"Want to know the way? I won't tell you. Aren't you very smart? Guess what I was thinking? ”

"You're thinking about me." Rong Yi's eyes swept over her watery eyes, and the corners of her lips were shallowly curved, and her eyes were as deep as the ocean, giving Ming Yulong the illusion that her soul had been seen through.

"yes, I'm thinking about you, why are you so narcissistic." Ming Yulong endured the panic, looked away, and fell to the position below his head.

She is a head and a half shorter than Rong Yi, and when she sits, the difference in height between the two is also obvious.

Now I happened to see his white chest.

A thin soft robe was half-faded because it had to be bandaged with wounds, and the placket was on the wrist, like layers of clouds.

The delicate skin under the collarbone is like a glowing orchid in the light, so good that people don't want to see it.

If you see too much, you will feel inferior.

In order not to feel inferior, a certain girl retracted her gaze, carefully wiped the remaining ointment on the wound, dealt with the water traces, and then pointed to dozens of bottles and cans in the medicine box and asked:

"Which bottle?"

Rong Yi took a bottle from it and handed it to her, watching Ming Yulong dig out a piece of ointment on the tips of the green onion white fingers, and carefully wipe the wound,

"Your injury is much more serious than mine, and it will take at least a month to heal."

"Almost." Rong Yi nodded, saw her stretch out her hand, and handed her the gauze very cooperatively.

Next, the two cooperated very well, as long as she moved, Rong Yi could bring what Ming Yulong needed.

With his cooperation, the bandaging process went much smoother.

A quarter of an hour passed, Ming Yulong looked at the wound he had wrapped, gently and skillfully tied a bow on it, clapped his hands and said:

"Alright."

"Do you think it's appropriate for me to use this?" Rong Yi pointed to the small bow, a smile flashed in his eyes, and raised his eyebrows and asked.

"It's okay," Ming Yulong pulled his collar up quickly, covering all his exposed shoulders, and said with a smile:

"Anyway, you won't take off your clothes in front of others, no one can see it."

Rong Yi looked at the placket that was high and low on one side, and his dark eyes flashed, "Now I can still see that thing." ”

She pulled it casually, of course she could see it, Ming Yulong smiled, pulled up the placket on both sides of his clothes, and covered it, this kind of spring light leaking out, it will seduce people.

She tied the strap, looked at the left and right sides of the probe and looked at the symmetry, nodded with satisfaction:

"Look, no, the bow is pretty good, don't be shy."

Rong Yi nodded lightly, and took the small scissors and ointment back into the small medicine box.

Ming Yulong saw that everything was done, stood up and said, "Now that it's done, can you continue to learn the imperial arts?" ”

Rong Yi said: "It seems that you are indeed very interested in Yuyi. ”

"I think it's quite interesting, at least in the six arts, it can be counted as the top two that I am most interested in." Ming Yulong's big black pupils looked at Rong Yi and nodded vigorously.

Recall that although she was just simulating a war with Rong Yi on the sand table, it could still make her feel that kind of blood boiling.

She had never known that she had this kind of stimulus-loving factor in her bones.

But if it weren't for that, she wouldn't have been an undercover agent who was on the verge of dying all the time.

"In fact, the game of Go in the imperial art and the mathematical art is similar, your Go is good, and it is natural to learn this quickly."