"Chu Dongling, don't! Why don't you let me dry you off? Ahem... you're going to strangle me."
Before Long Qian could take a few steps, he was grabbed by Chu Dongling.
She was more than a head shorter than him, and her build was almost half of his.
He twisted her without any pressure at all.
"Chu Dongling, you are about to strangle me... let go!"
Chu Dongling placed her on dry grass and sat next to her.
"Hurry up and wipe it for me."
She looked at him with a look of resentment and breathed heavily: "Tyrant! This is too much."
"Who is more outrageous?" Chu Dongling glanced at her.
Long Qian met his displeased gaze, mumbled her lips, and got up: "Can't I help you dry it?"
"Are you so stupid that you don't even know how to hide?"
She just hid the power of the small mine for a while. Is he stupid and still refuses to admit it?
"You are hiding behind me, where am I hiding?" Chu Dongling leaned forward slightly and approached the girl who was kneeling in front of him and wiping his hair.
The faint fragrance hits his nose, it is a smell he is familiar with and likes.
Long Qian didn't have the habit of bringing a handkerchief when going out, so she could only wipe him with her sleeve.
"That's right." Long Qian seemed to have thought of something and looked down at the location of Chu Dongling's wound.
"Are the clothes inside wet? Will the wound be wet?"
Chu Dongling grabbed the little thing in his arms as she was pulling down her clothes.
"No problem! Wipe your face first." His voice was a little hoarse.
The little thing doesn't know if it was intentional or not, but if her pink lips that needed to be cleaned up just now continue...
Chu Dongling's body tensed up, and his face felt a little hot under the mask.
Long Qian's eyes returned to the cold mask and frowned: "How do you wipe your face while wearing a mask?"
"Why are you wearing a mask?" She looked into his eyes, "My eyes are very pretty, so my appearance should be good."
Long Qian didn't know that his approach put pressure on the man.
Didn't he ask her to wipe her face? How could she wipe it if she didn't take a good look?
"My lord, did you have an injury on your face when you were a child? I heard that you have been wearing a mask a long time ago."
"Is the injury serious? Do you want me to take a look at it? Maybe I can heal it too."
Long Qian's long fingers slowly slid down the corners of Chu Dongling's eyes, and finally hooked his chin.
"The contour of your chin is also very good. I can guarantee that if you regain your appearance, you will definitely look better than your brothers."
"How's it going?" She gently pinched his mask, "Would you like to show it to me?"
"As a friend, if you can treat me, I won't charge much. If you can't, it doesn't matter. I'm the only one who sees it."
"Friend?" Chu Dongling held Long Qian's hand, his brows frowning under the mask.
Only then did Long Qian realize that she was so close to him.
She fanned her fan-like eyelashes and moved back: "Your Majesty, please let me go."
Chu Dongling let her go and asked softly: "You and I are just friends?"
"No." Long Qian shook his head, "They are a couple."
It's all an adjective, and she doesn't want to quarrel with him.
"How about it? Do you want to show it to me, but let me tell you in advance that I don't really understand..."
His shoulder was pulled, and the tone of Long Qian's last word "medical" changed.
"Chu Dongling, why are you pulling on my clothes? Can't you just stop talking? I..."
There was a "pop" and something fell to the ground.
Long Qian looked at the mask that had been torn off by himself and was so frightened that he took a breath.
"You have seen this king, and you must be responsible for me."
