Gu Qingcheng glanced at him expressionlessly, and continued to walk upstairs, the moment she passed the honest monk, her lips unconsciously hooked up a light smile.

The honest monk was heartbroken and planned to force his shot.

"I went upstairs to change my clothes. ”

The honest monk's outstretched hand stopped in the air, and then slowly retracted it, and he untied a cloth bag from his waist, which was filled with gold needles of different thicknesses and lengths. Then go to the study and get the medicine kit.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, there was no movement upstairs, and the honest monk walked up to the second floor with a medicine box in one hand and a cloth bag in the other.

What he didn't expect was that Gu Tingcheng really began to cooperate with him.

At this moment, she was wearing very few clothes and lying quietly on the bed.

The skin that can be broken by blowing is as smooth and crystal as porcelain, and under the illumination of the light, the snow-white dazzling, smooth and flat lower abdomen, without a trace of fat, and the round and towering upper circumference is about to come out.

Temptation, ensues. In an instant, the honest monk felt a surge of blood in his heart, and his heart was beating non-stop.

Gu Qingcheng's cheeks were stained with a layer of redness, and he said angrily: "Little monk, have you seen enough?"

"Don't get me wrong, in my eyes, you are just a sick person now, there are no men or women, not to mention that I am still a monk. The honest monk argued. He himself knew how pale his explanations were.

"Then let's start!" Gu Tingcheng couldn't help but remind.

"Hmm...... Let's get started!" replied the honest monk hurriedly, "I'll sterilize the golden needle first." ”

"Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. There was nothing in the first place, where to stir up dust. The honest monk silently recited the Bodhicitta Sutra in his heart, and an internal force erupted from his dantian and flowed throughout his body, and his mood gradually calmed down.

Gu Qingcheng's physical condition was really not optimistic, and the honest monk was a little worried that she would not be able to stand it, so he reached out and grabbed her jade wrist, injected a stream of true qi into her body in advance, and said, "If you don't feel well, just tell me, and if you can, I'll stop." ”

Gu Qingcheng's body trembled slightly, and he didn't speak.

Suddenly, the honest monk picked up a golden needle as thin as a hair, flicked his fingers, and the golden light flashed, and the golden needle pierced into the Yutang acupoint without any difference, leaving only the tail trembling at high speed.

At this moment, the honest monk's eyes were clear, and there was no trace of distraction in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, through the middle of the body and through the atrium, the golden needle pierced all the way.

Gu Tingcheng felt as if she was in a furnace, and her whole body was extremely hot, and she couldn't help but sigh.

The fair and delicate skin began to dripping with fine beads of sweat, and the sweat continued to gather and roll down the delicate curves onto the sheets. The soaked sheets were glued to the back, and it was indescribably uncomfortable.

However, for the honest monk, it is even more uncomfortable. It's a visual and auditory ordeal.

Because, on Gu Qingcheng's red face, there was a kind of morbid charm, and he wanted to hook the soul more and more souls.

Coupled with Gu Tingcheng's moaning from time to time, it is even more confusing.

While the honest monk's mouth was dry, his heartbeat was wild, and his true qi was rapidly consumed, he could only forcibly suppress the thoughts in his heart with his thoughts.

Gu Qingcheng really wanted him to stop, at least to give himself a chance to breathe.

But looking at the honest monk's serious appearance, she never spoke.

Beads of sweat slid down his face, and there was no blood on his originally pale face, and even the movements of his hands became more and more sluggish.

After a few more minutes, the honest monk put the last stitch down on the Neiguan point in her right arm, and then stopped.

Gu Tingcheng was lying on the bed, his whole body was weak and weak, like a mess of fragrant mud.

The honest monk is no better, he is already at the end of the crossbow, he only feels that the world is spinning, and his body is trembling. His clothes were soaking wet and soaked with sweat.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. The treatment is not over yet, and he wants to accumulate as much strength as possible.

The room was very quiet, and you could vaguely hear the night breeze blowing through the bamboo forest outside the window, like waves.

Half an hour later, the honest monk opened his eyes and looked at Gu Qingcheng, but he happened to meet her eyes.

Looking at each other, neither of them could find a suitable word in this situation, so they each lowered their heads.

"I'll take out the gold needle later, you can't take a shower yet, but you can wipe it with warm water. The honest monk broke the silence and hissed. There was an indescribable tiredness in his hoarse voice.

He barely held on, and took out the golden needles in Gu Qingcheng's body one by one, and the tips of each needle were glowing with a faint blue light.

"That's it!"

After speaking, the honest monk breathed a long sigh of relief, turned around and walked outside.

Before he could leave the room, his feet suddenly went limp, and he fell to the floor diagonally. He has long been at the end of his crossbow, and he has relied on his mind to persist until now.

He was too tired to get up......

Gu Qingcheng felt extremely relaxed all over his body, and when he saw the honest monk fall, his heart chuckled suddenly.

"He's going to have an accident. ”

This thought flashed through his mind, Gu Qingcheng turned over and walked quickly to the honest monk's side.

Bent down and nudged him.

"Little monk, wake up! Wake up, little monk......"

The honest monk did not move, and under the light, his face was pale, like a dead corpse.

Gu Qingcheng subconsciously stretched out his hand to the honest monk's snort.

In an instant, the flowers lost their color.

Unexpectedly, there is no breath at all!

Although sometimes the little monk is very annoying and always makes herself angry, if he really lost his life for saving himself, she has no way to forgive herself.

Gu Tingcheng couldn't believe it was true.

The slender jade hand reached out to the heart of the honest monk.

Just touching the honest monk's sturdy chest, Gu Tingcheng felt that his face was burning.

It was the first time she had touched a man's body.

The heartbeat is still there.

Gu Tingcheng stabilized her mind a little, she had learned some first aid knowledge and knew that in this case, the measure that needed to be taken was artificial respiration.

But, she hesitated.

Her first kiss was still there.

Artificial respiration also needs to be mouth-to-mouth.

Gu Qingcheng gritted his teeth and made a decision. She took a deep breath, leaned down, and leaned towards the honest monk's mouth with a red face.

"Huh~Huh~" A faint snoring sounded.

Gu Qingcheng was ashamed and embarrassed, and raised his body in a panic. The shock was settled, and he said angrily: "Stinky rascal, I still want to take advantage of this palace when I fall asleep." ”

After a long time, looking at the haggard honest monk, she lowered her head again and kissed his forehead gently.

The honest monk had a very beautiful dream, with him and Gu Qingcheng in the dream, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously had a smile.

His smile startled Gu Qingcheng a lot.

Gu Qingcheng hurriedly dodged back, her blushing face was like a blooming rose, bright and colorful, and she realized that she was still wearing only underwear.

After taking a set of clothes, Gu Qingcheng hid in the bathroom, she kept washing her face with water, hoping to calm herself down.

She swore she really didn't know why she was secretly kissing him.

Is it for gratitude?

Yes, just gratitude, nothing else.