Chapter 711: The age is petite and cannot be bullied 25
As soon as Shi Qing's words fell, she heard a loud movement in the room, and she immediately stood up.
Thinking that Song Zhaonan would be awkward, Shi Qing's hand on the door paused, and asked aloud, "What's wrong with you?" Can I get in? ”
Shi Qing motioned for Ah Fu not to make a sound, but Ah Fu had to keep quiet, standing outside the door and glaring at each other.
“…… Come in. ”
After a while, I heard Song Zhaonan's voice.
With his permission, Shi Qing was about to go in, and found that Ah Fu was still standing in place, and she glanced back.
Fortunately, Ah Fu was not so stunned at this time, and realized that he should not be here, so Ah Fu hurriedly left.
Shi Qing pushed the door in, and Song Zhaonan was picking up the stool he had just knocked down, and the ground was full of water, revealing a large dark gray color.
Song Zhaonan stood in place a little helplessly, and said nervously: "I don't know what else is ...... next to me"
Shi Qing came over and asked, "Where did you hit just now?" ”
didn't hear Shi Qing's blame, Song Zhaonan was a little stunned for a while, and before he could react, his trouser leg had been lifted to her knees.
There was a big bruise on his calf, which was not just hit, but should have been hit with a wooden stick or something.
No wonder he walked so dangling before, Shi Qing thought he was simply because he couldn't see.
Shi Qing's voice sounded a little cold, "Where else?" ”
Song Zhaonan took a step back, his lacquered eyelashes drooped low, and from the bottom up, he couldn't see the look in his eyes clearly, but just by facing that good-looking face, people were reluctant to get angry at him, and they didn't know who could be so ruthless.
Shi Qing eased his tone and asked him, "You don't think about itself, right?" ”
Song Zhaonan buried his head again, and his voice was low, "...... No. ”
Shi Qing: "......"
Does this look like nothing?
Believe his nonsense!
"You sit there."
Shi Qing pulled him to the side of the bed, pressed his shoulders, and asked Song Zhaonan to sit down.
Shi Qing said, "I'll go out and get something, and I'll come back later." ”
“…… Well. ”
After Shi Qing went out, the surroundings were very quiet, Xu was uneasy, Song Zhaonan sat very upright, holding the edge of the bed with his hands in a proper manner, and his fingertips were slightly white.
When Shi Qing came back, Song Zhaonan was still in the same posture as when she left just now, motionless.
When he heard the voice, he looked up and looked again.
"What are you going to get?"
In such a short period of time, Song Zhaonan seems to have found a way to tell if it is her.
Shi Qing didn't speak first, but Song Zhaonan had already confirmed her identity.
"Some herbs."
Shi Qing took the pestle and mortar to mash those herbs, came to Song Zhaonan again, and lifted his trouser leg to give him medicine.
The aroma of grass is very faint.
Song Zhaonan lowered his head and asked, "What is this?" ”
"Dandelion."
Shi Qing raised his head and met Song Zhaonan's face close at hand. A soft, warm yellow light fell beside the contours of his cheeks, and a transparent halo outlined his handsome and delicate features.
When you get close, you can see his eyelashes like a small brush, which is particularly beautiful. The only failure was probably that there was no sparkle in his eyes, and the bright and scattered fragments of light seemed to float on the surface of a dark lake.
Shi Qing lowered his head and continued to give him medicine.
Finding that Shi Qing was about to lift his clothes again, Song Zhaonan's face was still red, and he tried to say, "I heard you talking to others just now, can you ......?"
"No, you can't."
Shi Qing didn't think about it and rejected him: "Man, it's not good." ”