"Really? I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention."
Mo Shisheng's apology was perfunctory and insincere, which drew a resentful look from Qingluan.
"What's wrong?"
Qingluan's resentful gaze was truly intense, and she kept covering her forehead with one hand, refusing to let go of the spot where she had been hit.
Mo Shisheng asked helplessly, but saw Qingluan haughtily snort, "I won't let you see."
"..."
Upon hearing this, Mo Shisheng raised an eyebrow and tapped the back of Ling Qingluan's hand that was covering her forehead. "Is this still the Qingluan I know? She's acting all haughty now?"
"Hmph ╭(╯^╰)╮."
When Mo Shisheng nudged her, Qingluan took a step back and let out a snort.
This scene suddenly reminded Mo Shisheng of the time in Yunwu Ridge, when she roasted a rabbit and Nan Xiao stole Qingluan's meat. Qingluan was just that arrogant.
Memories of the past suddenly flooded back, and Mo Shisheng felt a pang of nostalgia. A faint smile played on her lips. "Be good, take your hand away, let me take a look."
"But...it's ugly..."
Qingluan was still a little awkward, her face contorted in a pained expression, "I didn't expect you to be doing something so intimate with me, so..."
(酱: like this, 酿: like that.)
"..."
Mo Shisheng's lips twitched slightly, and he directly removed Qingluan's hand from her forehead. "Forget about what just happened. Look how swollen your head is."
"Oh? Is it very swollen? Does it look ugly?"
Qingluan's tone was somewhat nervous, which Mo Shisheng could understand; all girls love beauty, without exception.
"I'm applying the medicine to you, so don't move around."
Mo Shisheng gently tapped Qingluan's nose with one hand, and Qingluan's eyes followed the touch, turning her eyes cross.
"..."
Knowing that Mo Shisheng was holding back her laughter, she removed her hand, took out a porcelain bottle from her sleeve, and put a piece of white, transparent ointment into Qingluan's swollen forehead with her fingertip.
The force was very light.
The cool, refreshing sensation immediately relieved most of the pain.
Qingluan blinked, too afraid to move. "Is this bag going to disappear soon?"
"over thinking."
Mo Shisheng glanced at Qingluan indifferently, then stuffed the porcelain bottle into her hand, "Apply it for a couple of times and it will be fine."
"Huh? Two more?"
Upon hearing the time, Qingluan's face turned sour again, and her mouth could hold an oil lamp. "Shisheng, can't you hurry up?"
"Let's see if you learn your lesson next time. You walk so recklessly."
Mo Shisheng glanced at Qingluan and said, "Don't let the wound get wet. You've already scraped your skin. If it gets wet, it will take longer to heal."
"..."
After hearing Mo Shisheng's words, Qingluan felt utterly hopeless. "If I had known, I wouldn't have bothered. I only went over because I saw the door wasn't closed, and then..."
"Stop! That's enough, don't do that."
Knowing that Qingluan was about to bring up what had just happened, Mo Shisheng raised her hand to interrupt her, pinching Qingluan's face with one hand, "Forget about what just happened!"
"I can't forget it!"
With tears welling up in her eyes, Qingluan pointed to the large bump on her forehead, "I won't be able to forget that incident until it disappears!"
"..."
That makes perfect sense, and she was speechless.
Perhaps because she had slept too much, Mo Shisheng was not sleepy at all. She walked gently to the stone table, sat down, rested her chin on one hand, and looked at the vast sky.
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