In the black market, at the Drunken Fairy Residence.
In Room No. 1 of the Tian Class.
"Does it still hurt?"
"It hurts..."
Logically speaking, such coquettish words would never be associated with the proud Luo Nanchen.
Mo Xiujie, Dong Peirong, and Zou Lurui, who were eavesdropping outside the door, also thought so.
In their eyes, Luo Nanchen was always meticulous, always reigning supreme, always calm and composed, always in full control, and always... expressionless.
However, that was only logically speaking.
After all, a man in love is really indescribable.
Luo Nanchen pouted, "Xiaolin, it hurts so much..."
Lin Qiao immediately lightened the force when applying medicine to Luo Nanchen. She felt so pity for him, "How about this? I'll blow on it. It won't hurt, okay..."
It was like coaxing a child.
Since the wound was on his back, when Lin Qiao applied medicine to Luo Nanchen, she was bound to be unable to see his expression.
In Lin Qiao's imagination, Luo Nanchen's expression would be sweating profusely, pale-faced, aggrieved and patient, with a firm look in his eyes, presenting a standard posture of a beautiful, strong but miserable man.
In fact, Luo Nanchen was wearing a sly smile of success on his lips, with the corners of his eyes tilted up and a meaningful look in his eyes, presenting a standard posture of a man who takes advantage and still acts innocent.
After applying the medicine and tying the bandage, Lin Qiao was about to get clothes for Luo Nanchen to put on. Luo Nanchen came up with an idea and immediately pretended to be weak, "Ah, I feel stuffy. I don't want to wear clothes."
In his heart, he kept muttering: Why doesn't she pay attention to my figure? Is it because I haven't trained hard enough...
Lin Qiao put the clothes down and continued to warm herself by the stove, "Okay. Then do you want to take a rest? How about lying down for a while? Or do you want to eat? By the way, do you have a fever because you feel stuffy?"
Lin Qiao anxiously touched Luo Nanchen's forehead, then her own, comparing them. It seemed there was no difference, but Lin Qiao still wasn't at ease. She directly pressed her forehead against his.
Luo Nanchen was stunned for a moment. His voice was hoarse, "Xiaolin..."
After a very careful and serious comparison, Lin Qiao found that Luo Nanchen's forehead wasn't hot, so she was relieved, "What's wrong?"
Only then did she realize that the distance between them was really too close...
So close that Lin Qiao didn't need to get closer. As long as she lowered her head, she could kiss Luo Nanchen's lips.
Ah, Luo Nanchen's eyes had crimson pupils, like the color of burning flames. They were so beautiful...
Lin Qiao's mind went blank. Without thinking, she said, "Luo Nanchen."
Luo Nanchen responded in a low voice.
"My period is over?"
Luo Nanchen was stunned again, "Which relative is 'period'?"
Lin Qiao sat on Luo Nanchen's lap, gently kissed the corner of his mouth, then pressed against his ear. Not satisfied yet, she kissed his Adam's apple.
"It's not a relative. Instead, it means..."
Luo Nanchen's breath caught in his throat, "Xiaolin, I, I..."
Lin Qiao smiled, "Don't stutter. Why are you being a coward at the critical moment?"
Luo Nanchen's eyes darkened. His Adam's apple rolled up and down.
"Are you scared?"
"To be honest, a little..."
"Do you regret it?"
" ... No, I don't regret it."
Luo Nanchen picked up Lin Qiao horizontally and walked towards the bed.
...
In the black market.
Outside Room No. 1 of the Tian Class.
Mo Xiujie quickly covered Dong Peirong's ears. His own ears were also red, "Forget it, forget it. If we keep listening, we'll, we'll, we'll—"
Dong Peirong slapped Mo Xiujie's hand away.
"What do you mean 'we'll'? If you don't want to listen, give me the best position," Zou Lurui, bold and fearless, pushed Mo Xiujie aside, "No way. Luo Nanchen is so useless. It took him so long to reach home base?"
Mo Xiujie: "What does 'reach home base' mean?"
"Reach home base means—" Zou Lurui subconsciously wanted to answer. Then she looked at Mo Xiujie and said disdainfully, "Forget it, forget it. Even if I tell you, you won't understand."
Hearing the words he didn't understand coming out of Zou Lurui's mouth again, Mo Xiujie suddenly remembered what Meng Erliu had said, "By the way, I want to ask you something."
Zou Lurui was concentrating on listening to the sounds inside, "Damn it. I seem to hear the sound of taking off clothes... Emm. What's the matter?"
Mo Xiujie: " ... What does it mean that this place is a book?"
Zou Lurui replied absent-mindedly, "Oh, it means..."
Halfway through, she reacted, "What did you say?"
Mo Xiujie looked innocent, "What does it mean that this place is a book? Also, what does it mean that the master is, is... What's that word again—"
"The male protagonist."
"Yes, yes, that's it," Mo Xiujie saw that he had found an expert. He smiled proudly, "Then you must know what these mean, right?"
Zou Lurui was stunned for a long time. Looking at the lively Mo Xiujie in front of her, then thinking of the steady and mature Luo Nanchen, she let out a long sigh and said earnestly, "Kid, you're still too young. You can't handle it. It's better not to know."
Mo Xiujie: "???"
Zou Lurui asked, "By the way, how did you know about this?"
Mo Xiujie didn't realize that Zou Lurui was implying that he was stupid, so he answered truthfully, "In Endian City's Giant Forest, Meng Erliu said it. It seems that both the master and the mistress know, but I'm kept in the dark."
Zou Lurui thought to herself, Of course your master knows. It was your master who personally scared her and tricked the information out of her...
"Okay, okay. Don't think about this matter anymore. Just let it be," Zou Lurui patted Mo Xiujie's shoulder and walked towards her own room, "You can't see the true face of Mount Lu because you're in the mountain yourself. Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
She didn't eavesdrop on the 'emotional progress' of Luo Nanchen and Lin Qiao anymore.
Actually, when Luo Nanchen carried Lin Qiao to the bed, he had already instinctively set up a barrier. What Zou Lurui heard just now was actually just an illusion caused by psychological effects.
Mo Xiujie suddenly realized that Zou Lurui seemed to be scolding him for being stupid just now. He couldn't help but get angry and chased after her, "Hey, don't run away. Let's settle this score..."
Dong Peirong watched Mo Xiujie and Zou Lurui gradually go away, joking and playing. His eyes darkened, and he quietly sighed.
It seemed that he had always been the one who couldn't fit in.
Just like today, he wasn't very interested in the 'emotional progress' of Luo Nanchen and Lin Qiao, but Mo Xiujie had dragged him here, so he came.
Although he was usually fierce to Mo Xiujie, in fact, he was just very afraid that such enthusiasm would fade and disappear one day.
So, keeping a respectful distance from Mo Xiujie was just Dong Peirong's instinctive self - protection.
It seemed that as long as he was always in the passive position, on the day when the enthusiasm disappeared, he could maintain a bit of dignity.
He wouldn't look so embarrassed.
Dong Peirong looked at the direction where Mo Xiujie left, then turned around and went back to his own room.