Squeezing the ointment, she thought about it, and then directly pasted it on her wound.

Her face changed slightly: !!!

"Hiss———"

Everyone around looked at her movements, and their expressions changed slightly.

It's a disinfectant ointment, and you just need to rub it around a little bit, and the effect is too strong.

Why did you just paste it into the wound???

The nuns were stunned.

Qinghui raised his hand, threw the ointment aside, hugged his own retreat, and the brush retreated to the side at once.

A pair of languid black eyes stared at the ointment placed on the table.

Hurt!

Break the ointment!

Get out of here!!

It's distressing and funny.

It was Lu Si who hurriedly brought a clean cloth.

wiped off the excess ointment, and then carefully disinfected another wound of Qinghui.

This action is well taken care of.

Qinghui had no intention of resisting at all.

Instead, I looked at his long, curled eyelashes, and wanted to reach out my paws to touch them.

Seeing that Qinghui has adapted well to Lu Si.

Lu Si is obedient and sensible, and knows what to do and what not to do.

Several of the nun teachers were relieved.

It's time for curfew.

As nuns, they have a fixed time to go back to their rooms if there is no major event.

The two got along well, and just said a word to let Qinghui go to bed early.

After that, you left the third floor.

The third floor was quiet again.

Qinghui finally stretched out his little paws.

The moment it touched his eyelashes.

I only felt that the color under his eyes seemed to have deepened slightly, and for a moment there was a little bright color.

But when Qinghui looked at it again, the color disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Qinghui's eyes blinked, and he tilted his head a little puzzled.

Qinghui touched his eyelashes with soft and slightly cool fingertips.

It was a little itchy, and Mu Feng raised his eyes in confusion.

The corners of his lips twitched, looking at her.

Qinghui's hair was already dry.

Long black hair was scattered behind him.

Slightly fluffy, the lining of Qinghui's little face is particularly good-looking and fair-skinned.

There was a reflection of himself in those eyes.

Lu Si licked his lips.

I feel a little thirsty again.

I don't know why, after getting in close contact with Qinghui, this inexplicable feeling always comes up.

It's just gone in an instant.

He didn't take it to heart either.

Glancing sideways at the staircase.

Then he opened his mouth, as an emotionless complaint machine, and said, "Teacher said, let me stare at you, do prayers, pray for those things......"

He lowered his voice slightly, pursed the corners of his lips, and then raised his eyes to look at Qinghui.

"Are you willing to do these things? Do you enjoy doing these things? ”

Qinghui opened his mouth, a little dazed: "Huh? ”

No, if you look at her like this, do you think she's someone who is willing to do this kind of thing?

Qinghui glared.

He snorted lowly.

Ringing out the hours I had slept in the prayer room.

Finally, I thought about it and gave an answer that I really experienced.

"Where to sleep, uncomfortable."

Yes, it's very panicked.

Lu Si couldn't hold back and bent the corners of his lips.

The tip of the nose is the herbal aroma of Qinghui's body.

Qinghui's eyebrows and eyes are always a little irritable and lazy.

But her appearance is exceptionally good-looking and attractive.

After thinking for a long time, Lu Sicai opened his mouth in a low voice, and his voice was soft, "I, can I hug you?" ”