Young man, please stay

Chapter 25
  "So, you are really afraid of... uh..."

Qin Lang looked at the girl in black who was holding his clothes. He thought for a moment and changed the word "ghost" instead of using the word "ghost":

"...Are you afraid of dirty things?"

When Gu Jin heard this, in addition to her thumb and index finger, she extended an extra finger.

Three delicate fingers grasped Qin Lang's clothes together. The girl still tilted her head, but responded to Qin Lang's question:

"Ah…!"

"What a fart..."

Qin Lang was almost amused by this guy. He gently held her beautiful chin and turned her little face:
  "Isn't your neck sore when you talk and look at people and twist like this all the time?"

"..."

"That day, I just said casually, people also said that cats and dogs can see unclean things. If they are like you, wouldn't every household dare not keep them?"

After Qin Lang said this, Gu Jin finally spoke and whispered four words:
  "Cats are different."

"Huh? Why is it different?"

"The cat...is very well-behaved..."

"What you say...isn't it partiality? Cats are good, but dogs are not?"

"Stupid dog."

And always silly and spineless.

Gu Jin had seen a puppy in a pawn shop in Beijing before. The owner accidentally stepped on her and hurt her. The first day she was lying on the ground sulking, as if she never wanted to care about anyone again.

As a result, just the next day, just because her master touched her and said a few nice words to her, she forgave her master as if he didn't care, and became her usual loyal and silly self...

So Gu Jin doesn't like dogs, but likes cats.

"No matter how well-behaved the cat is, if it can see dirty things, would you still like it?"

"..."

The girl raised her chin slightly and looked at Zhi Jiang beside her, feeling a little absent-minded.

She was actually thinking about this issue very seriously.

"Okay, don't worry about it. Just enjoy it as much as you want, because there is nothing unclean in this world."

Qin Lang spread his hands in confusion:
  "A person can die with just a handful of dirt, and the legend of the Yunzhou Monster Clan is just a legend. Even if the legend is true, given the current environment, those monsters should be afraid of us, not us afraid of them."

"..."

"Do you understand? If you understand, just wait here and I will bring Zhen Ji back. It will be quick."

After Qin Lang finished speaking, he turned around and left again.

But as expected, he didn't move.

The number of hands holding the hem of his clothes behind him has changed from one to two.

"..."

Qin Lang looked at the girl who was sitting on the stone speechlessly, holding her clothes with both hands, but lowering her head to see her expression clearly. For a moment, he always felt like a puppy that was thrown on the roadside. I have the urge to just take her home and raise her.

However, she is a stubborn puppy.

She refused to please, let alone act coquettishly, and even refused to let people see her pretty face, so she remained silent.

Tsk...

Such a puppy…

Who is willing to take it back...

……

Qin Lang was silent. She didn't speak, and he didn't want to say anything anymore. Seeing how tightly she held her hands, he felt relieved. He treated it as weight-bearing training and just stepped forward.

Not to mention, since then, Gu Jin has really fallen off the stone after being led by him.

"hiss…!"

"?"

However, after stumbling for a few steps, Qin Lang had to stop because of the sound of gasping behind him.

Turning his head, the girl in black was biting her lower lip, her delicate eyebrows knitting together in pain.

"What's wrong?" Qin Lang's expression condensed.

"..."

"say!"

This was the first time Qin Lang was impatient and the first time he was a little loud.

Gu Jin was startled by his roar. She originally wanted to glare at him, but looking at his face, she lost the energy for some reason. In the end, she just looked away and muttered through gritted teeth:
  "pain…"

"Where does it hurt?"

"foot…"

"?"

What do you mean? Sprained foot?
  Qin Lang frowned and looked at the girl's boots.

And this kind of... unlucky thing?
  Forget about being afraid of ghosts, no wonder this guy has been sitting on the stone, unable to move.

Qin Lang felt both distressed and a little amused when he thought that she had been stupidly staying in the forest by the river for an hour.

"Have you rubbed it?"

"without…"

"why?"

"pain…"

"nonsense."

……

This girl-year-old princess's personal guard is not afraid of the dark, but is afraid of ghosts, is not afraid of death, but is afraid of pain.

Qin Lang really couldn't understand her sometimes.

But in short, I can’t leave now.

Qin Lang put one arm around Gu Jin's thin back, ignoring the slight trembling of her body, and then placed the other arm on the crook of her leg, hugging her sideways in one breath.

Although Qin Lang thought she looked like a stubborn puppy just now, when he actually held her, he felt like a cat.

As light as a cat, as quiet as a cat.

Yes, she didn't struggle.

In other words, for a moment, Gu Jin also thought about struggling.

But the first time she was suddenly in a man's arms, she really forgot how to struggle, even how to speak, how to breathe.

In his buzzing little head, except for the pounding of his own heartbeat, it seemed that everything around him had become blurry.

So what should she do now?
  Where should she put her hands?

Just keep pressing it on your chest...?
  Should...

……

The girl's thoughts began to become chaotic. She lay in Qin Lang's arms, slowly raised her eyelids, looked at his neck, and then tried to lift her arms several times...

But he didn't lift it up after all.

……

Rustling... The steps at night stepped on the fallen leaves of the forest grass. The road of a few steps seemed as long as from the capital to Qingzhou.

When Gu Jin felt that she was no longer surrounded by the warm breath that made her want to blush for a long time, she had been put down by Qin Lang and sat on the stone again.

"But yes, sometimes you can't rub it randomly, otherwise it will easily become serious."

Qin Lang squatted down as he spoke. As soon as he reached out his hand, Gu Jin moved his feet back.

"?"

Qin Lang raised his head:

"Isn't it painful? Let me show you, what are you hiding from?"

"..."

When he said this, Gu Jin stopped hiding.

"Which one?"

"right…"

Girl Sumire has a slender figure and is not big to begin with, so her boots are naturally small.

Qin Lang carefully took off the little boot on her right foot and then made a slight movement in surprise.

"What's wrong…?"

"Uh…"

"..."

The night wind gently blew over the girl's feet. Gu Jin looked at Qin Lang's expression and felt extremely nervous for a moment.

Could it be...? !

No...impossible, with her internal strength and Qinggong...

Moreover, she and her wife insisted on daily cleaning these days. When Qin Lang was not around, they even helped each other wipe each other's bodies. How could...

"There is... there is..."

"Ok?"

She hesitated so quietly for a while that her ears, which had just recovered, turned red again, but still not a single word came out.

Qin Lang looked up at her and figured out what the girl was thinking. He smiled and replied:

"Well, it tastes a little bit."

"!"

Seeing a certain girl's expression freeze for a moment, her pupils almost standing up like a frightened cat, Qin Lang smiled even happier:

"The faint fragrance...well...a bit like gardenia."

"..."

Although she breathed a sigh of relief for the first time, Gu Jin's face, which had always been cold, showed a beautiful light blush in front of Qin Lang for the first time.

As for her feet smelling like gardenias...

The girl's eyes just stared angrily at Qin Lang, her pink cheeks puffed up for a long time, and finally her little face twisted, and the long ponytail on the back of her head followed suit, and her fragrant hair brushed Qin Lang's face. At the same time, he muttered two words:
  "abnormal."

"cough…"

Sure enough, I was misunderstood.

But it doesn't matter, after all, Qin Lang is telling the truth and has a clear conscience.

The reason why he was a little surprised when he took off Gu Jin's boots just now was because he found that what Gu Jin was wearing were not ordinary brocade or silk socks like Su Yinping's.

It is a black fabric that feels not only soft and delicate, but also fully elastic.

Qin Lang was curious and liked this kind of fabric, but it was obviously not the time to study it carefully now.

"Where does it hurt specifically? Ankle?"

"No ..."

"no?"

"Well...it's the sole of the foot..."

Feet hurt?
  Who has sprained feet and sprained soles of their feet?
  Qin Lang's heart skipped a beat, and he guessed that the matter was not as simple as a sprained foot. Anyway, he took off her warm-scented socks first.

……

A girl with a body as light as a cat, her slender feet are naturally small, and the size of a hand is almost enough to stand on the palm of Qin Lang's hand.

The smooth instep has a delicate snow-white color, and the five round toes are like diced milk tofu. The toes are neat and soft, and the clean and shiny toes are not stained and glow in the moonlight. The soft halo looks like a layer of pearl powder, making it look like a dream.

"Well...there are indeed no sprained bruises on the ankle..."

Gu Jin said her feet hurt, so Qin Lang had no choice but to raise her soles a little.

It has to be said that even just holding it with one hand is enough to feel the soft elasticity of the girl's feet.

Under the graceful arches of her feet, Gu Jin's soles were also full of girlishness, pink and soft, with almost no obvious wrinkles.

However, Qin Lang squinted his eyes and discovered something unusual.

I saw a brown "rice grain" stuck in the middle of the girl's foot, and there was a faint trace of blood around it.

"Iron Kite?"

Qin Lang was shocked and directly told the name of this thing.

……

Tribulus terrestris is a plant that is not very common, but not uncommon. It looks a bit like foxtail grass, and this rice-sized thing is actually the stamens of Tribulus terrestris. It is as hard as iron and has sharp ends. The rice grain shape is quite sharp.

Apart from anything else, at least it is easy to puncture the sole of a shoe and penetrate it into the sole of the foot.

The key is that although this thing is not toxic in itself, it will produce toxins when exposed to blood.

Qin Lang knew about it because his senior sister had also fallen victim to it.

As for the part where he was hit, Qin Lang didn't want to recall it. After all, he was the one who helped his senior sister detoxify...

……

"Miss Sumire, the foot pain you mentioned is a slight numbness and swelling pain?"

"Um…"

"That's right, he was poisoned."

Qin Lang smiled bitterly and shook his head:
  "Fortunately, it was discovered early, otherwise the whole leg would have lost feeling for seven or eight days."

"Then...what should we do now...?"

"Just drain out the blood that produces the toxin before it spreads."

Qin Lang pulled out the iron thorn that was stuck in the soles of the girl's feet and tried simply pressing and squeezing it with his hands. As expected, it had no effect, not to mention that the position of the soles of the feet was tricky.

"Miss Sumire, I'm offended."

"You...you want...eh?! Wait..."

……

There was no other way. Detoxification was important. Qin Lang decisively used the method he had used to help his senior sister detoxify. He moved closer and cleared out the poisonous blood bit by bit.

Although the fragrance of gardenia seems to be more obvious, Qin Lang has no other intention at this time.

Now my feet are sucking...

After all, he didn't expect that what he originally thought was a sprained foot would develop into the current situation.

(End of this chapter)