"Lost money! Lost money!"

Finally, I could see a little sign, but was pinched by the bastard. Lin Qianzhao was like a crazy rabbit, and her eyes were scarlet and crushed the white jade cake in her hand: "If you don't let him lose everything, I-I will be so angry!"

Only He Xiaochen wiped away the cold sweat from his forehead: "Calm down, calm down."

Zhenxiao was shocked by the crazy attitudes of the two men before. After hearing this, Youyou nodded. He Sect He is worthy of being his opponent of mutual appreciation and can remain rational until now.

However, after a moment, He Xiaochen continued seriously: "Pei Ji should be beaten, but Ningning is innocent. If he is letting his whole family be broken and unable to afford to eat, wouldn't that little girl suffer? It's not right or wrong!"

Lin Qian and Tian Xianzi both showed a sudden enlightenment when they heard this: "I am worthy of being the leader He, and I can still maintain my rationality until now. I really appreciate each other!"

True Night:...

OK, very good, you should go to the orangutan to attract, it's because he is not worthy.

The secret realm has had a turmoil, and Pei Ji, as the initiator of everything, sat quietly beside the bed.

Injury is common for him, and nothing is worth making a fuss. However, this kind of small thing that is as common as drinking a cold and freeze, once it happens to Ningning, it makes him feel inexplicably upset.

wrong.

Rather than saying "upset", perhaps "upset" is more appropriate, and your chest is stuffy and uncomfortable.

This is a very annoying strange feeling.

Not only him, Chengying is the same.

Because he grew up with Pei Ji, he saw this child being scolded and scolded in a dark room, and changed from a white ball made of jade to a scar that is now covered with scars. Over time, he gradually got used to Pei Ji's luck as if possessed by a bad god and would not react too much to the pain.

But as soon as I saw Ningning's injuries, I immediately trembled all over and looked away, and the pain was like a heartbreaking old mother.

Pei Ji dipped ointment on his thumb and leaned forward: "It may hurt a little."

Ning Ning stretched out her hand forward and nodded obediently: "I'm not afraid of pain."

Her arms were slender and white, and her fingers were thin and long, just like frost and snow condensed on her fingertips, making her faint cold and beautiful white.

The scar stretched across the wrist bone, like a hideous scratch on the snow-white ivory, with a light blood color, which looked particularly terrifying.

Pei Ji's eyes were slightly dimmed, and he pressed her wrist with his left hand, and his right thumb gently fell on the edge of the wound.

The ointment penetrated into the flesh and blood, like a sharp knife cutting through the skin, and Ningning's fingers trembled.

He learned to apply medicine to himself since he was a child. Later, he became older and felt that healing was optional. If it was a less serious wound, he would skip the steps of applying medicine and wait for it to heal itself and leave scars.

——Anyway, he should be very used to this matter.

But when my fingers touched Ningning's skin, I suddenly felt a little hesitant.

After a brief pause, Pei Ji slowly moved his thumb and passed her scar very lightly and slowly.

His fingers were not like Ningning. Although they were slender, they had several old wounds and calluses. When they passed by the girl's white and tender wrists, they brought a faint and unclear feeling of caress.

This is a reflection of the difference in childhood life, which shows the huge difference in identity between the two. She never cared about this detail, but Pei Ji was bored.

The gap between them was still too big and too big after all, and he didn't know when he would catch up with her.

Ning Ning sat on the bed and didn't dare to move. She occasionally raised her eyes curiously, looked at Pei Ji's appearance, and quickly looked away.

He was very beautiful, with slender eyes and dark pupils. When he lowered his eyelashes to apply medicine to her, his long eyelashes trembled quietly, reminding her of the butterfly's wings.

The redness in the eyes reflects the tears mole at the corners of the eyes, which is particularly prominent under the cold and white skin. The messy forehead hair falls lightly, reducing the coldness and fierceness, adding a docile and harmless aura of weakness.

This looks, it seems, quite pleasant.

"Why are you so careful, Pei Xiaoji."

Chengying joked at him in his heart: "You are not applying medicine, like you are planning to pawn a family heirloom and say your final goodbye to it - it was not the case when you applied medicine to yourself. Good guy, when he closed his eyes and pursed his mouth, the potion poured onto the wound. You could hear the sound of blood spurts. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk t

Pei Ji's eyebrows flicked slightly, and he continued to give his ideas: "I'll tell you, it's absolutely not possible to apply medicine like this. We need a more lethal means - when you finish applying the ointment, you lower your head and blow it on her wound. Wow, this blow! It's definitely a small spark of tenderness and sweetness, and a small sapling that is on the same eyebrows! It's so romantic!"

Pei Ji silently wrote down in his heart: the first thousand and eighty-second time I wanted to kill this middle-aged uncle.

He ignored Chengying's bad idea. Ningning's scars were not long, and he applied ointment after a long time. When his fingers left her arm, the tenderness and tenderness of the girl's body remained.

"Thank you."

Ning Ning didn't understand the layers of thoughts under his indifferent gaze, and chuckled and planned to withdraw his right arm. Unexpectedly, Pei Ji's left hand, which was supported on her wrist, did not release.

Even pressed hard as she was about to pull away.

Ningning's heart thumped and looked at him in surprise.

Pei Ji didn't seem to have expected that he would do this subconsciously. He gritted his teeth in embarrassment. His fingers, with clear joints, subconsciously tightened. He hesitated for a while before he spoke, his tone was so low that it was outrageous: "Senior Sister."

"Um?"

Ningning responded without thinking too much. Seeing Pei Ji lifting his still slightly red eyes, he didn't even look at her, and quickly lowered his head.

Then she blew gently on the back of her hand, just opposite the wound.

Chengying was stunned for a moment.

Chengying rolled around, and the spirit body was like a drunken butterfly ascended to heaven: "Ah hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe he

The action ended very quickly. Before Ningning realized what was going on, her fingertips moved in a conditioned reflex.

...It's a little itchy.

This breath was suppressed very low, and in the sultry midsummer, it was like a quiet breeze, with a little cool air, passing by where she was burned.

After a while, it was like a wisp of sweet spring that suddenly fell, quietly seeping into the bones and blood. Most of the burning pain that had not long ago disappeared, leaving only the cold touch of the blood and nerves, as if there was nothing.

This really didn't look like the action that Pei Ji could do, and he was really clumsy, his whole body was visible to the naked eye at that moment, his cheeks bulging like a frog-

No, it's not a frog. Ning Ning apologized to him in his heart, it should be a round and white marshmallow.

After venting, Pei Ji put down her hand expressionlessly. Because he deliberately sternly, he acted like he drew his sword and chopped people.

"You are..."

The person in front of him seemed to be more at a loss than her. Ningning was amused by his reaction, paused for a moment, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was deeper: "Give me the fairy spirit?"

Not only did the junior sister blush and shy, she also joked him without any mercy.

It turns out that this is the "Tender and sweet flower, the seedling that holds the face to the face" mentioned by Chengying, which is so romantic.

Pei Ji felt like a fire was burning behind his ears, and his eyebrows were thundering.

He began to think very seriously about how to kill someone who would not die.

"I heard that this will make you less painful. The cold air can-"

He originally planned to explain nonsense, but he became more upset as he spoke. The heat from his ears almost spread to his face. He simply stopped quibbling and directly changed the topic coldly: "You still have injuries on your face, continue to apply medicine."

Ningning didn't know who Pei Ji heard this method from him, and he could see his embarrassment at this moment at a glance, so he nodded according to the other party's wishes and did not bother with this issue: "Then thank you junior brother."

Chengying was probably worried that Pei Ji would be cheated by it and did not speak again after he succeeded in his plan. He finally got purified, but when his fingers touched the wound on Ningning's face, it became even more difficult to purify.

The side face and wrist are two completely different concepts. Before, when Pei Ji was applying medicine, he could deliberately avoid her gaze and look at each other, but now...

His strands of black hair scattered downwards, almost overlapping with Ningning's black hair.

Wherever her eyes were her white cheeks and slightly curled red lips. The gentle fragrance of flowers covered most of the medicinal fragrance. With just one move of her thumb, you could feel the warm touch as soft as cotton.

The scars on her face were deeper, and it hurt even more when applying the medicine. Ning Ning didn't get used to it for a while, and subconsciously shrank back.

Pei Jiben was concentrating on applying medicine. When he saw her frowning, his head swaying. Without having time to think about anything else, he instinctively stretched out his left hand and pressed steadily on the other cheek.

This action was caught off guard. When Bingliang and slender fingers touched Ningning's side face, the two of them were stunned at the same time.

The hand was cold and thin, like a piece of cold and hard iron, without much soft touch.

Ningning felt like she was caught on the spot while sleeping in class. She held her breath and straightened her body straightened. After realizing the reason why he did this, she said hurriedly: "Sorry, sorry...! I won't move anymore."

She naturally and confidently felt that with Pei Ji's personality, she should have let go soon.

However, he unexpectedly did not do this, but let out a low "um" sound, moved his thumb slightly to his chin, adjusted his posture, and put the entire cheek in his palm.

Pei Ji's movements were not aggressive, as if it was an extremely natural reaction. When he touched Ning Ning's surprised gaze, his eyes were as dark as the tide, and his voice was much stiffer and deeper than usual: "Don't move."

Of course she... won't move around.

Very close, unable to move.

The face was filled with the cold touch of the young man's fingertips, and the ones that were close to him were Pei Ji's angular side face.

Ningning was forced to look at his eyes. The surface was as quiet as a chicken, but her heart was beating like a drum, hanging in the air and shaking constantly: "Okay."

She didn't know what to say, and her body was still stiff and could not move at all. She could only grab the sheet with her right hand and quickly loosen it. Many thoughts flashed through her mind.

For example, Pei Ji's appearance on medicine can be called "gentle". This word seems to be particularly incompatible with him, but few people know that he is indeed a gentle person in his bones.

For example, Pei Ji's fingers are cold, but his body is warm and hot. When he leans over and approaches her—

Bah, Bah, she was thinking about something.

Ning Ning was silent for a long time, and to break the silent atmosphere where no one spoke, she spoke tentatively: "Pei Ji, what do you want to eat when we leave the secret realm?"

Pei Ji frowned: "You're determined."

"What are you going to do after a while?"

"You decide."
To be continued...