Wan Wan pressed her heart, took a deep breath and said, "Please add a clear word in front of the adult." ”

Feng Qingcheng changed his words very cooperatively: "Lord Ming." ”

Even with the addition of this word, there was no more alienation when he called it, and the voice was still crispy and sultry.

The spring breeze caressed softly on his face, gentle as Si, and it was also beautiful, but at this moment, there was a little smile on the corner of his lips and eyes.

Wan Wan's hand unconsciously clenched into a fist against her heart. But even if it was clenched into a fist, she couldn't calm the beating heart. So she quickly raised her hand to cover her eyes, and stretched out her other hand to point at Feng Qingcheng and said, "You should continue to stop talking like Fang Cai." ”

Wan Wan quickly turned around and walked quickly to the two intertwined old trees, hurriedly clearing the space under the trees. Because she didn't know if there were any rebels searching for her, she just cleaned up and tried not to make changes, so as not to leak her whereabouts.

There are only a few weeds and vines in this natural space, and they can be cleaned up in three or two clicks. When Wan Wan turned around, Feng Qingcheng was still slowly walking towards this side.

The grass is swaying lazily in the warm sun, the wind is warm and soft, and the clouds are far away. The most ordinary spring scenery is so different because of his presence.

Wan Wan sighed softly, and wanted to squat down to support the comfortable nest of her cheeks for a while, not wanting the basket to be in the way. So Wan Wan leaned against the trunk of the tree behind her, found another comfortable posture, and leaned on the tree as if she had no bones, looking at him for a moment.

That's it. She can't change the problem of being lustful. If you can't change it, then give up the treatment.

Can't you want it, can't you take a look?

And voila, it doesn't cost anything.

The weather is fine, and the wilderness is warm in the mountains and forests. Feng Qingcheng didn't enter the tree hole after coming over, but slowly sat down beside Wan Wan.

The sun shone on the two of them through the dense foliage, and the spots of light swayed gently with the wind.

Wan Wan looked at it for a long time before she blinked and said, "Marquis Feng, why are you sitting so close?" ”

Feng Qingcheng looked at her and smiled, propped his uninjured arm on the trunk of the tree, and got up slowly and with difficulty.

Wan Wan immediately said: "Don't move! If you're hurt, I'll do it. ”

With that, Wan Wan got up and went into the hollow of the tree.

Strictly calculated, the bunch of sycamore flowers was pierced in the early hours of this morning. I don't know if there is any attention to the tattoo technique in this era, and whether the water that has just been touched will have an impact. Either way, it's always a good idea to do a little more protection.

Wan Wan first took a bottle of medicinal dew, found the location of the flower by touch, and smeared a large piece of it firmly. Then she took out the jar of ointment given by Feng Han, hesitated for a moment and still picked a little and wiped it on.

I don't know if it's because of the moisture in the potion or because of the ointment, the fragrance comes out lightly, and it seems to linger in the air.

After processing, Wan Wan took out a bag of jujube paste cake from the small basket. She straightened her clothes, then walked out of the tree hole and handed the bag of jujube mud cake to Feng Qingcheng.

"I will pad my stomach and replenish my blood."

Feng Qingcheng stretched out his hand to take it, he looked at the size of the bag of jujube cakes, and then looked at her for a long time, and finally stopped his eyes on her bulging waist and abdomen.

Wan Wan took a few steps back with her lower abdomen, and said weakly: "What are you looking at?" ”

Then she understood. Where can she put a jujube paste cake the size of a small watermelon in her sleeve pocket and waist bag.

She's seen through it, right?

If you see through it, you can see through it, anyway, this disguise is not designed to trick him. She kept pretending, but she felt that letting him know that he had saved a basket desperately, and her face was a little uncomfortable, and she was also a little ......

Well, what is there for her to be afraid of? He couldn't beat her, not to mention that he was still hurt.

As for face, she didn't have that thing anyway.

Wan Wan sat on the spot, pulled out the basket with the food inside in front of him, and then swaggered to put the basket on her lap, opened the steamed bun with meat, and picked one up to eat. She glanced at Feng Qingcheng and saw that he really looked at her for a moment—the basket on his knees.

Wan Wan deliberately shook the meat steamed bun and said, "Don't look at it, mutton." You have wounds on your body and you can't eat. ”

Then she saw Feng Qingcheng laughing, it was really laughing, and there was no anger or annoyance.

He didn't say anything, and she was relaxed, and she nibbled on two meat steamed buns only to realize that he was just holding the bag of jujube paste cakes and hadn't opened them to eat.

Wan Wan patted her head, put the meat steamed bun in her hand on the ground along with the basket, got up and came to him to open the paper bag of the jujube mud cake.

This paper bag is so tight, he only has one hand at the moment, and it is naturally difficult to open it.

As she got closer to him, Wan Wan realized that there was an exceptionally fresh smell of blood on his body. Upon closer inspection, he found a cracked wound on his waist.

Wan Wan couldn't help but say, "Why don't you say that the wound is ruptured?" ”

Feng Qingcheng didn't answer, just looked at her with a smile.

Wan Wan sighed and said secretly: This person is really a pervert.

I can't tear the paper bag without making a sound, and I can't make a sound when the wound is cracked. Knowing that he made this miserable situation for the sake of the basket, he just laughed. This time he didn't answer the question, he just laughed.

In three years, this good person has gone to that abnormal road and never returned.

Wan Wan looked at him, and felt sorry for a while: It's really a pity for this good skin.

When she applied the medicine just now, she sprinkled the medicine powder directly from the flaw in her clothes, and at this moment, the wound cracked and then started from the small flaw, which was very difficult to operate.

Wan Wan untied his clothes with her hands, and gently and carefully peeled the blood-soaked clothes off of him layer by layer. This time, she handled it carefully and carefully, first scrubbing the skin of the wound with a handkerchief dipped in the potion, and then sprinkled the hemostatic powder again.

In addition to these new injuries, he also had several old wounds on his body, which were not there three years ago.

Wan Wan gently touched the old wounds, and then wiped the blood stains from the other wounds, and then carefully put on his clothes.

Raise your eyes just in time to meet his. Wan Wan was stunned for a moment, then coughed lightly, and said with a natural face: "Injuries do not avoid medical treatment." ”

Feng Qingcheng curled the corners of his lips, and the smile in his eyes was obviously different from a few times.

Wan Wan was looked at by those eyes with such a smile, and immediately "cut" her waist and said, "Who hasn't seen whom?" ”

She put away the medicinal dew and powder, looked at the blood stains on her hands, and directly found a place on the hem of Feng Qingcheng's clothes where there were no blood stains, and wiped it firmly. Then he opened the bag of jujube cakes, broke off a piece and handed it to him.

Sitting back and continuing to nibble on a few bites of meat steamed buns, Wan Wan vaguely remembered that she had just said that she would not let him speak.

Is it because of that sentence that he has been silent?

She said she wouldn't let him speak, and he wouldn't. It's unlikely.

Wan Wan cleared her throat and said tentatively, "You can speak." But you've got to talk well. ”

After the words fell, Wan Wan listened to Feng Qingcheng and said, "It will be raised." ”

"Huh?" Wan Wan was confused, and looked at him with question marks in her eyes.

Feng Qingcheng said with a smile: "Didn't you say that it was a pity to have this good skin. These injuries will heal soon. ”

Wan Wan ......

She, did she say what was in her heart again?

That's not what she meant, though.