Wen Jing, who was originally a little stunned, completely froze this time.

There was still the feeling left by the little girl's gentle touch at the tip of her nose, which was gentle and sweet.

It feels wet and soft like a petal.

It's deadly.

This feeling.

From the tip of the nose to the tip of the tail, Wen Jing wanted to swear.

What a good thing? What a reward?! Does this little girl know who she is saying this to?

Watching Chu Ci open the white porcelain bottle next to him and pour out the powder and sprinkle it on the injured place. Wen Jing's eyelids twitched.

Well, this little girl probably really doesn't know.

The tip of his nose moved slightly, and he sniffed the wound medicine that was sprinkling on his claws.

Medium-sized elixir with average quality, a quality he had never used before.

Wen Jing was very suspicious of when to use this spiritual medicine to heal the wound.

Then I saw the little girl turn around and get two small wooden boards from somewhere.

Wenjing:...

Looking at the expression in Chu Ci's eyes, Wen Jing subconsciously staggered back two steps to run, but Chu Ci caught him back again.

Finally, the front paws were tied and fixed by the wooden board. Chu Ci had a bandage on the small fire-colored hair ball, which seemed a bit inconsistent, making Wen Jing very inconvenient to walk.

"Squeak." He squeaked dissatisfiedly, and the fixed claw swung in the direction of Chu Ci in dissatisfaction.

The little girl blinked her eyes, 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 look and took a breath. She squatted down with her little body. Her golden and red eyes looked at her hand that was forcibly bandaged, and she looked like she was sulking.

"Be honest, there is a reward." Chu Ci stood up and pinched his ears again.

Wen Jing was too lazy to pay attention to her, so he leaned down and avoided Chu Ci's hand that he wanted to touch him. He lay on the bed, watched Chu Ci turn around, raised his hand and began to untidy....

Wenjing:???

The weather was not cold, and the little girl was wearing thin clothes. Before Wen Jing could react, she had already pulled most of the dusty pink skirt shirt down.

Her thin and round shoulders had a faint pink color, and the scratches on her arms looked particularly eye-catching on her fair skin.

She turned her body slightly, and the small and exquisite side of her chest had a subtle curve, impacting Wen Jing, the single old monster of the mother and the fetus.

The little girl's movements had not stopped. She took off her clothes and threw them aside. Then she took out a light blue dress from the cabinet next to her and put them on. She raised her eyes and looked at him.

Her little nose wrinkled slightly, Wen Jing paused, looked down at the bed sheets that she had lie down, the black claw marks, and the areas where his hair rubbed against him were also left with dust.

Wenjing:...

While Wen Jing was not reacting, Chu Ci raised his hand and pressed Wen Jing down, and pointed his fingers slightly at the tip of his nose, "Little dirty ghost."

It actually feels like he is pampering with a horse.

‘Wenjing’s love value is 5, currently 14.’

Wen Jing looked at the little girl's serious expression, thought about the combat power she had shown before, and then thought about the injuries she had suffered now, and finally went to the bed to accept her fate and paralyzed.
Chapter completed!