"Don't call me sister, we are not that familiar. Just call me Miss Qing," Qiqing said coldly.
"I...I know. I'm sorry, Miss Qing. I just feel happy when I see you and want to get closer to you."
Dugu Meng's face was full of humiliation and he looked shaky. Suddenly he covered his heart with his hand.
As if she couldn't bear the pain, she took a few heavy breaths: "Um, Cui'er, I feel so uncomfortable..."
Dugu Meng leaned against the maid and slowly fell down. Looking in the direction of Ning Anan, he cried out in pain: "Brother Anan..."
"Miss...Miss, what's wrong with you?" Dugu Meng's maid Cui'er supported Dugu Meng and shouted loudly.
Ning Anan is a doctor, and Dugu Meng was once a patient to whom he owed something.
So he walked over immediately, grabbed Dugu Meng's wrist and took his pulse.
Ning An'an frowned and said to Dugu Meng's maid, "First, Meng... lay Miss Dugu flat on the ground... Do you have the medicine?"
When Dugu Meng heard Ning Anan's address to him, an expression of disbelief appeared on his face, and it was distorted for a moment.
Patients with heart palpitations need to take medication for a long time and should always carry medicine with them.
"Yes, Brother An An, the medicine is here," Dugu Meng stretched out his hand with difficulty and handed a medicine bag hanging around his waist to Ning An An, staring at Ning An An without blinking.
"Brother An An, this medicine bag, you..." remember?
"Now, talk less and take a deep breath." Ning Anan took the medicine bag without any expression of surprise or joy. It seemed as if she was holding an ordinary medicine bag.
In fact, this was indeed an ordinary medicine bag, even though Ning Anan remembered that when she sent Dugu Meng down the mountain, she secretly put a few tonics in the medicine bag for Dugu Meng.
It was impossible for him to remember the medicine bag he had picked up at random.
Looking at Ning Anan's reaction, Dugu Meng closed his eyes. If most of the heart discomfort just now was fake, then this time his heart was really uncomfortable.
Qiqing watched Ning Anan carefully examine Dugu Meng, grind the pills carefully, hold Dugu Meng's head, and feed him the medicine spoonful by spoonful.
Qiqing surprisingly did not feel angry. She just looked at Ning Anan, who was concentrating on doing something, and found her extremely attracted.
All the people and things I once knew have long been lost in the long river of time. After a thousand years of slumber, loneliness suddenly awakens and I remember everything.
Qiqing ultimately lacks a sense of belonging and identity; this world is unfamiliar to her.
The only things that have some connection with the past thousands of years ago are probably the magic sword and Yu's magic song.
From Qingyun Mountain to Yunlang Shengyuan, and then to today's Beihuang.
From Ning Anan to Bai Ziyu, Bai Ziche...Huangfu Lingao.
All of this was too short. We spent too much time together, but the memories we had together were too short.
In the face of a thousand years, everything seems too short, and the seven emotions are eager for more and more.
Just like her body, which was never full, her soul was also hungry.
She didn't understand why Ning Anan could focus on one thing, just as she didn't understand why Ning Anan was so persistent in staying by her side.
But it was obvious that Ning An'an was obsessed with this matter of his, which made her happy, so she would never allow Ning An'an to stop until he died.
Naturally, Ning An'an's focused expression attracted more than just Qiqing.
Dugu Meng, who had recovered a little, also looked at Ning Anan infatuatedly. She was leaning in Cui'er's arms at this moment, letting Ning Anan feed her medicine one spoonful at a time.
It was like going back to the age of 12, when the girl was beginning to fall in love, and the gentle older brother was patiently but clumsily coaxing the hard-working girl.
For some people, gentleness is their true nature. However, for those who have been in darkness for a long time, it can be a fatal temptation.
Who doesn't want to keep this rare tenderness forever? At this moment, Dugu Meng and Qiqing's ideas coincided with each other.
After Dugu Meng's breathing stabilized, Cui'er helped him sit on a chair and poured him a glass of water.
While stroking Dugu Meng's back, he did not forget to scold Qi Qing:
"You, this woman, our young lady, is kind-hearted and kind-hearted, but you speak ill of her. It's really too much!"
Dugu Meng quickly stopped him and said, "Cui'er, don't talk nonsense..." Then he quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Brother An'an.
Cui Er has been spoiled by me, and she speaks her mind. She didn't mean it, so don't blame her. I apologize on her behalf."
It was an apology, but it was not to Bei Qiqing, but to Ning Anan.
Ning Anan frowned. He couldn't allow anyone to say anything bad about Qiqing, and was about to speak.
Then the girl named Cui Er shouted indignantly, "Miss, you are being bullied because you are kind-hearted.
Just now you were so angry that you had a heart attack. If anything happens to you, how can I explain it to the master? "
Cui'er had a very loud voice, and there were already many people paying attention to them intentionally or unintentionally.
Many people heard this shout and thought that Miss Meng was so angry at the woman in purple that she had a heart attack.
These people came from far away, and I guess they don't know Miss Meng's identity, so they dare to be so rude.
Many people who heard Cui'er's words were discussing how to vent Miss Meng's anger.
Many people even squeezed outside the box.
"Is Miss Meng okay?"
"Alas, Miss Meng is too kind-hearted."
"That's right, that's right. Do you know who Miss Meng is? You came to the base of Posha City and dared to be so rude to Miss Meng."
"That's right, I think he's just tired of living..."
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"Okay, Cui'er, stop talking. Don't tell Daddy about what happened just now. I'll be fine after a rest. Miss Qing didn't mean it..."
Dugu Meng's gentle voice sounded slowly, and her generous and appropriate attitude of settling things peacefully once again won everyone's praise.
"Ms. Meng, you are really beautiful and kind-hearted."
"Yes, yes, that's right. We should tell Master Dugu and the city lord to drive these people out of the Northern Wasteland."
"That's right..."
"Alas, Miss Meng is generous and doesn't want to make a fuss. Don't you have to apologize to Miss Meng?"
"That's right, I must apologize..."
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Qi Qing actually felt much more comfortable. He leaned back gently on the chair and looked at those people who were talking at once and trying to vent their anger on Dugu Meng's behalf.
He curled the corners of his lips in a very good mood, and the noisy voices miraculously diluted the emptiness and coldness in Qiqing's heart.
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