Mengfei Qiqi

Chapter 290 Sturdy Needs No Explanation 9
"What's wrong?" Ye Qiqi, who was listening to the man with the mustache seriously, turned her head and looked at him with puzzled eyes.

"When did you hurt your hand?" Mo Hanqing frowned slightly, looking deeply at the red mark on her fair little hand, and asked in a low voice.

"This?" Ye Qiqi followed his gaze, and then said indifferently, "I accidentally scalded this when I boiled the water in the morning. It's okay. I've already applied the medicine. It doesn't hurt."

"..."

Mo Hanqing looked up at her face, then at the red and swollen mark on her little hand, was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Where's the medicine?"

"what?"

"The medicine you rubbed on the wound." Mo Hanqing said again in a cold voice.

"Uh... in my sleeve robe." Ye Qiqi was startled for a moment, then reached out and took out a bottle made of white jade from her sleeve robe. Dancing in front of his eyes, he said in a brisk voice: "This medicine is very useful, just rub it a few times and it will be fine."

Mo Hanqing let go of her big hand holding her wrist, took the bottle in her hand, uncorked the bottle, smelled it, then nodded and said, "It's really good."

"Right, I'll just say..."

Before Ye Qiqi finished speaking, Mo Hanqing had already poured some ointment from the bottle and sprinkled it on the back of her hand, then he re-corked the bottle and gave it back to Ye Qiqi.

"Brother?" Ye Qiqi looked at him with a confused expression.

She has already applied the medicine in the morning.

"You didn't apply the ointment evenly in the morning." Mo Hanqing lowered his head, held her little hand with one hand, and gently dipped the ointment on the back of her hand with the other hand with his index finger, and rubbed it on the back of her hand in circles. She smeared the wound, "Most of the redness on this side has disappeared, but the other side is still swollen."

"This...it's okay..."

Ye Qiqi watched as his white and slender index finger gently circled the back of his hand. The temperature of his fingertips slowly melted the ointment bit by bit. The ointment gradually melted from semi-solid to liquid. Then a piece of white appeared on her wound.

His fingertips were on the piece of melted ointment, rubbing it bit by bit.

On the back of her hand, where he touched it, there was a little itching and a little strange feeling.

Ye Qiqi raised her head and looked at his delicate and elegant face. Because she lowered her head, she couldn't see his expression clearly, but she could feel his gentle and focused eyes looking at the back of her hand. The corners of her lips pursed slightly, and at that moment, her heart skipped a beat for no reason.

After Mo Hanqing carefully reapplied the ointment on the back of her hand, he raised his head, looked at her, and said in a calm voice, "Be careful next time."

"Okay." Ye Qiqi withdrew her hand, but her face blushed involuntarily.

The man with the mustache was still standing on the stone at the entrance of the village, shouting to the 23 people below: "You all remember, the second level of the trial is the secret passage of the mechanism. After entering this evening, tomorrow will be bright." Before, you must come out of the secret path, otherwise, it will be deemed that you have failed the test."

His voice paused, and he continued to shout: "Now, follow me, let's set off for the secret passage of the agency now."

(End of this chapter)