Qiao Qixin didn't dare to move, she endured the discomfort, leaned against the wall, and moved to the door step by step.

"Anyone?" George's voice was hoarse, and his voice felt like a tear at every word.

"Are you awake?" The voice of the purple-clothed maid came from outside the door, "We put a basket for you by the door, just put the shell in it." ”

Qiao Qixin saw the gray-black "shell" on her body through the light that came in through the crack in the door.

She swallowed hard and said hoarsely, "Can you give me some water?" ”

Qiao Qixin suddenly found that her face was also smeared with that paste, no wonder her face hurt so much when she spoke.

"No, Mother Qian ordered, unless you peel off the shell, she can't give you anything, and she can't let you out." The purple-clothed maid apologized, "I'm sorry, if I don't do what Mother Qian says, I will be punished." ”

Qiao Qixin was deflated, and sat down on the ground tiredly, and the grinding stinging pain came from her back and ass again.

"Ahh She couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

"Girl, hurry up and get it, the later the shell on your body will be drier, and the easier it will be to bleed when you peel it off." The purple-clothed maid said kindly.

Hearing this, Qiao Qixin gritted her teeth and tentatively buckled a small piece of shell from her arm.

Maybe it's because of the numbness, but there is no strong feeling.

Georgette leaned against the wall, gasping weakly.

She pulled a large shell from her arm again, fine beads of blood oozing from her skin.

Worried about infection, Qiao Qixin hurriedly exchanged a bottle of potion for recovery from the mall.

She carefully poured a little on her skin, the blood-beaded skin repairing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This more or less gave Qiao Qixin some psychological comfort.

Then, one gray-black shell after another was peeled off by Georgette.

When it was peeled on her face, Qiao Qixin hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and peeled off the shell of her entire face as if she were unmasking.

"Ahh Qiao Qixin let out a terrible cry uncontrollably.

Her hands trembled as she applied the potion to her face, and the cold sensation made the pain on her face much less.

"Whew, whew—" Georgette leaned against the wall, gasping as if she had survived the catastrophe.

"Are you okay?" The purple-clothed maid waiting outside the door said with concern.

Qiao Qixin didn't have the strength to reply, and squeezed out a "um" from her throat to respond.

After a while, Qiao Qixin was almost rested, so she staggered to her feet and removed the shell from her back.

Remove and smear.

Georgette repeated these two steps mechanically and numbly.

I don't know how long it took, but the basket in the room was already filled with gray-black shells, and Qiao Qixin was lying naked in the corner.

It hurts, it hurts......

"Mother Qian! People are alive! ”

"Send it to wash and change her clothes!"

——

Qiao Qixin opened her eyes in confusion, and the sound of water flowing in her ears sounded, and her body was full of clouds.

"Am I in heaven?" Qiao Qixin muttered.

"Girl, what nonsense are you talking about?" The purple-clothed maid wrung out the towel and handed it to Qiao Qixin.

Qiao Qixin took the towel and looked down stunned.

"What's the fuss? Hurry up, I need to change my clothes. The purple-clothed maid urged, "By the way, girl, you are really in good health, not only survived after losing your skin, but also recovered very quickly." ”

She reached out and poked Qiao Qixin's arm, "Look, your skin is white and tender now, and everyone will envy it." ”

Only then did Qiao Qixin notice her skin.

The dark and rough skin that had been before was completely gone, replaced by a white and smooth skin, as smooth as a shelled egg.

"How's it going, it's not as depressed as it used to be, is it? When you peel your skin, you scream miserably. The purple-clothed maid teased.

Qiao Qixin pursed her mouth, if she could choose, she would rather be black for the rest of her life than experience such a thing as peeling.

Seeing that Qiao Qixin was still reluctant, the purple-clothed maid dragged her out of the bathtub, and then handed her a bronze mirror.

"Look, isn't it much better than before?" The purple-clothed maid said, "Learn etiquette from Mother Qian or something, when the time comes, if you are sent out, you will definitely be able to get a concubine." ”

Qiao Qixin glanced at the purple-clothed maid and did not speak.

"What's wrong?" The purple-clothed maid said, "Let me tell you, those officials are very comfortable in the mansion, and being a concubine is not much better than washing and cooking in the village and taking care of the children?" ”

Georgette shrugged and didn't answer.

She doesn't want to be a concubine, she doesn't want to do laundry, cook and take care of children, she just wants to be the shopkeeper of her own vegetable shop happily.

After drying her body, Qiao Qixin changed into a white shirt brought by the purple-clothed maid, and was then taken to Mother Qian.

Mother Qian took a sip of tea, looked Qiao Qixin up and down a few times, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, a few more days of learning the manners and the posture of serving people, and you can let Madame decide where to send you."

Qiao Qixin lowered her eyes, looking obedient and slaughtered.

"For the sake of your hard work today, go back and rest, and I'll teach you tomorrow." Mother Qian put down the teacup and waved her hand.