But soon, the pain in his hands and body passed over, Lou Jing frowned and reached out to touch, but was blocked by a hand halfway.

"Don't touch it, just got the medicine." Beaten pressed his frozen hand back.

Lou Jing remembered that she suddenly kissed himself last night, and her face burned again. She faced Biten a little shamelessly, and couldn't help shrinking back: "Palace Master... How long have you been here?"

Beaten said in a low voice, "It's been a while. You need to take medicine on time for your wounds, or you might get inflamed."

What else can Lou Jing say? Beaten is so kind, he can't let her go any more, it's too abrupt and too ignorant.

The two didn't mention what happened last night, tacitly, but the atmosphere when they got along was subtly different.

Lou Jing became more sensitive/sensitive, Beaten just held his hand to give him medicine, his heartbeat was too fast, and his head was dizzy, so he could only pretend to be in a daze.

Beaten knew he was shy, so she didn't say anything to tease him at this time, just drugged him, then leaned over and blew on him.

The cool breath brushed on the skin, soothing the burning pain, but it brought an even weirder feeling, as if it was itching everywhere... In short, Lou Jing was so uncomfortable that he spoke dryly. , I want Bitzen to stop doing this: "Palace Master..."

Beaten: "This medicine is good or not, but it is very stimulating. It will be better if you blow it."

Lou Jing shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

Beaten said cheekily, "But I think you hurt."

Lou Jing: "..."

I have to say, it's actually quite painful.

He just endured it all the time, but he didn't expect Beaten to know that after blowing it on him, it really didn't seem to hurt much, but it tickled, as if it wanted to itch all the way down his bones into his heart.

Lou Jing felt the cool hair falling on his arm, and couldn't help but imagine what kind of scene it was.

Unable to think of it, he lowered his eyes in despair.

"Lou Jing," Beaten called him suddenly, in a coaxing tone, "Can you take off your clothes?"

Lou Jing was stunned: "What?"

"You still have burns on your body, so you need medicine." Beaten leaned over, afraid that he would resist, and applied a patch: "I'll ask a servant to give it to you."

Lou Jing really wanted to refuse, but he was relieved when he heard that he had asked the servant to come: "Then the Palace Master will be troublesome."

Beaten hummed vaguely and blew on the back of his hand again. Lou Jing's toes under the quilt were curled up. He turned his face away and tried to retract his hand a little.

Beaten followed him. As soon as he pulled his hand, she let go. Seeing Lou Jing's ergen's crimson color, her eyes deepened and she stood up and said, "Then I'll find someone to come in."

Lou Jing listened to the sound of her footsteps going away, and his tense body relaxed again.

It wasn't that he resisted Beaten coming to him, it was just... the current Beaten always made him nervous.

Distraught.

The person who came in again was really a little servant. His voice was respectful, indicating that the Palace Master had asked him to come over and help the young master with medicine, and then carefully helped Lou Jing take off his shirt.

Lou Jing felt the cold ointment fall on his shoulder, causing a sharp sting, but this time, no one helped him blow away the pain.

The servant helped him get medicine and left.

Lou Jing's head was empty for a while, and he sat on the bed in a daze, but he quickly regained his senses because of the strong and bitter medicinal smell in the air.

Before tasting it in his mouth, Lou Jing's tongue seemed to have already felt the bitterness.

Lou Jing: "..."

Biten came in with the medicine in hand, held the hot porcelain bowl in her hand, and sat on the edge of the bed without changing her face. She saw Lou Jing pursing her lips, showing an expression of not wanting to drink the medicine.

Beaten looked at the thick black medicine in her hand, coughed lightly, and comforted him, "You can use candied fruit to suppress the bitterness after eating."

Lou Jing drank so many bitter medicines since he was a child, but he was already used to it, but after listening to Biten coaxing him, he coughed lightly, he was not a child.

Lou Jing groped and stretched out his hand in her direction: "Palace Master, I'll do it myself."

"Wait a minute, let it cool down first." Beaten warmed the soup medicine in the porcelain bowl with the cold ghost in her hand, and without acting like a demon, she obediently put the porcelain bowl with the appropriate temperature and the spoon in place. Put the ground in Lou Jing's hand, so that he can drink by himself.

Lou Jing was also afraid that Beaten would use this excuse to feed him by himself, so he panicked for a while.

His physical condition is not so good. If Beaten really treats him like a porcelain doll, taking care of him like he can't take care of himself, Lou Jing will really feel even more uncomfortable.

Now Beaten has just the right sense of distance, so that Lou Jing can feel her love without being too close, which is just right.

Lou Jing, the silly rabbit, was deceived by the false appearance. He carefully stuck his head out of the nest, and stepped into the gentle trap woven by Beaten with one foot.

Chapter 19

Lou Jing drank this bowl of medicine with a particularly intoxicating smell in one breath, and almost wrinkled his face.

He still underestimated the bitterness of this medicine, this bowl must be the most bitter bowl he has ever drank in his life!

His stomach even started to churn, Lou Jing pursed his mouth tightly and wanted to vomit.

At this moment, something fell in his palm, and Beaten's voice with a smile fell into his ear: "It's candied fruit, it's very sweet."

She got a little closer, and the light breath fell on his neck, Lou Jing shrank his neck, and took a bite of the candied fruit as if to cover up.

It's really sweet, sweet, and don't know where Beaten got such sweet candied fruit.

The overly sweet taste washed away the bitter taste on the tip of the tongue, Lou Jing narrowed his eyes slightly and heard the sound of Beaten opening the window.

Fresh air poured into the room, with the faint scent of unknown flowers, which was very pleasant.

Unlike Xuanqing Temple, the turbid smell of incense in the front hall will always be carried to the backyard by the wind, and when the incense is strong, it will make him especially uncomfortable.

Beaten walked back quickly, pulled up the quilt and wrapped him into a zongzi: "The weather is getting colder now, don't catch a cold."