, I will sleep here with you today. I am afraid that the wound will open again."
In order to make Feng Qingchen relent, Lan Jiuqing pretended to be weak and in pain. In fact, the wound was really painful. Lan Jiuqing was really not pretending. If possible, Lan Jiuqing really wanted to take off the mask and let Feng Qingchen see it.
Look at his pale face and the sweat on his forehead.
Well……
Feng Qingchen stood in the house, motionless.
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