Rebirth of the eldest daughter

Chapter 194 The mink fights the mandarin duck
I saw the little white ferret standing on her chest, and the paws that slapped her cheeks still maintained the slapping posture.

Bai Mingwei reached out and grabbed its neck, picked it up and threw it back.

The little white ferret got up, cursed and rushed towards her, wanting to continue beating her.

Bai Mingwei pointed at it and shouted: "Stop! Otherwise I will castrate you!"

The little white ferret immediately stamped its feet, covered its face and cried.

It looked like he had been greatly wronged.

Bai Ming was slightly dizzy. The burn she had just suffered had left her hands and feet sore and weak. The bile remaining in her mouth was still nauseatingly bitter, and the injuries on her body also made her uncomfortable.

She rubbed her brows and then saw the person in front of her clearly.

She didn't feel murderous intent just now, and she didn't pay attention to the figure standing in front of her holding a torch.

But when she looked carefully and found that it was a face she had never seen before, she immediately became alert: "Who are you?!"

The man holding the torch did not speak. Apart from his height and gender, Bai Mingwei was unable to get any more information from him.

It's not because the torch isn't bright enough, it's just because this man has something unusual about him.

How unusual?
Even though Bai Mingwei was so careful, he couldn't remember his face after looking away.

He is like a shadow. Everyone knows that he is the shadow, but they cannot see his whole face.

So unfathomable, so elusive.

Bai Mingwei saw that the little white ferret was not hostile to the man. She probably guessed the man's identity. She withdrew her gaze and began to explore the surrounding environment.

Until she found herself lying in Feng Qingchen's arms. After a moment of daze, she immediately jumped up from Feng Qingchen's arms.

Maybe the movement was too big, and the wounds on Feng Qingchen's body were opened. He couldn't help but grunted, and leaned against the cold rock wall, and there was no movement for a while.

Bai Mingwei recalled that at the last moment before she fainted, it was Feng Qingchen who protected her in his arms again. This man must have been injured more than ever at this time.

She squatted next to Feng Qingchen, showing concern: "Feng Qingchen, are you okay? Where are you injured?"

Feng Qingchen leaned on her shoulder and groaned: "Ah, everything hurts, little girl, I feel like I'm broken into pieces, please hurry up and breathe for me."

Bai Ming frowned slightly and stretched out his hand to push his head away: "Are you sure it's okay to just huff?"

Feng Qingchen nodded solemnly: "Yes! Just puff. Hurry."

Bai Mingwei saw that Feng Qingchen still had a slippery mind, and his heart that was hanging high slowly fell back.

She ignored this strange request and was about to stand up, but Feng Qingchen pulled her sleeves.

"Stop making trouble." She looked back helplessly.

The voice stopped abruptly.

The bottom of the cave is not very big, and a torch obscures the surrounding scenery.

The fire danced, and the pine resin crackled as it burned.

There was a faint mist, and her eyes fell on Feng Qingchen through the looming mist.

Dressed in white, stained with mud.

The white silk covering his eyes was stained with some blood.

A strand of black hair hanging down gently covers her beautiful face, her nose is as thin as a knife, and her long eyebrows are like a sword, exuding a resolute and heroic spirit.

So beautiful, tough and strong.

He, who was spotless, fell into the dust, but still could not hide his splendor.

But on such a face that makes one blush and make one's heart beat, there is sadness and begging.

Bai Mingwei was so confused that he didn't let go of the hand holding his sleeve.

She slowly squatted down again and asked, "Where does it hurt?" Feng Qingchen lifted up the strand of hair hanging down, revealing her bruised forehead.

The blood from the small wound has scabbed over, but around the ulcer, a faint greenish black has fallen due to the collision.

Feng Qingchen pointed to the slightly raised place: "It hurts here, maybe it will get better after breathing."

Little Chuanyi was only three years old and would not believe this lame lie.

However, thinking about the end of the fall, it was still him who protected her with his life.

Bai Mingwei still held his cheek, and on the wound, he took a few breaths: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

The warm breath is mixed with the delicious pear fragrance.

For a moment, Feng Qingchen was stunned on the spot.

Obviously, he didn't seem to expect that Bai Mingwei would actually give him a hug.

But when this action caught him off guard, there was a little moisture in the corners of his eyes.

A long time ago, my mother held his face and gently blew on the small bump on his forehead caused by a bump.

He thought that with the death of his mother, this feeling would never happen again in this life...

Feng Qingchen was shocked, and so was Bai Mingwei.

She was crazy to act in such a childish way.

He was still there for a moment, still holding Feng Qingchen's cheek with his hand, and his slightly cool fingertips touched his hot skin.

Both of them seemed to be frozen...

The little white ferret looked at this scene and gritted his teeth in anger.

It jumped up, ready to fight the mandarin duck.

As a result, before he could jump very high, a man holding a torch stepped on his tail.

It hit the ground and chewed a mouth full of slime.

It was so angry that the hair all over its body exploded, and a sharp roar came from its mouth.

And these voices also brought the two of them back to their thoughts.

Bai Mingwei immediately let go of Feng Qingchen. In order to cover up her embarrassment, she coughed lightly, and then asked, "Where are you injured? I've been doing it for a long time, but you didn't say anything."

Feng Qingchen leaned against the rock wall. He shook his head slightly and smiled brightly, showing his white teeth: "I'm fine. I have a steel head and an iron arm. I can't break it."

The lingering bitter taste in his lips made Bai Ming slightly aware of something strange.

She asked: "What happened to me after I fell?"

Feng Qingchen's calm tone covered up the previous thrill and sorrow: "You fell down last night and you fainted. Then you developed a high fever, so I had to feed you bear bile."

Bai Mingwei was embarrassed to ask why he woke up in Feng Qingchen's arms.

But she was so hot that she fell into a cold cave without any source of warmth. In desperation, Feng Qingchen shared a cloak with her to keep her warm. This was a very reasonable reason.

The teachings of the Bai family and the influence of poetry and etiquette determined that she was a person who abided by etiquette at heart. It was not appropriate to have contact with a man in this way.

However, this was a last resort choice at a critical moment of life and death. She did not let herself get too entangled, but solemnly thanked you: "Thank you for saving me again."

Feng Qingchen's words seemed to come out of his mouth, but in fact, he found the right time to express each sentence.

He knew the bottom line that Bai Mingwei could not touch, so even though he was glib and looked like a frivolous lothario, Bai Mingwei was not disgusted by it.

At this moment, he did not take the opportunity to use any inappropriate language.

Facing Bai Mingwei's sincere thanks, he just smiled faintly: "If it were me, you wouldn't stand idly by, so why bother saying thank you?"

(End of this chapter)