In a blink of an eye, it was the day of the draft again, and Qu Tinglan was sitting in her boudoir, frowning slightly.
Qianmian hasn't appeared in the past few days, and I don't know if he understood what she meant that day.
Did he understand what she meant when he said "I understand" that day?
After thinking for a long time but unable to figure it out, Qu Tinglan sighed silently.
Tomorrow is the day of the palace draft. If Qian Mian doesn't show up by then, then she really has no choice but to enter the palace.
"…………"
As for Lin Yan.
Ever since he got angry and slapped Qianmian with a fox fur face, he has been avoiding him.
Qianmian came to see him several times, but he always turned him away.
But after Qianmian thought for a long time, he still couldn't understand why Lin Yan was angry.
In the end, he had no choice but to transform into a fox clone and get closer to Lin Yan.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the fox jumped into Lin Yan's window, he was thrown out by him.
When he wanted to go to Lin Yan to apologize in person, he found a piece of paper posted outside his door: Foxes are not allowed to enter!
Thousand Faces:"…………"
This is a determined decision not to forgive him.
But seeing that the day of the draft was getting closer, he hadn't finished what he promised Qu Tinglan, and he didn't have so much time to spend time with his little ancestor.
"…………"
Lin Yan has been stuck in his room almost all the time these days, so he sleeps very lightly.
When I heard something strange in the room, I hurriedly grabbed the pillow and threw it.
"who!"
As soon as Qian Mian appeared, he didn't expect a pillow to suddenly hit him, and he hurriedly reached out and grabbed it subconsciously.
"It's me." Qianmian removed the pillow and glanced at Lin Yan.
Lin Yan, who was on guard, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Qian Mian, and then said coldly: "What are you doing here!"
The thought of Qian Mian mistaking his feelings for ulterior motives made him angry.
Qian Mian grabbed the pillow and walked towards him, then performed a spiritual secret.
Lin Yan felt that he couldn't move his whole body in the next second.
"What are you doing?"
He knew that Qian Mian was responsible for his current situation, and then he felt a little panic.
Qian Mian put down the pillow, then helped Lin Yan lie down, and said to himself, "Don't lose your temper, Qu Tinglan will enter the palace audition tomorrow, and I don't want you to regret it in the future.
So, now I have to deal with your leg disease and the injury on your face, and then you can take her away tonight."
After hearing this, Lin Yan frowned in confusion, "What does it have to do with me? If she enters the palace draft, let her go!
Let me go quickly!"
Lin Yan tried to struggle again, but in the end it was to no avail.
Qian Mian remained silent, thinking that Lin Yan was telling the truth, and then took off the mask on his face, revealing the burning wounds on his face.
"It will hurt a little, please bear with it."
"Are you sick?" Lin Yan seemed to be really angry this time, "Don't you understand human language? I don't like Qu Tinglan. Everything about her has nothing to do with me. Please relax..."
Before Lin Yan could finish speaking, he suddenly let out a cry of pain.
Now he only felt a burning pain from the injury on his face, as if a bottle of concentrated sulfuric acid had been sprinkled on his wound.
Hearing Lin Yan's voice, Qian Mian suddenly felt his heart tightening, as if something strange had arisen.
626: "Ding! Favorability increased by 2, current favorability is 42."
Qian Mianmin tightened his thin lips, suppressed the strangeness in his heart, and his expression was as gloomy as water, "Just bear with it, it will be fine in a while."
After that, Qianmian strengthened the healing spell, hoping to end his pain as soon as possible.
Lin Yan felt so painful that he could no longer hear what Qian Mian said. He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from screaming.
The left side of his face was burning, and he felt as if his face was about to be disfigured for the second time.
He thought that if he could move now, he would strangle the person in front of him decisively.