Wen Jing, who was originally just a little stunned, was completely frozen this time.
The tip of my nose still lingers with the feeling of the little girl’s gentle touch, soft and sweet.
It feels a little wet and soft, like petals.
It's terrible.
This feeling.
The numbness from the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail made Wen Jing want to swear.
What's so good about being good? What's the reward?! Does this little girl know who she is talking to?
Wen Jing's eyelids twitched as he watched Chu Ci open the white porcelain bottle next to him, pour out the medicine powder and sprinkle it on his injured area.
Well, this little girl probably really doesn’t know.
The tip of his nose moved slightly and he sniffed the medicine sprinkled on his paws.
A medium-grade elixir of average quality, a quality he had never used before.
Wen Jing was very skeptical about how long it would take for the wound to heal with this elixir.
Then I saw the little girl turned around and took out two small wooden planks from somewhere.
Wen Jing: ...
Seeing the look in Chu Ci's eyes, Wen Jing subconsciously staggered back two steps and tried to run, but was grabbed back by Chu Ci again.
Finally, the front paws were tied and fixed with the wooden board, and Chu Ci put something like a bandage on the little fiery fur ball, which looked a bit out of place and made it very inconvenient for Wen Jing to walk.
"Squeak." He squeaked in dissatisfaction, and waved the fixed claw in the direction of Chu Ci in dissatisfaction.
The little girl blinked, raised her hand to touch his head, and commented, "Cute."
I am a majestic fairy beast, I don’t need to be cute.
Wen Jing looked at Chu Ci's innocent little face, breathed a sigh of relief, squatted down, and looked at his hand that was forcibly bandaged with a pair of golden-red eyes. He seemed to be sulking.
"Be honest and you will be rewarded." Chu Ci stood up and pinched his ear again.
Wen Jing didn't bother to pay attention to her. He leaned down to avoid Chu Ci's hand that wanted to touch him. He just lay on the bed, watching Chu Ci turn around, raise his hand and start... taking off his clothes.
Wen Jing: ???
The weather was not cold, and the little girl was wearing thin clothes. Before Wen Jing could react, the dusty pink dress had been pulled down most of the way.
Her thin and round shoulders had a light pink hue, and the scratches on her arms were particularly eye-catching against her fair skin.
She leaned slightly to one side, and her small and exquisite chest with a subtle curve struck Wen Jing, the old monster who had been single since birth.
The little girl didn't stop moving. She took off all her clothes and threw them aside. Then she took out a light blue dress from the cabinet next to her and put it on. Only then did she look up at him.
Her little nose wrinkled slightly. Wen Jing paused and looked down at the bed sheet where she had lain. There were black claw marks and a cloud of dust left by the place where his hair had rubbed against her.
Wen Jing: ...
Chu Ci took advantage of Wen Jing's lack of reaction and raised her hand to hold Wen Jing down, lightly tapping the tip of his nose with her finger. "Little dirty devil."
There is actually a feeling of being pampered by God.
'Wen Jing's love value +5, currently 14.'
Wen Jing looked at the little girl's serious expression, thought about the fighting ability the little girl had shown before, and thought about his current injuries, and finally collapsed on the bed resigned to his fate.
Okay, okay, do whatever you want.
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