Yun Qiao has read a lot of medical works recently, both Chinese and foreign.
She knew very well how to deal with a wound - never lick it or put it in your mouth and suck it. It would not serve any purpose except increasing infection.
However, in desperation, she still did it.
It seemed that covering up with a kerchief was not enough to eliminate Uncle Qi's pain.
At this moment, Xi Lanting's eyes tightened, almost losing his composure, and his eyes turned into a light golden color. Yun Qiao only lowered his head and did not see it.
Xi Lanting took out the knife with his left hand. The handle was made of gold steel and covered with a wooden shell. It all shattered into powder in his palm.
The blade fell to the ground with a clang, and Xi Lanting closed her eyes forcefully.
When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were pitch black, with the luster of a black gemstone, reflecting Yun Qiao's shadow clearly.
"Relax, are you a cat or a pig?" His voice was smooth and steady.
After a moment of worry and fear, Yun Qiao also realized that her behavior was inappropriate. She spat out angrily on Clan Ting's finger, which had been sucked by her until it turned a little white.
Xi Lanting felt pain, but of course it wasn't in her fingers - it was very painful from the stretch.
He sighed.
At this time, the wound stopped bleeding. The wound was very shallow and only a little blood came out.
Xi Lanting said to her: "Look, if you don't move this mouth, I can just wipe it; now it's fine, I still have to find some potion to disinfect it."
Yun Qiao felt aggrieved.
She felt inexplicably sad, as if he had cut her heart by cutting his finger.
She likes Uncle Qi so much.
Uncle Qi was unaware of this, turned around, entered the bedroom, and closed the door forcefully.
It took him a long time to come out.
Yun Qiao suspected that he was angry. During this period of time, he calmed down his anger. When he came out again, he was calm and didn't pay much attention to her.
His fingers were wiped with potion and could not move for a while. Picking up the broken blade on the ground, Xi Lanting felt that the knife was completely ruined, so he simply put it in the small box next to it and planned to throw it away.
Xi Rong brought tea over.
"Cheng Li rented a house so quickly?" Xi Lanting drank tea slowly, her slender fingers the same color as the white glaze, equally clean and noble.
"Yes." Yun Qiao moved her eyes away from his fingers, but fell on his face and involuntarily fell on his lips.
Her mind buzzed.
She suspected that her dream had come again, because she clearly remembered that Uncle Qi kissed her when she was drunk.
Xi Lanting was talking to her seriously, and suddenly frowned: "What are you thinking about?"
Yun Qiao: "I..."
"I said Cheng Li, does he plan to stay here for a long time?" Xi Lanting asked again, "How is the United Chamber of Commerce doing now?"
"I didn't ask that." Yun Qiao said, "If Uncle Qi is interested, I'll make an appointment with him for dinner. He has a lot of free time these days."
"That's not necessary. Let's just chat casually." Xi Lanting said, "If you have something to do, you can go back first."
Yun Qiao is fine.
She suddenly asked directly: "Uncle Qi, have you kissed me before?"
Xi Lanting's fingers holding the tea cup tightened slightly. He looked at her helplessly, his eyes indescribably complicated.
He was silent for a long time.
Yun Qiao thought he wouldn't answer, but unexpectedly he said: "You rushed over. You are as drunk as a puddle of mud, let alone you don't remember anything."
Yun Qiao: "..."
Xi Lanting: "Why, you committed the murder first, do you still need me to take responsibility?"
"No, that's not what I meant." Yun Qiao stuttered a little, and she couldn't continue.
She understood the way Uncle Qi looked at her.
A small impulse, don't try to get any benefits from it.
She lowered her head.
This answer is better than no answer at all. Yun Qiao felt weird in her heart, why did she suddenly think of this? She had obviously forgotten it before.