Zong Zhengchen slowly stretched out his right hand and placed it into the woman's palm.

Qin Ye glanced at it, "Where?"

The man whispered: "This."

Qin Ye looked at his hands carefully. They were big and beautiful, with distinct joints, and as slender as bamboo joints. They looked like carefully carved works of art, so delicate that even the hairs were clearly visible, and perfect without any flaws.

"Where?"

"this."

“…”

Are you playing charades with her?

Qin Ye's eyes widened, and Zong Zhengchen immediately acted like a mouse seeing a cat. He turned his palm over obediently, retracted four fingers, and extended one finger:

"here."

Qin Ye pinched his fingers, held them in front of his eyes, and looked at them carefully from a close distance.

finally.

finally……

I see.

A barb next to the man's fingernail was torn off, and a little red blood came out.

this?

That's it?!

Qin Ye exclaimed: "You were so badly injured, why did you tell me now?"

Zong Zhengchen felt cared for, and leaned towards Qin Ye like a child, aggrieved and seeking comfort:

"Ye'er, it hurts."

"How can such a serious injury not hurt?" Qin Ye asked with a straight face, "Luckily you told me in time, otherwise if it was a little later, the wound would have healed."

Zong Zhengchen: “…”

Qin Ye turned his wrist, took out a 20 ml bottle of disinfectant from the Qiankun bracelet in his sleeve, wet a cotton ball with it, and wiped him.

Put on a bandage.

Done.

Zong Zhengchen saw the band-aid and raised his finger curiously, examining it carefully from left to right and front to back:

"Ye'er, what is this thing? Why haven't I seen it before?"

It looks like gauze, but is very small, sticky, and pink, with a kitten's head pattern on it. It's so cute.

Qin Ye glanced at him, looking at him as if he were a country bumpkin:

"It's a band-aid."

"What is a band-aid?" Zong Zhengchen curiously held his hand in front of her, like a curious baby, "Ye'er, this thing is very convenient, what is it made of?"

“Is there any medicine in it?”

"Ye'er..."

He was extremely curious about her.

However, the finger that was 'injured' was... his middle finger. At this time, four fingers were retracted, and one finger was raised in front of Qin Ye.

Qin Ye looked at this internationally accepted friendly gesture and fell into a brief silence:

“Don’t give me the middle finger.”

"What does the middle finger mean?"

“…”

Qin Ye explained seriously, "Giving a middle finger means praising someone for being great. In our place, when we praise someone for being good at something, having extraordinary abilities, or recognizing someone, we use this gesture to praise the other person."

After saying that, she bent the man's middle finger back:

"Your Majesty, I am a very low-key person. I don't like to show off. So, don't make this gesture to me again in the future, okay?"

Zong Zhengchen understood, lowered his eyes, and looked at the woman's soft little hand holding his.

His eyes suddenly deepened:

"good……"

His voice deepened a little, as if carrying a deeper meaning.

Suddenly, he grasped the girl's hand, carried her to the bed in a flash, extinguished the candle, and pulled the quilt to cover both of them. His movements were clean and smooth.

By the time Qin Ye reacted, he was already in the man's arms, sleeping on the same pillow.

She tensed slightly:

"Zong Zhengchen..."

"Don't be nervous." In the dim room, a man's deep and pleasant voice was heard, "Ye'er, I admit that I did treat you badly before."

"Without your consent, I will not force you to do anything."