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Cheng Qing sat to the side, fiddling with the medicinal powder, urging in a righteous manner, "It's almost time. Even if you change the medicine later, I'm afraid you won't make it in time."
Zhao E raised her head and glared at Cheng Qing, then quickly lowered her head and said in a voice as loud as a mosquito, "Then turn around."
Cheng Qing pouted and mumbled, "It's not like I've never seen it before." However, he still turned around.
"What did you say?"
A chill came from behind his ears.
"I said this powder is really fragrant, so fragrant!" Cheng Qing chuckled.
Zhao E didn't say anything else, and only the rustling sound of her clothes being untied could be heard, causing people to daydream about her. After which, a slight creaking sound came from the bed as they climbed onto it. She could tell that Zhao Mo had intentionally lowered her movement, afraid that she would cause any disturbance. She must have been trying to tiptoe over.
However, this didn't have any effect. The more he didn't want to cause a commotion, the longer the commotion.
Just as Cheng Qing imagined Zhao E's embarrassed appearance, a voice came from behind her. It sounded as if it had been buried under a pillow, coquettish and slightly vague, like a reptile crawling across the palm of its hand. It was like a cool breeze brushing against her lips.
Cheng Qing shivered and felt goosebumps all over his body.
Turning around, Cheng Qing was stunned. The scene in front of him caused his expression to turn extremely strange.
It wasn't that Zhao E's eyebrows were showing too much, but that she wasn't showing at all. She had gone all the way to bed, leaving only two strands of her hair outside.
Cheng Qing shook his head helplessly and sat down on the edge of the bed. After pulling a few times, he found that he was unable to pull it off no matter what. Then, he felt that the blanket had been tightly gripped from the inside. When he pulled, the quilt was stretched straight, as if it would tear if he tried any harder.
Cheng Qing said powerlessly, "Do you want to change the medicine or not?" "If you don't, then I'll be leaving."
The tight blanket lasted for two seconds before it softened. It was clear that the other party had let go.
Cheng Qing pulled down the blanket bit by bit. As soon as Zhao E's head was revealed, the blanket was stretched out straight again. This time, she was curled up like a kitten lying on the ground, holding its hands.
Cheng Qing tried to persuade him, "I've seen it a few times already, don't worry, I can handle it."
Zhao E: "…"
Cheng Qing began to instruct him, "Place your body flat and don't bow. Your wounds have all been broken."
"Relax."
"Ai, stop shaking."
"What, itch? An itch is a good thing, it means that the wound is healing. "
"I told you not to shake it, the powder has already been shaken off for you."
"What are you laughing at? Resisting the urge to laugh until his entire body is shaking. "
"You still want to hit me? "Don't move, the powder is just enough. Sprinkle it with a little bit of your scar and it won't heal."
"Oh, you kicked off the blanket."
"I didn't see it. Don't get excited. Nothing was revealed. What am I looking at?"
"I'm still light. It's not heavy at all, right?"
"What am I touching? What can I touch? "I'm applying medicine …"
"I told you not to shake …"
"Alright."
Cheng Qing covered Zhao E with the quilt and let out a sigh of relief. This fox girl had turned into a shy little girl, but that had tormented him quite a bit. Looking at Zhao E, who had gotten back into bed and now could not even see her hair, Cheng Qing sighed and walked out of the room.
As he walked away, the taut quilt began to soften.
When they reached the room, Cheng Qing suddenly remembered something. He turned around and said, "By the way, there's still one last batch of pills to be exchanged in six hours."
The soft blanket tightened again.
Cheng Qing shook his head and went out. This was good. This woman probably didn't dare to go out for a long time.