After seeing Qingshan off, Luo Wenyuan was about to turn around and go back to his room when Qingshan leaned against the door and beckoned him with a finger. Luo Wenyuan felt his heart beating faster, as if seven or eight cat claws were scratching at his heart, and his feet automatically walked to Qingshan without control.
"W-what?"
Qingshan's slender white fingers rested on Luo Wenyuan's chest, gently numb his strong pectoral muscles. Luo Wenyuan felt a tingling sensation where Qingshan's fingers touched, and the sensation spread rapidly, tightening his waist and abdominal muscles like an electric shock.
"Did you have fun today?"
"H-Happily..."
Luo Wenyuan felt puzzled. He clearly wanted to show his disdain in a proud and arrogant manner, but it was as if he had been cursed and he blurted out the truth.
Qingshan continued to draw circles on his chest with his fingers: "Then I'll play with you when I have the chance next time, okay?"
"……good."
Luo Wenyuan's old face turned red and he lowered his head. He felt it was quite embarrassing to be teased like a child by a little girl.
"Can you fall asleep on your own? Do you want me to stay with you?"
Luo Wenyuan's throat was dry. The rational and impulsive villains in his mind started a new round of game. Asking Qingshan to sleep with him was really a sweet torture. However, the rational villain lost this time. The impulsive villain made Luo Wenyuan forget the struggle between his conscience and man in the morning.
"Uh... okay..."
Qingshan gently pushed Luo Wenyuan away by half a palm with his fingers. He glanced at him and then lowered his eyelids. His thick raven-feather eyelashes hid the mischievous smile in his eyes.
"What's so good about that! You're already so old and still need someone to sleep with you? How childish!"
The door slammed shut. Luo Wenyuan stared at the tightly closed door, gritting his teeth in hatred: "You heartless little bastard! Who insisted on me sleeping with you last night? Okay, I'll remember everything and settle the score later!"
Qingshan leaned against the door and heard the sound of the door opposite closing. He covered his mouth and giggled for a long time, then entered the medicine bracelet space with the silver ear and red light.
She had just tapped her finger on Luo Wenyuan's chest, injecting a small amount of spiritual power into his body, which then circulated along the eleven sleeping points (dizziness points). Luo Wenyuan would definitely be able to sleep well tonight.
Originally, the space consisted of only two acres of medicinal fields, which were densely planted with medicinal herbs amidst the green hills. The stems, leaves, and flowers of the herbs were closely intertwined and entangled with each other, creating a truly original and messy beauty.
Now with plenty of open space, Qingshan decided to redesign the herb garden. With a thought, all the ripe Chinese herbs in the field were automatically sorted, harvested, prepared, and stored in the Qiankun medicine cabinet. The herb garden returned to a bare expanse of black soil, with only a large area of fruit trees and vegetables planted near the Lingtan Pond.
Qingshan made many small fences with bamboo strips, enclosing dozens of rows of 20-square-meter square plots, leaving walking paths, and planted Chinese medicinal herbs within the fences.
With the restriction of the fence, these herbs can grow in their own plots and will no longer be entangled with each other. Moreover, herbal Chinese medicines and perennial Chinese medicines can be separated, and the medicine garden finally looks like a proper one.
There is still a lot of land left, which will be left empty for now. Qingshan plans to select some seeds and plant grains when he has the chance, and replace the staple food at home with the fine products from the space in the future.
Luo Wenyuan was right. Hong Deng was indeed responsible for beauty. After entering the space, she flew off to the jujube tree to get some beauty sleep. Only Yin'er worked tirelessly, repeatedly bringing water from the spiritual pond to Qingshan with a small bucket in her mouth. She also used her claws to dig a hole, and after Qingshan had placed the medicinal seeds, she would use her nose to dig up the soil and cover it.
After all the seeds in the first ten rows of medicine cabinets were planted, Qingshan and Yin'er collapsed on the ground exhausted. The man and the dog snuggled up to each other, watching a layer of green sprouts emerge from the fence, feeling infinitely satisfied.
Tremella fuciformis's parvovirus has been cured and it no longer needs to drink the whitehead soup, but it has fallen in love with the taste of lotus root. After resting enough, it ran to the side of the spiritual pond and squatted, looking cute at the green mountains.
Qingshan picked up a white lotus root as thick as his arm, shared it with the new "farming expert", and ate it. Ignoring the red light, he took the white fungus back to his room to sleep.
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