Ling Luo was startled, her hand shook, and the paper with ink stains fell to the ground.
"You...you're awake?"
The man in the tub nodded, his lips forming an almost perfect arc.
Ling Luo calmed down, bent down to pick up the piece of paper, put it on the table, then carried a chair to the edge of the tub and sat down.
"You woke up, why didn't you make a sound?"
This man, as quiet as a ghost, scared her to death just now.
"I see you are busy and I don't want to disturb you." Luo Ge's voice was as gentle as the first snow.
"Oh." Ling Luo responded lightly, looked at his handsome face that had gradually recovered color, and said, "How are you feeling? Does the wound still hurt?"
Heartbroken Grass, just by hearing its name, you know how tragically toxic it is.
"It hurts." Luo Ge's expression was indifferent, and he couldn't tell where he hurt at all.
Ling Luo's heart trembled. This man's endurance was really strong. He really didn't change his expression.
She took out a celadon bottle from the black jade space ring, poured out a milky white pill, handed it to the edge of the tub, and said: "This is for pain relief. Take one pill first."
Luo Ge did not stretch out his hand and remained motionless, just looking at Ling Luo with his eyes.
Ling Luo's eyes twitched sharply and said, "Do you want it or not?"
Luo Ge's eyes narrowed and he opened his mouth.
"..."
This guy really thinks he is an uncle.
Ling Luo held the pill in her hand and didn't stretch it out, but just froze in mid-air.
When Luo Ge saw Ling Luo not moving, there was a hint of resentment in his voice: "I am a patient."
"Your hand is not broken yet." Do you think she is a fool?
"I have a stab wound on my left arm." Luo Ge emphasized.
Ling Luo raised his eyebrows: "Your right arm is still good."
Luo Ge's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning, and his thin lips parted slightly: "You are the doctor, and I am the patient."
Ling Luo's eyes narrowed dangerously: "You are not hopelessly injured yet and can fend for yourself."
Luo Ge pursed his lips and stopped talking. A hint of disappointment flashed in his ice eyes.
Ling Luo was speechless.
Well, you don’t want to take painkillers, and you deserve the pain.
Ling Luo put away the pills and began to adjust the water temperature of the medicinal bath.
There is a feeling of loneliness in the air.
The man in the bathtub sighed softly and slowly closed his eyes.
"Luo'er, are you coming to Dongchen to get Cang Yu's Eyes?"
"Yes." Her answer was simple and straightforward.
Luo Ge closed his eyes to rest his mind and continued to ask: "Have you got it?"
Ling Luo nodded and said, "I got it."
"Why don't you leave now that you've got it?"
Ling Luo paused and said, "I still have things I want to do."
Luo Ge slowly opened his eyes, cast a questioning look, and said, "Why do you want to be the high priest of Dongchen Kingdom?"
Ling Luo chuckled lightly and said, "Everyone thinks I am, so I just came here to have fun."
Luo Ge shook his head and said: "You don't seem like someone who would make fun of this. Luo'er, I know you are afraid of trouble. But this time, you took the initiative to cause trouble."
"I'm waiting." Ling Luo stopped her teasing gaze and became serious.
Luo Ge's icy eyes also flashed with light, and said: "What are you waiting for?"
Ling Luo looked at Luo Ge and said in a deep voice, "I'm waiting for your wife to show up."
Luo Ge's pupils shrank suddenly, the light on his face disappeared, and even his voice became a little hoarse: "Ali, she is dead."