"I'll do it." Feng Wuya took the bowl of medicine from Jiang Tao's hand.
Jiang Tao was hesitant and embarrassed: "Prince, master...she may not be willing..."
"It's okay, you can go down." Long Xinghe closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, he had regained his composure.
Jiang Tao retreated.
Feng Wuya held the medicine bowl and sat down next to Long Xinghe.
Use your clean long fingers to apply a little ointment.
This medicine was meant to be applied to Long Xinghe's face. She even had many blisters on her face.
Long Xinghe thought he was calm enough to face all this.
But when she saw that his long fingers were about to fall on her face, she subconsciously turned her face away.
As soon as she moved, the blisters on her face began to hurt again, causing her to grin immediately.
It really hurts!
"Don't move around, don't burst the blisters, otherwise, scars will remain."
Feng Wuya's voice was very gentle, a gentleness that Long Xinghe had never seen before, let alone enjoyed.
My heart suddenly became even more desolate.
Sure enough, Wu Ya is so kind, knowing that she has become like this because of him, even if he dislikes her, he will treat her tenderly.
But the last thing she wants is for him to wrong her like this.
"Xinghe, don't move, I'll give you some medicine." Feng Wuya was extremely patient and approached with his long fingers again, "It's difficult for me. In fact, it's you who is more embarrassed."
These words made Long Xinghe suddenly startled, and his resistance suddenly disappeared.
Why is this necessary? It seems pretentious, doesn’t it?
At least Wuya's concern for her at this time is genuine.
What's the point of making things difficult for him?
She turned her face back, and this time, she didn't avoid his gaze.
Let your tattered face appear clearly in front of him.
"Is everything okay, sir?" she asked.
Feng Wuya nodded: "His martial arts skills are better than mine. When the explosion started, he protected me first, so I was slightly injured, but not serious."
Long Xinghe felt relieved.
They went through all the trouble to come here just to find Wuchenzi.
If something happens to Wuchenzi, Wuya will not only be disappointed, but also blame himself to death.
Thinking of this, Long Xinghe felt a little emotional.
I must have done a lot of bad things to Feng Wuya in my previous life, and I am here to pay off my debts in this life.
Until death, all I think about is him.
All for him.
If someone had told her three months ago that she would be so crazy and persistent for a man in this life, she would have laughed at that person's lunacy.
It turns out that there is really a doom somewhere.
"Wuya," she suddenly called softly.
"What? Did I hurt you?" Feng Wuya's fingertips moved even more gently, not daring to use any force.
"No." Long Xinghe smiled calmly. His smile seemed peaceful, but if he looked deeper, he could still see a hint of bitterness.
"You don't have to feel guilty about me, and you don't have to change your view of me because of guilt. I don't need such mercy, Wuya..."
"Don't talk." Feng Wuya's face turned cold in an instant.
No one knows what he is thinking.
After these words, he never said another word, but carefully applied medicine to Long Xinghe.
Even Long Xinghe couldn't understand what he was thinking.
At this time, not far outside the cave, Murong Yu and Wu Chenzi were standing together.
From a distance, Wuchenzi looks like an old man over fifty years old with gray hair.
As for what he looks like, basically everyone can't see clearly because of the pile of half-white beard on his face.
Anyway, he looks like an outsider.
Murong Yu looked at him, a little stunned: "You want to leave?"
