Her hand was held down by another big hand, and Qian Qian saw his eager eyes, "I've given you medicine. It may be unbearably itchy, but you have to endure it and don't reach out and rub it, otherwise you will get infected."
"Oh..." Qian Qian was stunned and nodded.
The two of them looked at each other like this, Qian Qian felt that there was nothing wrong with them. Instead, she found that the man in front of her looked at her, and there seemed to be a hint of shyness flashing through her eyes.
The only reason he was captured by Qian Qian was because this look was so different from his own rough and arrogant temperament.
Perhaps sensing the embarrassment between the two people, the man stood up and carried Qian Qian to the bonfire. Only then did Qian Qian slowly look at the room. This is a typical northern thatched cottage, all made of wood.
There is a small basket hanging on the beam, which should store food and water.
"I still don't know the name of my benefactor!"
"My name is Nanmeng, I'm not a benefactor." His answer was very blunt, which made people feel cold after hearing it. Just when Qianqian thought that he had no intention of talking to her, she heard him glance at the person on the bed.
He asked in a low voice: "So... what is your name?"
What a lovely man!
Qianqian couldn't help but feel happy, and said with a smile: "My name is Yu Qianqian, you can call me Qianqian." After saying that, he looked around and asked: "Are you the only one who lives here? Where is your family?"
Nan Meng seemed shocked, then turned pale and regained his composure, "I have been an orphan since I was a child. I have no family."
"Oh... I'm sorry." Qian Qian stuck out her tongue, realizing that she might have gotten into trouble.
Who would have thought that Nan Meng smiled brightly, revealing a particularly conspicuous set of white teeth, and said, "It doesn't matter, I've long been used to it."
Qian Qian's favorability towards him is increasing rapidly.
The questioning between the two people seemed to have reached a deadlock, and no one knew what to say next.
"I……"
"I……"
Smiling lightly: "You tell me first..."
"It's nothing, just take good care of yourself! I don't ask you where you come from or where you are going, but you can rest assured that I will go hunting and come back later to barbecue for you."
Qian Qian looked at Nanmeng, nodded and smiled: "Thank you!"
Nan Meng bent the bow on his back and opened the thick door curtain made of black bear skin. A raging wind and snow drifted in. All the broken hair on Qian Qian's forehead was blown to the back of his head, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.
Nanmeng seemed to look back and then turned around.
Under Nan Meng's care, Qian Qian's injuries healed quickly. Within a few days, she could barely hold on to the wall and walk in this small house. Nan Meng was naturally very happy and looked at Qian Qian.
His shallow eyes gradually became full of smiles.
Nanmeng didn't talk much, maybe because he was used to being alone for a long time. Qianqian was hurt and didn't have the strength to talk much. Most of the time, the two of them were silent. However, Qianqian was able to express himself in some small traces.
Feel the deep friendship of Namco.
For example, he would always move the only bonfire in the house as far as possible to the wooden bed where Qian Qian slept...