The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Chapter 40 Why do you ask so many questions?

When he took the fruit handed over by Feng Ling and took a bite, he almost couldn't hold back his painful expression.

Feng Ling asked him expectantly:
  "Is it delicious? I picked this specially for you."

Ying Xiaojiu hesitated for a moment, then answered truthfully:

"very sour."

Upon hearing this answer, Feng Ling's eyes immediately became disappointed.

Upon hearing this, Miss Feng's interest immediately disappeared.

Feng Ling pursed her lips slightly, and her eyes that were originally full of expectation were like small flames that were suddenly extinguished. Instead, she looked at Ying Xiaojiu with resentment.
  "I worked so hard all morning to climb the tree to pick the fruit for you, and my hands are all scratched. Look! You don't like it, forget it, but you actually find the fruit I found for you unpalatable. Xiaojiu, Do you really deserve me like this? You really disappoint me!"

Ying Xiaojiu was dumbfounded, he just told the truth.

It was obviously what she wanted to ask herself, why couldn't she tell the truth?
  Are all girls so unreasonable?

Ying Xiaojiu pursed her lips, looked at Feng Ling's displeased expression, and tentatively picked up a wild fruit and took a bite.
  "Actually...it's not very delicious."

Feng Ling then smiled, stretched out her hand to wipe the juice from the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile, "

This is right, you have to be worthy of my efforts. Don't be so picky about food. You are so badly injured that you need to eat more to make up for it. "

But Ying Xiaojiu didn't want to use these things to replenish her body at all.

Ying's eyes moved up, glanced at Feng Ling, and suddenly noticed something strange about her.

His fingers pointed at her chest involuntarily,

"What's wrong with you? Are you injured? Why do you look so much swollen than yesterday?"

He remembered that when he resuscitated her heart and lungs yesterday, the area was still flat.

Could it be because she accidentally fell it while picking fruit this morning?
  Looking at Feng Ling's angry eyes, Ying Xiaojiu was filled with doubts.

If it weren't for the difference between men and women, he would have really wanted to check her injuries in person.

There was a faint blush on Feng Ling's cheeks, as if she had applied a thin layer of rouge, and she was so beautiful that you couldn't take your eyes away.

Ying Xiaojiu was stunned there, forgetting to speak for a moment.

Feng Ling, on the other hand, subconsciously protected her chest and turned to look at his stunned look, feeling even more angry in her heart.

She slapped him,
  "Why do you ask so many questions?"

"Who allows you to touch and look at me randomly? Are girls' bodies also something you can look at casually? If you dare to talk nonsense again, don't even think about eating my fruit."

Xiaojiu was stunned by her photo and was speechless for a moment.

Ying Xiaojiu stroked his sore cheek, feeling a little dazed for a moment. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he suddenly felt his heart beating a little fast.

Especially when looking at Feng Ling, an idea came to my mind inexplicably. It turns out that the master can also blush, and the blushing master looks different from usual, very beautiful.

Ying Xiaojiu didn't read many books. He couldn't explain what this kind of beauty was, but there was a feeling that made people feel numb. Even the glare was particularly beautiful, as if it could stare into his heart. Not annoying at all.

Ying Xiaojiu blinked, and his eyes fell on her lips. Watching her lips open and close, he could vaguely see the red color inside, which was as soft as the pink pomegranates on the tree, very tempting.

Ying Xiaojiu felt that she could no longer think wildly.

So he quickly turned his head and looked away. As a result, when his eyes touched the wound on his shoulder that had been bandaged with cloth, his heart palpitated slightly again.

Ying Xiaojiu suddenly lowered her head and sniffed, and vaguely smelled a faint fragrance remaining on the cloth. She felt a little happy. After sniffing it carefully a few times, it seemed to be the same fragrance as her body.

Smelling this fragrance for a long time can make people feel comfortable.

Ying Xiaojiu's breathing gradually slowed down as she smelled the fragrance, so she subconsciously asked,

"What herbs were used on this cloth? It smells so good, it's the same as the fragrance on you, miss." Ying Xiaojiu's lips curled up with a hint of pleasure, and she lowered her head and sniffed the bandage on her shoulder, as if she was intoxicated by it. Unique flavor.

When he uttered these words, Feng Ling's face across from him became even more shy.

She was really not sure whether Ying Xiaojiu did this on purpose.

This time, Feng Ling was really annoyed by his innocence and ignorance, and there was a faint blush at the end of her eyes, which was a bit charming.

Feng Ling turned around and waved her palm again, this time harder, with a trace of anger flashing in her eyes.
  "I told you to shut up, why are you still asking? Can't these wild fruits still shut your mouth?"

Ying Xiaojiu looked at Feng Ling blankly.

He was spanked again, this time harder than the last time.

He had no idea what he had done wrong. Was it also a mistake to ask questions?

Ying Xiaojiu started to get a little angry and felt aggrieved inside.

His chest felt tight, so he turned away and decided not to talk to her again.

Women are so unreasonable sometimes! he thought to himself.

If you don't say it, don't say it. Why hit people? And it was a slap in the face, which was the most unbearable thing for him.

You must know that in the killer building, no one dares to approach him casually, let alone fight with him.

But Feng Ling hit him twice in succession, which made Ying Xiaojiu very angry.

Ying Xiaojiu glanced at her again, then turned around and took a big bite of wild fruit as if to vent her anger.

As a result, the sour taste of the wild fruit almost made his teeth fall out.

Seeing this person turning around faster than turning the page in a book and turning away to ignore her, Feng Ling really didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Feng Ling leaned over helplessly and asked softly,
  "Hey, are you really angry?"

Ying Xiaojiu still didn't look at her and turned his back to her without speaking.

Ying Xiaojiu's silence made Feng Ling a little embarrassed, but she decided to speak first to ease the atmosphere.
  "Okay, I admit that I shouldn't hit you, but you also have to admit that what you just said was really childish."

"Besides, I didn't hit hard, did I?"

"How about you hit me to relieve my anger?"

After saying that, Feng Ling actually grabbed Ying Xiaojiu's hand and patted her face gently.

Ying Xiaojiu felt the softness and warmth of her skin, and her heart trembled.

He quickly pulled his hand away, a slight blush appearing on his face.

"I'm not angry."

Ying Xiaojiu whispered.

He was just a little confused, why did he react so strongly to Fengling?
  Aren't all other women the same in front of him? Why was she the only one who made him feel special?

Feng Ling suddenly burst into laughter. She approached Ying Xiaojiu again and gently touched his cheek that had just been beaten, with a hint of gentle comfort in her tone.

"Are you really not angry anymore? Okay, I admit it's my fault. Did the beating hurt you? Let me rub it for you, so you won't be angry with me anymore."

After hearing these words, the anger in Ying Xiaojiu's heart subsided instantly.

The anger, which was not strong in the first place, disappeared under Feng Ling's gentle comfort.

(End of this chapter)