The butler pressed his index finger against the inside of the belt and casually hooked the buckle with his thumb.

With a click, the belt buckle came loose.

Wen Qing reflexively covered his belt and pants, and immediately said, "Give me the medicine, I'll apply it myself."

The butler still didn't let go of his hand, allowing Wen to press lightly on the belt and fight with him.

He lowered his eyes, leaned over to look at Wen Wei's slightly red eyes, and said slowly: "You can't see the wound."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and without thinking twice, he said directly: "I can see it."

Hearing this, the butler let go of his hand and asked him, "Can you sit up now?"

"Of course..." Wen Qing supported himself on the bed with both hands and tried to sit up. As soon as he exerted force on his waist, a wave of pain came up.

Not only his waist, but also his arms and back were sore to varying degrees.

Wen Qing had no choice but to swallow the word "okay" back.

His back hadn't left the bed sheet even five centimeters when he lay back down again.

The butler looked at him quietly: "The amount of riding and walking you did today far exceeds your usual amount of exercise."

Wen Qing pursed his lips. He didn't feel anything in his body before, but after lying down for a while, his body relaxed and he felt sore all over.

He said slowly to the butler, "Help me up."

The butler picked up a pillow and placed it behind his waist to make Wen Qing sit more comfortably.

The pain in his waist was relieved a lot, and Wen Qing felt that he was fine again. He said to the housekeeper: "I can apply the medicine myself now."

The housekeeper asked, “Can you bend over now?”

Wen Qing tried to lower her head and slowly bent over, almost crying from the pain.

The housekeeper helped him up and said slowly, "Madam, you don't have to be shy."

"I've seen every part of you."

Wen Qing: “???”

He raised his eyes suddenly and looked at the butler in disbelief: "When have you seen it?"

The housekeeper's eyes flashed with blue light, and he did not answer the question, but said: "If you don't apply medicine today, the wound will become more serious tomorrow, affecting your actions."

Wen Qing stared at him for a while, closed his eyes, and silently said to himself that this was a robot.

This is a tool for applying medicine.

This is just a medicine applying tool covered in human skin.

…………

After preparing himself mentally for a while, Wen Qing slowly let go of his hand and said to the housekeeper, "Hurry up."

"yes."

The butler responded, lowered his eyes, and helped him unbuckle his belt and take off his pants.

Wen Qing was only wearing a white lace shirt, the hem of which barely covered her key parts, leaving her fair legs exposed.

The butler stared at his legs.

Wen Qing's legs were white and slender, without any body hair, and had a delicate luster under the bedroom light.

Wen Qing didn't notice the butler's gaze. She just felt her legs were cold and a little uncomfortable. She couldn't help but pull her clothes down.

Little did he know that this half-covered, half-exposed action was even more embarrassing than doing nothing.

The housekeeper lowered his eyes, hiding the blue light in his eyes, and said lightly: "Madam, please open your legs."

"I can't see the wound."

Wen Qing pursed her lips and parted them slightly.

He turned his head away, trying his best to ignore the butler's gaze. Although he knew he was looking at the wound, Wen Qing's cheeks couldn't help but feel hot.

The housekeeper half-closed his eyes, stared at the wound and said slowly: "The base of your leg is already red, and the area near the perineum is too tender, so there are some broken skin..."

His tone was emotionless, and Wen Qing's cheeks became even hotter when she heard it. She couldn't help but say, "Help me apply the medicine quickly."

"Don't say that."

The butler took out a medicine box from a nearby cabinet, picked out a jar of ointment, and said calmly, "I thought you would want to hear it."

Wen Qing blurted out: "Why would I want to hear this!"

The butler opened the lid of the ointment, stained his fingertips with some ointment, and said to him, "Don't you want to know the extent of your injury?"

Wen Qing blushed and said dryly: "I can feel it, you don't need to tell me."

Smelling the faint medicinal scent of the ointment, he urged, "Apply it quickly."

"yes."

The housekeeper responded, raised his feet onto the bed, and half-knelt in front of Wen Qing.

Looking at the housekeeper's jet-black hair, Wen Qing couldn't help but tug at the bed sheet beside him.

The butler flexed his fingers and gently pressed his fingertips on Wen's slightly red skin.

The housekeeper's fingers were slightly cold, and when they suddenly touched the wound, Wen Qing couldn't help but hiss.

The next second, he felt the butler's movements pause, and then the coolness at his fingertips disappeared, replaced by a hint of warmth.

The butler lowered his eyes and used his fingertips to apply circles on the broken skin.

The paste quickly turned into water, emitting a radiant sheen under the dim light.

Wen Qing's body was emitting a faint heat. The more wounds were covered with medicine, the higher Wen Qing's temperature became.

The butler applied the medicine more and more slowly due to the tempting body temperature.

Wen Qing didn't think there was anything wrong at first, but when the butler's hot fingers applied the liquid to the broken skin, he couldn't help but groan.

The wound felt a little comfortable after being applied with medicine, but it also felt a little painful after being touched.

Pain and comfort are intertwined, creating an indescribable feeling.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and gripped the bed sheet tighter.

Suddenly, the butler leaned forward.

He moved closer to the wound and breathed gently towards Xiao Wen.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and her voice trembled a little: "Don't get so close..."

Butler: "Apply medicine for you."

He knelt in front of Wen Qing and looked down at the scenery in front of him.

The thin white cloth couldn't hide anything at all, and a faint pink color could be vaguely seen underneath.

As the butler spoke, Wen Qing felt his breath more clearly.

"Why are you, a robot, breathing?"

The butler asked back: "Why isn't the robot breathing?"

Wen Qing opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer this question, so he could only say, "Apply the medicine quickly."

The housekeeper slowly opened his mouth and said, "There is another wound that is quite serious. You need to apply more medicine."

Wen Qing tried her best to ignore his breath and responded softly.

The butler was applying the medicine on the wound. He slowed down his pace and the moment he finished applying the medicine, he casually brushed his fingertips over the small wound.

“Hmm…”

Wen Qing opened his eyes wide and looked at the housekeeper's expressionless face.

This shouldn't be intentional...

Wen Qing took a deep breath, suppressed the impulse in his body, and flexed his legs: "Are you done applying it?"

Butler: "Yes."

Wen Qing hurriedly went to get his pants, but the next second, the housekeeper held his hand: "You need to wait for the medicine to be absorbed."

Wen Qing paused and tried to get the quilt, but the housekeeper held his hand again.

The housekeeper said calmly, "You need ventilation, so your wound will heal faster."

Wen Qing had no choice but to lie on the bed in this position.

He raised his eyes to look at the butler, who had retreated back to the bedside with his brows lowered.

Wen Qing couldn't see his eyes, and always suspected that the butler's eyes were on him.

After hesitating for a moment, he said, "You can go out now. I want to sleep."

The butler replied, "Yes."

…………

Wen Qing lay in bed for a while, feeling varying degrees of aches all over his body and having trouble falling asleep.

He turned over with difficulty and felt a little thirsty.

Wen Qing didn't want to call the housekeeper. After a while, he was still very thirsty, so he slowly climbed down from the bed and walked to the table to drink some water.

After drinking two large glasses of water, Wen Qing glanced at the mirror in front of him and felt that something was wrong.

He put down the teacup and walked slowly to the mirror.

The person in the mirror was not only taller, but his appearance had also changed a little.

The facial features seem to have grown bigger and more heroic, and there is no way people would mistake him for a girl.

Wen Qing's eyelids twitched and he raised his hand to touch his face.

The self in the mirror also raised his hand to touch his face.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, turned and walked towards the bed.

He took two steps and suddenly looked back at the mirror.

The person in the mirror was still standing in the same posture, facing Wen Qing and looking at his butt with a smile.

Wen Qing paused, turned around, and stared at the man in the mirror who looked similar to him.

Sure enough, the abnormalities of the past two days were not illusions.

There is indeed something wrong with this mirror.

Wen Qing looked at the person in the mirror.

Wen Qing didn't speak, and he didn't speak either.

Wen Qing didn't know whether he couldn't speak or didn't speak.

After a while, he asked tentatively: "Why do you look like this?"

The man in the mirror blinked, raised the corners of his lips, and smiled at Wen Qing: "Isn't this what you want to look like?"

"Taller, more handsome, and bigger."

Wen Qing was stunned, not because the person in the mirror could speak, but because the voice of this thing was similar to his own, and more mature.

He didn't even think about what the other person meant by "bigger".

Wen Qing raised his eyes to look at him and asked hesitantly: "What's your name?"

"Or what should I call you?"

The man raised his eyebrows slightly and said to him, "What do you want my name to be?"

"You want to give me a name?"

"Wen Meng?"

Wen Qing was stunned: "How do you know Wen Meng..."

Man: “I know everything.”

Wen Qing stared at him, wondering if he knew everything...could he be the mirror spirit in the novel?

He really wasn't used to this mirror using his former name.

After hesitating for a while, Wen Qing looked at the light reflected from the mirror and asked, "Can I call you Wen Jing?"

“It’s the mirror of the mirror.”

The man blinked and chuckled, "Okay."

"You can call me whatever you want."

"You can call me Wen Jing, or you can call me brother," Wen Jing paused, dragging his voice, and said with a smile, "You can also call me husband."