1854 Teasing, is this taking off clothes or taking off clothes

The intense pain caused Feng Qingchen's mind to go blank for a moment. When she came to her senses, she found that the Ninth Prince was holding a hemostat and was stopping her bleeding. His technique was almost replicating her previous action.

This kind of incredible talent made Feng Qingchen deeply envious. Compared with the Ninth Uncle, they, a group of ordinary people, really had no reason to live.

Feng Qingchen took a breath, took the hemostatic forceps from the Ninth Uncle, and comforted him: "Don't worry, just stop the bleeding."

After all, he was not a professional. No matter how talented the Ninth Prince was, he was not as professional as Feng Qingchen. Feng Qingchen stopped the bleeding in a few moves. When he handed the forceps to the Ninth Prince, he smiled weakly: "Next, just clean and sew it up."

"Yeah." The Ninth Prince's facial muscles were a little stiff. After putting the instruments back, he helped Feng Qingchen up as requested.

After sitting up straight, Feng Qingchen endured the pain and silently cleaned up the wound. He bit his lips countless times in pain, but his hands did not shake. When the wound was sutured, Feng Qingchen looked like he had been fished out of the water, with his hands placed limply at his sides.

"I have no strength left. Please bandage it for me and then clean it for me. It's too dirty." Feng Qingchen gasped and could not open his eyelids.

The Ninth Prince leaned over, pecked Feng Qingchen lightly on the lips, and then bandaged Feng Qingchen very gently.

Feng Qingchen narrowed his eyes slightly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips. It seemed that the wound was not that painful.

The Ninth Prince was not good at using a knife, but he was very skilled at bandaging wounds. Feng Qingchen was only distracted for a moment, and the wound was bandaged. Even a picky Feng Qingchen had to give a thumbs up and praise the Ninth Prince: "You are no longer a prince, but you can be a military doctor."

Is this a compliment?

Considering that Feng Qingchen was injured, the Ninth Prince did not bother with Feng Qingchen and adjusted her position so that she could lie more comfortably.

After resting for a while, Feng Qingchen recovered and thought about taking a shower. She looked too dirty. The Ninth Prince, a mysophobia man, could tolerate it, but she couldn't.

My body was covered in mud and blood, and I had sweated a lot before. Now this guy was clinging to me in a sticky way, making me feel extremely uncomfortable.

"You drove everyone away, who will serve me?" Feng Qingchen moved his body, pointed at his wound, and looked depressed.

"This king." The Ninth Prince rolled up his sleeves and carried Feng Qingchen to the water's edge. He could still do this little thing.

Feng Qingchen looked at the Ninth Uncle with some doubt: "Can you do it?"

"It's not the first time." The Ninth Prince gave Feng Qingchen a cold dagger.

What men cannot accept the most is that women doubt him. Although it is not that meaning, men really don't like to hear these three words.

"But, this is the first time, and my injury is on my chest." Feng Qingchen didn't think about it that way, so she naturally didn't understand why the Ninth Prince was unhappy. She just opened her arms to make it easier for the Ninth Prince to take off her clothes.

"Hiss..." The wound was torn open with this movement. Even though it hurt so much that it was numb, Feng Qingchen couldn't help but gasp.

Compared with the Ninth Uncle, her ability to endure pain needs to be improved.

"Don't move." The Ninth Prince held Feng Qingchen with one hand, and with the other hand, he took the dagger tied to Feng Qingchen's calf: "Lean on me."

The Ninth Prince picked up the dagger and began to cut through his clothes from behind. The cold and sharp tip of the knife passed over his skin, and Feng Qingchen couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Don't move." The Ninth Prince's face was serious. Feng Qingchen stiffened and nodded repeatedly.

It's so scary, isn't it? If the Ninth Prince is not steady, or if she moves, she will be stabbed again.

How she wanted to tell the Ninth Prince that clothes don’t need to be taken off like this, just cut the top and you can pull it off. Is the Ninth Prince taking off his clothes, or is he taking off his clothes?

The tip of the knife passed by, and the clothes were torn. When the Ninth Prince put away the knife, he pulled it gently, and the clothes on Feng Qingchen slid down along the curve of her body and piled up at her feet.

At this point, Feng Qingchen was standing naked in front of the Ninth Uncle.

Taking off these clothes is... so exciting.

"You did it on purpose." Feng Qingchen's face flushed red as she glared at the Ninth Uncle angrily.

At this time, she still didn't understand the man's intentions, so she was stupid.

Well, she was a fool in herself because she just stood there and cooperated like an idiot. She was really stupid.

"Very beautiful." The Ninth Prince curled his lips and smiled, revealing a charming smile.

And she's smiling so brightly!

Feng Qingchen couldn't help but gnashing her teeth. She was now certain that the times she was bullied by the Ninth Prince Uncle before were not her fault at all, but that the Ninth Prince Uncle bullied her on purpose.

This man is so evil.

"You've learned bad things." She didn't know who she learned these tricks from, but she used them all on her. She wanted to let her know that she could beat people to the point where they couldn't take care of themselves.

"Ahem... I'll help you bathe." The Ninth Prince pretended not to hear, turned his face away calmly, and carried Feng Qingchen into the bathtub.

The silky skin slid across his palm, and the Ninth Prince admitted that he wanted Feng Qingchen, but unfortunately the timing was wrong and the time was not enough.

The Ninth Prince sighed with regret and resigned himself to cleaning Feng Qingchen, carefully avoiding the wound to prevent it from getting wet.

After taking a bath, the Ninth Prince was soaked all over. Besides being splashed with water, he was also very hot. Feng Qingchen was also very soft and weak after taking a bath. As soon as he came out of the water, beads of sweat appeared on his body.

"Next time, let the maid do it." She would rather let the maid help than have the Ninth Prince bathe her. It was too painful.

The Ninth Prince smiled without saying anything. After drying Feng Qingchen, he took the clothes beside him. He was not in a hurry to put them on Feng Qingchen, but spread them out one by one.

Bellyband, underwear... No matter how generous Feng Qingchen was, he couldn't help but feel ashamed and angry at this moment: "What the hell are you doing? Do you want me to put on clothes?"

This man was so scary when he turned evil. She still liked the serious and solemn look of the Ninth Prince. She had no idea how to deal with his extremely evil look.

"First check if there is anything wrong with the clothes. These clothes were prepared by Xiling." This time, Feng Qingchen really misunderstood the Ninth Uncle. The Ninth Uncle really had no other intentions. These were the clothes Feng Qingchen wore next to her body, and the Ninth Uncle was just worried that there might be something wrong.

Well, people with evil minds will also think evil things. Feng Qingchen closed his eyes and decided not to see it.

At this time, the Ninth Prince didn't know what to say except laughing.

After a lot of effort, the Ninth Prince finally dressed Feng Qingchen. Looking at the gradually brightening sky, the Ninth Prince sighed softly, "Qingchen, it's time for me to go."

"It seems to be getting late. Will you be in time?" Feng Qingchen just then remembered that the Ninth Prince was going to enter the city today. Now it was daybreak. Could the Ninth Prince rush back and meet up with the Dongling army?

"Don't worry, I have my own way." It was indeed too late, but solutions are thought of by people. The Ninth Prince was not worried, nor did he regret turning back before leaving.

You know, if he hadn't thought of Feng Qingchen's lost look before leaving, the Ninth Prince would not have turned back. If he hadn't turned back, he would have regretted letting Feng Qingchen face danger alone...