Gong Yuanzheng finally figured it out. It must be because Su Baoer now occupied his brother. He clenched his fists and was thinking about when he would have an attack.
But Gong Shangjiao suddenly said: "It doesn't hurt anymore?"
Su Baoer immediately leaned in his arms obediently, pressed against Gong Shangjiao's heart, and said in a loud voice: "It hurts, it hurts very much. Do you want me to give you some medicine later?"
Who asked Yuan Zheng not to tell him that his brother was back, but asked him to apply medicine on her, and then made Yuan Zheng's brother angry to death. He was secretly happy in his heart, but Gong Shangjiao suddenly said:
"Brother is going to take charge of the job. I'll clean it up for you later on during the expedition."
The corners of Gong Shangjiao's mouth raised, and a trace of tenderness slipped through his eyes, as if he was watching a good show.
"What?"
Su Baoer looked at the handsome young man behind him with a horrified expression.
It's over. Xiao Dudu should be gentle, right? She hesitated a little in her heart.
In Zheng Palace, Gong Yuanzheng took out a bottle of unknown water and cleaned the wounds on Su Baoer's face and hands.
There were still a few stones stuck in the wound on his hand, which made him a little frightened.
"You're about to catch up with that good-for-nothing Gong Ziyu, who can even fall while walking."
"What did you say? How could you use him as a metaphor..." Su Baoer's eyes widened, and suddenly something cold was pressed against the wound. It hurt so much that she cried out in pain: "Ah, it hurts so much."
Tears dripped down. Gong Yuanzheng applied medicine with one hand and wiped her tears with the other hand to prevent the wounds on her face from getting more painful.
He said dissatisfiedly: "Don't cry. If you cry again, your dinner tonight will be a bowl of medicine."
Su Baoer immediately stopped crying.
Last night, everyone in the hostel received a bowl of medicine, which was said to be for the miasma in the valley. After drinking it, she felt nauseated.
She didn’t know how Yuanzheng’s brother made it, but he was able to make it into the most bitter medicine she had ever taken.
I simply never want to drink it again.
Gong Yuanzheng's lips curled up, he didn't expect his poison to be so scary, which meant that his reputation as a poison genius had spread outside the palace, and even this woman was afraid.
He felt happy and his movements became gentler.
Su Baoer looked at him quietly, seeing his eyelashes trembling, and the bells in his hair jingling with his shaking movements.
Itchingly, she reached out her hand, touched his face, and brushed his eyelashes.
The close contact stunned Gong Yuanzheng. After reacting, he immediately backed away. He touched his face with his eyes wide open and asked intermittently: "You, what are you doing?"
"Sorry, I...I may be sick," Su Baoer covered his red face.
Mistaken by her beauty, she realized for the first time that her younger brother Yuanzheng was more handsome than her older brother. She even couldn't control her greedy hands and moved closer to him.
Help, brother Yuanzheng is still a child. Su Baoer's right hand hit the left hand that was touching brother Yuanzheng's face. It's all because this hand has its own thoughts.
Her left hand happened to be injured, and she screamed out in pain: "Help, it hurts."
Gong Yuanzheng pursed his lips, and his somewhat panicked heart calmed down. He lowered his head and looked at Su Baoer in confusion.
Maybe she was really sick, otherwise why couldn't she think of harming herself? His medical skills might not be able to cure her.
Gong Yuanzheng suggested: "Tomorrow I will find a doctor to look at you and cure your madness."
"Um."
Su Baoer lay on the soft couch, buried his face in the small quilt, and softly responded to Gong Yuanzheng's words.
She is so shy now that she doesn't want to see anyone, and she doesn't even want to face Gong Yuanzheng's venomous tongue.
The lights in the room swayed, illuminating Gong Yuanzheng's face as he stared blankly at Su Baoer. He stood there in confusion.
The soft couch and the quilt all belonged to him, and even his brother never came near them.
Not to mention women.
Su Baoer sniffed the quilt, which had the smell of herbs. It was not bitter but had a refreshing fragrance. The smell made people feel comfortable and relaxed.
She took a deep breath: "It smells so good."
Gong Yuanzheng shook his hand again and again, and his eyes turned red at a loss. How could this woman be so shameless?
That was his quilt. If he hadn't been his brother's sister, he would have made her pay the price.
He shouted loudly: "You, you, Su Baoer, you have no shame."
It's over, Yuanzheng's brother got angry. Su Baoer sat up and waved his hand at him: "Yuanzheng, I didn't touch your face on purpose. Please don't be angry, okay."
She would find it interesting and happy to argue with children, but she didn't know why she was really angry and sad when she saw Gong Yuanzheng.
Su Baoer guessed that this might be the feeling of family affection.
There were dozens of words in the two paragraphs, but Gong Yuanzheng only heard three words, and that was touching your face.
"What? You still want to touch my face?"
"No, although I really want to rub it. No, I don't want to rub it, but men and women cannot kiss each other." The more he explained, the more confused he became. Su Baoer really wanted to slap himself in the mouth.
She added: "Because men and women are not intimate, I don't want to touch them."
Do you think I believe it? Gong Yuanzheng crossed his arms and looked at Su Baoer with lowered eyes. He was particularly contemptuous of her performance just now, but the red ears on his cheeks showed his uneasiness.
"I didn't expect your ideas to be so ambitious."
Want to touch him? Let’s just dream, even my brother has never been intimate with me.
"No way." Although my brother is very strong, how can he be so ambitious?
