Dong Lin was startled, lowered his head and took a closer look, and saw that his chest was wrapped with a white cloth strip, with faint traces of blood on it.
"I'm going to help you change your dressing now!" The girl stretched out her hands and pressed them stubbornly on his shoulders, "You are a patient now! Be obedient and don't move! Lie down quickly!"
Her voice was cute and her tone was light and pleasant.
Donglin hesitated for a moment, but then he lay down obediently.
"Eat some hemp first!" The girl took out a piece of grass from the flower basket she brought and fed it to his mouth, "This way it won't hurt!"
"I'm not afraid of pain!" Dong Lin turned away and refused to eat.
The girl didn't force it, she just carefully untied his shirt, gently pulled it apart, and then untied the white cloth strips tied to his body. When untying the cloth strips, she gently hugged his waist, smelling a delicate fragrance. It hit his nose, and Dong Lin subconsciously twisted his head back.
When the cloth was opened, Dong Lin saw a long, ferocious scar lying on his chest like a centipede. There was slight redness and swelling around it, but it did not suppurate, indicating that he was recovering well.
"When did you get the stitches?" he asked in surprise, "Why was I so unaware of it?"
"Because I fed you hemp grass!" The girl smiled back, "You were so good back then! I can do whatever you want! You..."
Halfway through her words, she suddenly thought of what it was like to play with this person, her face became hot, and she hurriedly lowered her head.
Dong Lin was looking at her for a moment, but when he saw her suddenly shy, knowing what she was thinking, his heart skipped a beat and he twisted his head back.
After twisting three times in a row, his head was almost broken. After bandaging the wound, the girl found that his neck was halfway turned, and was surprised: "You were fine just now, are you cramping again? Come on, let me see!"
Without any explanation, she held his face and put her other hand on his neck. Donglin's heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly stretched out his hand to push her away.
"It's okay!" he said hoarsely.
"Ah, it's really okay!" The girl breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he was okay, and took out some food from the basket, "My dear, you must be hungry, right? Just wait a moment, I'll make soup for you!"
"No need!" Dong Lin shook his head, "I'm leaving now!"
He was a little strange today, his heart was beating wildly. When the girl came close to him, her body and face were still inexplicably hot. He was suffering from cold syndrome. He should have been feeling like he was lying on ice all the time, but today his body was always hot, which was disturbing. .
"Can you walk?" The girl tilted her head and looked at him, "Don't you remember how badly you were hurt?"
Dong Lin disagrees.
He had suffered more serious injuries before. Although this injury was not minor, it was nothing.
He is a heavenly war god, not an ordinary person!
However, the God of War struggled for a long time, and before he could stand up straight, he felt that his eyes were turning black, his body was covered in cold sweat, his legs were getting weak, and he fell forward!
Fortunately, the girl's quick eyesight and hands quickly supported him and placed him back on the soft flower cushion.
"My benefactor, don't be brave!" She comforted with a light smile, "Look at how beautiful the scenery here is, just stay and raise him for a few days, just enjoy the scenery! I will stay with my benefactor until you recover. !」
She really stayed with him when she said she wanted to, and she always tried her best to take care of him. She was extremely attentive and considerate. She talked a lot, chirping like a little sparrow, and kept talking.
Dong Lin has never liked people who are noisy, but Xu's mood has changed during this period. Listening to her talk and laugh, he no longer feels noisy.
Of course, it is also possible that her voice is very nice and what she says is very interesting. No matter what she says, she is always full of interest and full of fun. When she gets excited, she will sing little songs to him, or she will sing a little song to him, or sing a little song to him under the cherry blossom tree. Dance.
Compared to the fairies of the Heaven Realm Si Yin Si Wu, her music and dance postures are not superior.
However, what's better is that it's novel and unique, or maybe she's not dancing or singing, she's just having fun.
The innocent little girl, with a laugh like a silver bell, can sing a song or dance anytime and anywhere, under the moonlight, under the starlight, among the falling flowers, under the bright spring sun. His spiritual power is unstable and his cultivation is not perfect. Sometimes while dancing and singing, his original shape appears and turns into a cat, but he is still there singing and dancing, which is hilarious.
Donglin
After living for thousands of years, this was the first time he saw such a lively and interesting little girl. Her cheerfulness, brightness, and wanton joy made him feel like a pool of stagnant water.
However, it is only a slight wave.
If it hadn't been for that accident, what remained in his heart would be a wonderful time of freedom, but then...
Dong Lin sighed softly, and the hand caressing Xiaomao'er's body trembled slightly, and a blush slowly crept up his face. He took a deep breath and slowly pressed his face against Xiaomao'er's soft neck.
The kitten was sleeping soundly.
Once you transform into a cat, you acquire the habits of a cat. You can lie down instead of sitting, and you have to take a nap from time to time.
Xiaofu's arms were soft and warm. Although he was a little kid, he was very good at holding kittens. His two lotus-jointed arms hugged her firmly, bringing a warm sense of security.
Li Qiye slept very comfortably and soon fell into a sweet dream.
In the dream, she seemed to be back in the cherry blossom forest. She was guarding her benefactor while he was recovering from his injuries. When he was awake, she would chat with him. When he was asleep, she would peek at him openly. When she treated his injuries, she was even more dignified. Admire his form.
Because her spiritual power was unstable, she would transform into her original form from time to time. She used to hate herself being transformed, but after meeting her benefactor, she suddenly wanted to turn into a cat.
Once you become a cat, you can sit beside him openly, hug his neck, lick his face, lie on his chest, rub his legs, and act coquettishly in all kinds of ways. No matter how shameful you do, you won't feel ashamed. .
Why is she such a clingy little kitten?
At that time, her benefactor would not reject her.
But it wouldn't work in human form. Her benefactor didn't like to be too close to people, so she had to keep her distance from him.
Fortunately, my benefactor liked cats. When she was a cat, he would caress her gently, and occasionally rub her face with his chin, or wrap her tail around his fingertips, which made her heart beat. Paroxysms of tingling.
After that, she just kept being a cat and clinging to him.
Was it because she was too clingy that she scared her benefactor away?
Li Qiye sighed deeply in his dream: "I won't cling to you anymore, okay? Can you let me meet you? I'll wait for you under the cherry blossom tree tomorrow. You must come, okay?"
Dong Lin heard her muttering, trembled suddenly, and suddenly lowered his eyes to look at her.
The kitten sniffed and let out a delicate meow. The sound awakened a certain secret memory, making his face become redder and redder, almost dripping with blood!
"I... can't hold it anymore..." He took a deep breath and handed the cat to Mo Qiancheng, "My hands... are tired..."
"Little brat! Do you think our Ah Li is too heavy?" Mo Qiancheng laughed and took the kitten, pinched the oily and soft fur with his fingertips, and smiled again: "A Li, you still What a little fat cat!"
The little fat cat felt great in his hands. He hugged and kissed it and couldn't put it down. It made Dong Lin's teeth itch. Seeing that he wasn't paying attention, he leaned forward and took the cat back into his arms.
