Muyin was so full that she didn't bother to care. After resting for a while, she felt a little itchy on her face, and she didn't care when she picked the poop.
Because she was going to the palace tomorrow, Muyin took a bath and changed clothes before going to sleep.
This time, there were no reports of hauntings in the house, and of course Yuan Hongxi would not come again. For the first time, Shen Ning did not come to disturb her sleep.
His face felt itchy again, and Muyin picked at it again, but he still didn't want to finish it, so he couldn't help but increase his strength.
After all, she was worried about scratching Muyin's face, so she rubbed it with her palm after picking it, which made her feel better.
It's itchy.
Muyin couldn't help but turned over and went to look for Shen Ning. Shen Ning happened to be still asleep at the moment. When she saw Muyin coming, she was a little stunned, but she still coughed and let Muyin enter her room.
"Why do you think my face is itchy? Is there something wrong with your food?" Thinking of Shen Ning's sudden reaction, no matter how stupid Muyin was, he would still suspect this.
In addition, she had not eaten anything else today. If she had touched something unclean, she would have done so after taking a shower.
Shen Ning picked at the corner of his mouth and said unnaturally: "What's wrong?"
"Itchy." Muyin couldn't help but pick at her face again. She saw a mirror in Shen Ning's room and planned to take a look. She was in a hurry to come out, but she forgot to look in the mirror first.
Unexpectedly, she was stopped by Shen Ning. Muyin frowned, "Tell me, it must be your fault if it's so itchy!"
"Come on, be happy...you have a lot of time anyway." Shen Ning said with a bright smile, "Is this song good?"
"..." The devil wants to hear you sing! Muyin couldn't help but knock down the table in her room, "What on earth are you doing!"
"Ahem, well, didn't I think of you returning to the palace? I prepared some porridge for you..." Shen Ning continued to pretend to be innocent, "I don't know either. But judging from your reaction, is it...
Allergic?"
"Allergic?" Muyin scratched his face again, feeling upset, "Forget it, let me go check on Liu Mo."
"Hey, don't." Shen Ning grabbed her and said with a solemn expression, "I have ninety-nine skins, so I can keep it for you!"
"What the hell?" Muyin began to doubt her.
"You don't even know this! You are special!" Shen Ning mysteriously took out something, unscrewed it, and squeezed out a strip of paste, "Stop the itching, quick!"
After saying that, without waiting for Muyin to react, he slapped it on Muyin's face.
"Your uncle!" Muyin quickly flicked it away and spread it evenly with his hands, only to feel a strange smell spreading on his face.
"Don't get excited..." Shen Ning made a gesture of surrender, "Just go back and take a nap..."
"Can I believe you?!" Muyin just felt that it was over, it was over.
"If you can, just believe me once, just once!" Shen Ning raised a finger, "I'm doing this for your own good."
"What the hell!" Muyin wiped the ointment on her face again and went back without tears. She originally planned to go to Liu Mo, but when she opened Liu Mo's door, she found this
The servant was not in the room.
Forget it, Muyin returned to his room angrily, closed the door and went to sleep. Just... trust Shen Ning for once.
…
I closed my eyes and slept until dawn. The discomfort on my face was reduced a bit and it no longer itch.
Muyin touched his face, yawned and went to call Xing'er. At this time, Xing'er had prepared the washing utensils.
