Ruyan looked at the white porcelain bottle in her hand.

She scratched her cheek, blinked her eyes and asked, "Miss, where are you swollen?"

Isn’t the lady’s foot injury healed?

Where else does swelling need to be reduced?

Ruyan couldn't figure it out.

Li Xia's hands suddenly trembled, and her long eyelashes kept fluttering, not daring to look directly at Ruyan.

"Ruyan, I'm fine. I guess the young master gave it to us for emergency use."

She pursed her lips.

Li Xia lowered her head and moved her lips to greet Lechen.

It was hard for her to doubt that he didn't do it on purpose.

at the same time.

Liaochen, who was meditating in the Zen room, suddenly sneezed.

He estimated the time and the ointment he asked his junior brother to deliver should have reached her.

It seems that my sneezing was not accidental.

I'm afraid someone is venting their dissatisfaction with him in their heart.

Liaochen raised his thin lips slightly.

"Brother, Master...Brother, am I dazzled? Were you laughing just now?"

The young monk who ran in witnessed the curve of Lechen's lips. He looked like he had seen a ghost in broad daylight. His pupils widened like bells, his mouth opened blankly, and he stared at Lechen in disbelief.

Liaochen covered his mouth and coughed softly: "How can you be so impetuous? If the master knew about it, let's see how he would punish you."

There are two kinds of people lying in the same bed.

They both used the same method of changing the subject.

"Brother Liaochen, I will be more careful next time. Please don't tell Master."

As soon as I heard the word "punishment".

The little monk seemed to see himself with a bruised butt, waving at him.