Before Qing Ge's sweet dream was over, she felt a sharp sting on her forehead.
Mu Yuan glanced at her, a little annoyed: "Still thinking about a man?"
So, did he start too lightly? He still has the energy to think about men.
"Why do you want a man? Am I such a nymphomaniac?" Do you understand that they are thinking about peerless martial arts?
Mu Yuan ignored her, put away the medicine bottle, stood up and left.
Qingge dragged her chin and looked at his slender back.
Suddenly, something came to mind: "Mu Yuan, how is your face?"
"What else can I do?" Mu Yuan didn't even look back.
Half of his face was wrinkled, and at first he would look at it twice in the mirror.
Later, it probably became more and more ugly, so I stopped looking in the mirror and just washed it off and put on the mask.
After leaving Qingge's room, Mu Yuan returned to his own room and just took off his mask.
Qiqiao's voice came from outside: "Mu Yuan, I bought the two medicinal materials you asked me to buy. Is it convenient to come in?"
"It's inconvenient." It was late at night. Qiqiao didn't care about this, but he did.
The only one who can be with him in the middle of the night is His Highness.
He walked over and was about to open the door when he suddenly remembered that he had not put on his mask yet.
Originally, I wanted to put the mask on first when I went back, so as not to scare Qiqiao.
But Qiqiao didn't want to, knowing that he was behind the door, he pushed the door open.
"I have to go deliver medicine to Feng Zao. I'm very busy. You can collect the medicinal materials yourself..."
Suddenly, she looked at Mu Yuan's face with a look of astonishment.
Mu Yuan knew that his face was ugly. It had been ugly before, but recently it seemed even more ugly because of the princess' medicine.
It was dark and wrinkled, and half of his face seemed to be blended together.
However, he doesn't care how ugly he is, he just doesn't want to scare others.
"Sorry, I will remember to wear a mask in the future." After taking the medicine, he took a step back and was about to close the door.
Qiqiao's hand suddenly rested on the door, preventing him from closing the door.
"No, Mu Yuan, your face, the scars on your face..."
Mu Yuan said calmly: "Did I scare you? Sorry."
"No, no! I mean...I..."
But the door had been closed, completely blocking his face.
Qiqiao knew that Mu Yuan especially didn't like to stay with the girl's family at night.
I was forced to stay by Ninth Princess before and made him suffer. From that time on, I was willing to stay with Ninth Princess.
As for other women, don't even think about it.
She stayed at his door for too long.
But she just didn't mean anything else.
"Mu Yuan, the old wounds on your face are scarred, look at yourself in the mirror!"
She was still calling outside.
Mu Yuan was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and touched it. The scars on half of his face were even more horrifying than before, turning into coke.
Scarring?
What's the meaning?
He looked through it, looking for a mirror, but he couldn't even remember where it was placed.
Finally, I had to give up.
Putting the medicinal materials bought by Qiqiao on the table, he took out the tools and began to grind them into powder.
But, why does my face feel a little itchy?
It felt like there were many little bugs crawling across my face, and it was so itchy that I wanted to scratch my entire face.
I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but the more I think about it, the more itchy and uncomfortable I feel.
Finally, I stretched out my hand to grab it, and accidentally caught a large piece of black charcoal-like... skin?
