Qing Lingyi's face became increasingly red: "Who seduced you..."
He was still a little angry and wanted to take his legs back.
Cheng Yang saw her flushed cheeks but stubborn eyes, and inexplicably thought of the word "unyielding to death".
He felt it was funny, but he let go easily.
Qing Lingyi sat up smoothly, quickly arranged her clothes and smoothed out her messy hair.
Suddenly something was thrown into her arms. She looked down and saw that it was a small jar.
"Ointment," Cheng Yang said lazily, "wipe it on your face."
Qing Lingyi grabbed the jar, feeling inexplicably, and said, "Thank you, general."
Cheng Yang turned around, took another jar from the shelf, and handed it back to her: "This one is for treating redness and swelling. I used it for you last time."
Qing Lingyi recalled his generous act of wiping the ointment on her back, and the little anger she had just felt completely disappeared, and she caught it with both hands: "Thank you, General!"
Qing Lingyi looked back and forth at the two jars.
She was thinking that Biwei went to Dr. Wu to get some ointment for scratches and would be back later.
So, she chose the jar that treated redness and swelling.
Cheng Yang sat down on the edge of the couch silently.
Qing Lingyi paused and looked up.
"Why, you want my help again?" Cheng Yang raised his eyebrows.
"No."
Qing Lingyixin said, I'm wondering why you still don't leave.
But how could she dare to say this? She lowered her head and took off her shoes and socks, and pulled her trouser legs up to her thighs.
She had not endured much hardship since she was a child, her muscles and bones were soft, and her skin was white and tender. Today, she had to kneel for an hour, relying solely on willpower to support her. Her knees had already become red and swollen.
Looking at it now, it is very shocking.
Qing Lingyi concentrated his attention, dipped a small amount of the paste into his fingertips, and rubbed it into the red and swollen areas.
It really hurt, and her beautiful eyebrows frowned involuntarily.
"You're so afraid of pain, why do you have to kneel for that hour?" Cheng Yang said sarcastically.
"I don't want to kneel down either, but I don't dare to fight against the tiger or Feng He. People know one thing but not the other."
Qing Lingyi sighed, "Now everyone calls you the 'Prime Minister of the West'. As your wife, if I don't share the punishment with the princess, what will the outside world think, and what will your Majesty think?"
Cheng Yang stared at her for a while and said, "You have studied hard under Mr. Zuo for three years, so you have not made any progress."
Qing Lingyi blew on the wound and said indifferently: "Isn't this a truth that ordinary people can understand."
She was about to put medicine on another leg when she suddenly murmured: "General, this ointment..."
"Um?"
A bit of coldness seeped into the area where the ointment had just been applied. It was not irritating and even suppressed the pain.
Qing Ling raised his face in surprise: "The effect is great!"
Cheng Yang sneered, it's just an ointment, it's not worthy of such a smile.
But the corners of his mouth turned upward.
"Did Dr. Wu give this ointment?"
"I didn't give it to you?"
Qing Lingyi smiled: "Then I thank you general."
Cheng Yang said lazily: "If you want to thank me, you can't just say it with your mouth."
Qing Lingyi asked: "General, what do you want to eat?"
Cheng Yang raised his eyebrows, what do you want to eat?
His eyes lightly passed over her lips.
Qing Lingyi understood his intention instantly, her cheeks turned red, and she stumbled: "I, I have to continue... continue to apply the ointment."
Cheng Yang didn't say anything.
But after that, he never took his eyes away from her.
Qing Lingyi gritted his teeth and treated the other knee, and then wiped the scars on his face.
Cheng Yang suddenly reached out and took the jar first.
She looked up blankly: "General?"
Cheng Yang said in a deep voice: "I'll come."
Qing Lingyi tried to struggle: "I can do it myself! General, just help me get a mirror!"
Cheng Yang's tone left no room for comment: "Sit tight."
Qing Lingyi had no choice but to sit down obediently.
"Put your face up."
Qing Lingyi raised her face obediently again.
Cheng Yang is tall and taller than her when sitting on the couch.
He bowed his head slightly and looked at her face carefully.
From this distance, Qing Lingyi could smell the smell on his body, which was dry and steady, with a faint smell of blood.
She planned to smell it carefully again, but Cheng Yang's fingers already pressed up.
People who join the army practice weapons all year round, and their fingertips are rough and hot.
Inexplicably, Qing Lingyi's face turned red again, and it was difficult to be distracted from thinking about anything else.
"What's wrong?" Cheng Yang's voice was low.
Qing Lingyi didn't dare to look at him, looked at the wall behind him, and said nonchalantly: "No...nothing..."
"Aren't you shy?"
Cheng Yang's voice is inherently magnetic, and his smile is even more pleasant and sultry.
Qing Lingyi's heartbeat skipped half a beat, and her brain felt a little swollen.
His tone changed: "Did your face get scratched?"
"Ah," Qing Lingyi came back to his senses, "Hua Yang caught it accidentally. What happened?"
"You have a beautiful face, it would be a shame to have a scar."
Qing Lingyi felt that this was some kind of compliment, and she wasn't sure, but Cheng Yang was indeed staring at her intently.
She was a little shy: "It won't leave any scars. It looks serious at the corner of the mouth, but it doesn't actually hurt."
"Not even the corner of the mouth," Cheng Yang said, "I want to kiss you."
Qing Lingyi was stunned when he heard this. The blush on his cheeks suddenly became brighter, and even his porcelain white neck was dyed peach.
Cheng Yang lowered his eyes and took in all her emotions. She was shy, seductive, yet timid, which was really unsettling.
He barely maintained his composure, dipped his index finger in the ointment, and applied it to the corners of her mouth.
The soft touch pulled him back to that night.
It's hard to restrain one's emotions, and one's hands are inevitably a bit stronger.
Qing Lingyi felt pain and let out a slight cry.
But at such a close distance, how could Cheng Yang not hear it.
The last tense string in her heart suddenly broke. Chengyang's eyes were dark, he held her chin, lowered his head, and kissed her lips.
He opened his eyes and faced Qing Lingyi's surprised expression.
She was obviously at a loss, and she still subconsciously wanted to refuse, but she restrained herself, her eyes turned red, and Chu Chu whimpered pitifully.
Cheng Yang indulged in it and didn't intend to let it go easily.
He licked and rubbed slowly, tasting her lips carefully.
When he saw mist in her eyes for the first time, he stopped mercifully.
"Why are you crying?" Cheng Yang's voice was hoarse.
"No...don't mean," Qing Lingyi sobbed faintly, "Are you going to kiss me tonight?"
"Is there any difference between kissing now and kissing at night?"
Qing Lingyi choked, as if...this was really the truth.
She resigned herself to her fate and raised her hand to wipe away her tears.
"Afraid?" Cheng Yang asked.
Qing Lingyi shook his head.
"Is that annoying?"
Qing Lingyi shook his head again.
Cheng Yang caressed her skin: "You don't hate me, or do you hate kissing?"
Qing Lingyi sniffed: "I don't hate it either."
Cheng Yang smiled lowly.
He concluded: "If you don't hate me, you just like me. You like me and you like kissing."
Qing Lingyi was stunned for a moment. How could he make such an inference?
Cheng Yang put the jar aside and turned back: "Then shall I continue?"
Qing Lingyi was stunned again: "Why do we still want to kiss?"
Cheng Yang narrowed his eyes: "Not happy?"
Before Qing Lingyi could say anything, he sneered: "It doesn't work if you don't like it. Try it again, something more intense."
