They Are Not Human!

The butler's index finger touched the inside of the belt, and his thumb hooked the buckle at will.

With a click, the belt buckle came loose.

Wen Qing covered her belt and pants reflexively, and immediately said, "Give me the medicine and I'll apply it myself."

The butler still didn't let go, letting Wen lightly press the belt and fight with himself.

He lowered his eyes, leaned over to look at Wen Wei's slightly red eyes, and said slowly, "You can't see the wound."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and regardless of whether it was three seven or twenty one, she said directly, "I can see it."

Hearing this, the housekeeper released his hand and asked him, "Can you sit up now?"

"Of course..." Wen Qing put her hands on the bed and tried to sit up. Just as her waist was strained, a burst of soreness surged up.

Not only his waist, but also his arms and back were sore to varying degrees.

Wen Qing had to swallow the word "yes" again.

Before his back was five centimeters away from the sheets, he lay back again.

The housekeeper looked at him quietly: "Today's riding and walking are often far more than your usual amount of exercise."

Wen Qing pursed his lips. He hadn't felt anything in his body before. After lying down for a while, his body relaxed, and he felt sore everywhere.

He slowly said to the housekeeper, "Help me up."

The housekeeper picked up a pillow and placed it behind his waist to make Wen Qing sit more comfortably.

The pain in the waist was relieved a lot, and Wen Qing felt that she could do it again, and said to the housekeeper, "I can apply the medicine myself now."

The housekeeper asked, "Can you bend over now?"

Wen Qing tried to lower her head and slowly bent over, almost sore and crying.

The butler helped him and said slowly, "Madam, you don't have to be shy."

"I've seen everything about you."

Wen Qing: "???"

He raised his eyes suddenly and looked at the housekeeper in disbelief: "When did you see it?"

The blue light flashed in the housekeeper's eyes, but he did not answer the question, but said, "If you don't take medicine today, the wound will become more serious tomorrow, affecting your actions."

Wen Qing stared at him for a while, then closed her eyes, thinking in her mind that it was a robot.

This is a medicine tool.

It's just a medicine tool in human skin.

...

After mentally preparing for a while, Wen Qing slowly released her hand and said to the housekeeper, "Hurry up."

"Yes."

The butler responded, lowered his eyes and untied the belt for him and took off his trousers.

There was only a white lace shirt left on Wen Qing's body, the hem barely covering the key parts, and her fair legs were exposed.

The butler stared at his legs.

Wen Qing's legs are white and thin, without any body hair, and they glow with a delicate luster under the bedroom light.

Wen Qing didn't notice the housekeeper's gaze, she only felt that her legs were cold, a little unaccustomed to it, and she couldn't help pulling down her clothes.

However, this half-covered and half-exposed action was more astringent than if he did nothing.

The housekeeper lowered his eyes, hiding the blue light in his eyes, and said lightly, "Madam, spread your legs apart."

"I can't see the wound."

Wen Qing pursed her lips and parted slightly.

He tilted his head and tried his best to ignore the housekeeper's eyes. Although he knew he was looking at the wound, Wen Qing's cheeks couldn't help but warm.

The housekeeper half-closed his eyes, stared at the wound and said slowly: "Your legs are already red, and the area near the perineum is too soft and a little broken..."

There was no emotional ups and downs in his tone, and Wen Qing's cheeks became hotter when he heard it, and he couldn't help but say, "Hurry up and apply medicine for me."

"Don't say such things."

The butler took out the medicine box from the cabinet on the side, picked out a jar of ointment, and said calmly, "I thought you would want to hear it."

Wen Qing blurted out: "Why would I want to hear this!"

The butler opened the lid of the ointment, his fingers were stained with some ointment, and said to him, "Don't you want to know your injury?"

Wen Qing blushed and said dryly, "I can feel it, you don't need to say it."

Smelling the faint medicinal smell of the ointment, he urged, "Apply it quickly."

"Yes."

The housekeeper responded, put his feet up on the bed, and half-kneeled in front of Wen Qing.

Seeing the housekeeper's jet-black hair, Wen Qing couldn't help but tugged at the sheets at hand.

The housekeeper flexed his fingers and pressed the pulp of his fingers lightly on the slightly red skin.

The housekeeper's fingers were slightly cold, and suddenly touched the wound, Wen Qing couldn't help hissing.

In the next second, he felt the butler's movements paused, and then the coolness of his fingertips disappeared, replaced by a touch of warmth.

The housekeeper lowered his eyes, and rubbed his fingertips in circular motions on the place where the skin was slightly broken.

The paste quickly turned into water, and it glowed brightly under the dim light.

Wen Qing's body was glowing with faint heat, the more parts of the wound were applied, the warmer her body temperature would rise.

The greedy body temperature, the butler's action of applying medicine is getting slower and slower.

Wen Qing didn't feel anything at first, but when the butler smeared the broken skin with his warm fingers, he couldn't help but snorted.

The wound was a little comfortable because it was smeared, but it was a little painful because it was touched.

Pain and comfort are intertwined, and there is an indescribable feeling.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and gripped the sheet harder.

Suddenly, the butler's body leaned forward.

He leaned in front of the wound, his breath was right on Xiao Wenqing.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and her voice trembled: "Don't get so close..."

Butler: "Apply medicine for you."

He knelt in front of Wen Qing and looked down at the scenery in front of him.

The thin white cloth couldn't hide anything at all, and the faint pink color underneath could be vaguely seen.

As soon as the housekeeper spoke, Wen Qing felt his breathing more truly.

"Why do you, you, a robot breathe?"

The housekeeper asked back, "Why isn't the robot breathing?"

Wen Qing opened her mouth and didn't know how to answer this question, so she could only say, "Quickly apply the medicine."

The housekeeper slowly opened the spring, and said, "There is one more serious injury, and more medicine needs to be applied."

Wen Qing tried her best to ignore his breath, and responded in a low voice.

The housekeeper smeared the wound, he slowed down, and the moment he finished applying the medicine, he carelessly brushed Xiao Wen with the side of his finger.

"Well…"

Wen Qing opened her eyes wide and looked at the butler's expressionless face.

This, this shouldn't be intentional...

Wen Qing took a deep breath, suppressed the urge in her body, and bent her legs: "Are you finished?"

Butler: "Yes."

Wen Qing hurriedly went to get her pants, and the next second, the housekeeper held her hand: "I need to wait for the medicine to be absorbed."

Wen Qing paused, went to get the quilt, and was held by the butler again.

The housekeeper said lightly: "You need to ventilate, so that your wound will heal faster."

Wen Qing had no choice but to lie on the bed in this position.

He raised his eyes to look at the housekeeper, who had already retreated to the bedside with lowered eyebrows.

Wen Qing couldn't see his eyes, and always suspected that the housekeeper's eyes fell on her.

After hesitating for a moment, he said, "You can go out now, I'm going to sleep."

The butler replied, "Yes."

...

Wen Qing lay on the bed for a while, with varying degrees of soreness all over her body, making it difficult to fall asleep.

He rolled over with difficulty, thirsty again.

Wen Qing didn't want to call the housekeeper, but after a while, she was still thirsty, so she slowly got out of bed and walked to the table to drink water.

After drinking two glasses of water, Wen Qing glanced at the mirror in front of her, feeling that something was wrong.

He put down the teacup and walked slowly to the mirror.

The self in the mirror is not only taller, but also looks a little changed.

The contours of the facial features seem to have opened up and grown up a bit, and they are a lot more heroic, so they will not be misunderstood as the appearance of a girl.

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, and he raised his hand to touch his face.

In the mirror, he also raised his hand to touch his face.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and turned to go to the bed.

He took two steps and looked back sharply at the mirror.

I saw the person in the mirror still maintaining the standing position just now, facing Wen Qing, and looking at his buttocks with a smile.

Wen Qing walked for a while, turned around, and stared at the man in the mirror who looked the same as him.

Sure enough, the anomaly of the past two days was not an illusion.

There is something wrong with this mirror.

Wen Qing looked at the person in the mirror.

Wen Qing didn't speak, and he didn't speak either.

Wen Qing didn't know if he couldn't speak or if he didn't speak.

After a long while, he asked tentatively, "Why do you grow up like this?"

The man in the mirror blinked, raised his lips, and smiled at Wen Qing: "Isn't this what you want to look like?"

"Taller, handsomer, bigger."

Wen Qing was stunned. It wasn't because the person in the mirror could speak. This thing's voice was similar to his own, and it was more mature.

He didn't even think about what the other party was referring to.

Wen Qing looked up at him and asked hesitantly, "What's your name?"

"Or what should I call you?"

The man raised his brows slightly and said to him, "What do you want me to be called?"

"Are you going to give me a name?"

"Wen Meng?"

Wen Qing was stunned: "How do you know Wen Meng..."

Man: "I know everything."

Wen Qing stared at him, wondering if he knew everything... Could it be the mirror spirit in the novel?

He was really not used to this mirror using his own name.

After hesitating for a while, Wen Qing looked at the light reflected by the mirror and asked, "Can I call you Wen Jing?"

"It's the mirror of the mirror."

The man blinked and chuckled, "Okay."

"You can call me anything you want."

"You can call me Wen Jing, or you can call me brother," Wen Jing paused and said with a half-smile, "You can also call me husband."