After Steward Xu left, Jing Qian looked at the ground, a total of 12 mice were packed in three cages. So she took the cages to the patio and placed them in three different places.

Back in the bedroom, she took out a dozen bottles of perfume, essential oils, and alcohol from the cloakroom, and then began to pour the things she had picked out on the table in the cloakroom.

After a while, she reached for the silk pajamas that were unbagnified, and took out a small bottle of water from inside. Then she put the extracted medicine into a small bottle, and then dripped some of the perfume she thought smelled good in the bottle.

An hour later, 15 bottles were made, filled with a good smell and a unique aroma. Jing Qian shook the liquid in the bottle with satisfaction, and then put one bottle in his handbag, and put the rest in the cabinet.

took a shower, and the time had already pointed to 1 o'clock in the morning, and Jing Qian went to bed.

Instead of sleeping, she sat cross-legged, her hands on her thighs, her back straight and her eyes closed.

After years of habit, she finally meditates for two hours before going to bed.

However, when Jing Qian used a method that he was no longer familiar with to operate the gas in his body, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Dig the groove!

No gas!!

She didn't have any qi in her body!!

Jing Qian's face turned gray.

But thinking that although she was out of breath, the things that followed her now came with her even if she crossed over, and the depression was gone, so she was immediately relieved.

The big deal is to do it all over again.

After thinking about it, he closed his eyes again and tried to channel the gas from the outside into his body.

But when she tried to draw qi into her body, she always felt that her body was separated by a layer of things.

To put it bluntly, even the meridians have not been opened.

If the meridians are not smooth, it will be useless to meditate for as long as possible.

So she decisively gave up the struggle, fell into bed and fell asleep in just a minute.

I don't know how long it took, but the person who was sleeping in the bed suddenly opened his eyes without warning.

The charming peach blossom eyes were replaced by a touch of clarity at this moment.

Gently roll over and look at the control panel at the head of the bed.

It shows 3:30 a.m. and a temperature of 24 degrees.

Before going to bed, she could clearly see that the indoor temperature of the air conditioner was 26 degrees.

The coquettish face instantly raised a gorgeous smile.

Sample, you know that's the case.

Although he knew that the other party must have fainted temporarily in such a situation, before Jing Qian opened the bedroom door connecting her and Zhan Lichuan, he still carefully took out a bottle of potion and let the potion seep out through the gap.

After a while, the door opened.

Zhan Lichuan had a camera in her room, but it was useless to her at all.

The notebook was not needed, she just operated it a few times with her mobile phone, and she was supposed to appear in the camera frame, but nothing was shown at the moment.

Walking to Zhan Lichuan's hospital bed, Jing Qian glanced at the man who was still at the top of her aesthetic pyramid even if he was paralyzed, and his appearance was still at the top of her aesthetic pyramid, at this moment he had obviously fallen into a coma, but fine beads of sweat kept oozing from his forehead.

The physical discomfort made him particularly uncomfortable even in a coma.

Jing Qian walked to the place where the bedroom and the terrace intersected, closed the door between the bedroom and the sun room completely, and then returned to Zhan Lichuan's side.