What bad thoughts can a little snake have?

As soon as Fahai's movements stopped, he turned around slowly.

The phoenix eyes quietly stared at the person in front of her.

Behind him, Xue Qing slowly clenched the quilt tightly with his hands, in order to relieve a little anxiety in his heart at the moment.

You don't need to look at it to know that the quilt cover is probably going to be turned into dried plums by him.

"Excuse me, my lord."

Um?Is this a promise?

Xue Qing originally thought that he would be rejected, but at this moment it was beyond his expectation.

He let go of the quilt silently, and the quilt cover that had been ravaged and ravaged for a long time finally took a breath.

Xue Qing moved on the couch, motioning for Fa Hai to sit up.

Fa Hai's drooping eyelashes trembled, and he just sat down on the edge of the couch.

The sandalwood fragrance came over again.

It is estimated that Fahai will feel uncomfortable, but he was surprised that Fahai agreed to let him help with the medicine.

So Xue Qing felt that he should take the initiative.

His fingers touched Fa Hai's monk robe, trying to help Fa Hai take off his shirt first.

How to apply medicine to the back without taking off the shirt! ?

Just as Xue Qing was pinching the hem of the shirt with his fingertips and was about to pull it off, another person's hand lightly touched his fingertips and touched him slowly, making him stop.

Then Fa Hai took off his shirt on his own initiative.

The upper body that contained strength also gradually revealed with his movements.

All displayed in front of Xue Qing were the abrupt and messy whip marks.

One by one, old and new are mixed, interlaced and stacked together.

There are also a few that seem to be newly added, and have not even healed, looking extremely hideous.

In addition to shocking, there is also a strange beauty.

The scars destroyed the original flawless body, but gave it a new look.

As if being bewitched, Xue Qing lightly touched the flesh on the edge of one of the welt marks.

This piece was poked by him and pushed down.

The touch...is surprisingly good.

Only after doing this action did Xue Qing realize what he had done subconsciously.

Fearing that the monk would think he was not serious, he hastily reached out and took the porcelain pot from Fa Hai.

When the porcelain jar was opened, a medicinal fragrance gushed out, and inside was a light green solidified paste.

It's not what the ointment is made of, it's different from the ordinary ointments Xue Qing has seen before, it has a unique fragrance, which smells refreshing and refreshing.

Xue Qing dipped some ointment with his fingertips, it was sticky.

The ointment melted a little due to the temperature of his skin, and it looked like it was about to melt from the semi-solidified ointment down the fingertips, making it greasy.

He quickly pointed at one of the unhealed welts with his fingertips, and gently applied the ointment bit by bit.

He felt the body of his subordinate tremble slightly with his movements. Although the tremor was imperceptible, Xue Qing still noticed it.

"Is it too painful?" Xue Qing asked.

Xue Qing had never used this ointment before, so he didn't know if this ointment was very irritating to the wound.

The main reason is that Fa Hai's wound looks scary even on the outside.

Especially now that you look closely, you can feel the strength of the whip when it was struck down. It is estimated that it was merciless and did not withdraw its strength.

I don't know what kind of whip it was, but the edge of the wound was scraped bloody.

Fa Hai didn't answer, but Xue Qing put down his strength and applied the ointment again.

"I'll be lighter." Xue Qing said to himself.

While speaking, Xue Qing dug some ointment with his fingertips, and applied the ointment on the wound, and the wound became moist together.

It took so long to paint a wound.

Xue Qing sneaked forward, wanting to observe Fa Hai's expression.

Looking over his shoulder, he could only see Fahai's half-downcast eyes, but couldn't distinguish his expression.

It is estimated that it is the same turbulent appearance as it is seen on weekdays.

only……

Xue Qing glanced at Fa Hai's trembling eyelashes again.

Thick and black as a butterfly, about to spread its wings and fly.

On the contrary, he revealed a little mood to the indifferent person in front of him.

It probably hurts, sorry to say.

Xue Qing said that he understood Fa Hai's pretending to be innocent.

He couldn't help curling his lips.

I didn't expect Master Fahai to save face.

The wound behind him was carefully applied with cool ointment bit by bit, as if the scorching pain of the wound itself was also covered up.

And with it comes another...

It is like the itch of tender flesh regenerating and wounds slowly healing.

It seemed to emerge from the depths of the skin, itching little by little.

Fahai couldn't help shaking his back.

But the next second, he froze again.

A small gust of wind blew through the wound.

The wound itched even more.

It was the person behind who was gently blowing on his wound.

"Will this be better?" Xue Qing asked.

"It's better." Fahai said hoarsely, "Thank you."

It's just that the eyelashes trembled more violently.

Applying ointment to all the welts on the back is obviously a big project.

"This welt... did something happen?"

As soon as Xue Qing asked, she regretted it.

He asked nonsense again.

Xue Qing pretended nothing happened and continued to apply medicine silently.

The air in the room returned to silence.

I thought that Fa Hai would not answer his question, so the matter was exposed.

But Fahai actually spoke up.

"Buddha's heart is unstable, he should be punished." Fahai said.

The Buddha's mind is unstable?

Master Fahai also has moments when his Buddha's mind is unstable?

Xue Qing couldn't figure it out, but he didn't want to go deeper. He was surprised that Fa Hai was willing to answer his question.

So he only responded lightly, and continued to apply the medicine quietly.

After painting all the welt marks on Fa Hai's back, Xue Qing felt that his finger was about to callus.

Maybe it would be faster to start with two fingers.

The cool medicinal scent is stronger.

It completely covered up the original sandalwood fragrance on Fahai's body.

Even Xue Qing felt that he would have the same scent of medicine all over his body.

It's just that Xue Qing saw that his sticky hand was in trouble, and tried to cover the lid of the medicine jar with one hand, but it was probably because the palm of the hand was sweating after holding it for a long time. It slipped out of his palm and landed on the bed again.

Xue Qing: ...

The little porcelain pot also wants to fight against him.

Xue Qing was about to buckle it again when another hand snatched the lid of the porcelain pot one step ahead of him.

The joints are distinct, the fingers are long and slender, and the sapphire-colored porcelain lid makes the fingers look like jade.

Fa Hai slowly closed the porcelain jar.

Then it seemed that he was about to get up and put on his coat. Xue Qing kindly reminded him: "Don't put it on, the clothes will be stained with the ointment. Wait for a while to let the ointment dry."

Fa Hai listened to his words, and stopped the movements of his hands.

He made a salute to Xue Qing, "Thank you for today's benefactor."

"No thanks, I should."

Xue Qing was even more embarrassed to be thanked so solemnly by Fa Hai.

He waved his hand casually, indicating that this was not worth mentioning at all.

Xue Qing got out of bed looking for a towel or something else to wipe her hands.

His hand was still sticky, and it didn't feel very good.

At this time, the ointment behind Fa Hai was almost dry, so Fa Hai turned around and put on the monk robe.

If it weren't for the lingering fragrance of the medicine, the monk in front of him was fully clothed, and it was hard to see that his back was full of ferocious and frightening welts.

When Xue Qing looked for Wuguo to look at his hands covered in ointment, a white scarf appeared in front of his eyes, Xue Qing raised his eyes, and looked into those calm phoenix eyes.

It turned out that Fahai had noticed his hands covered in ointment.

It just seemed that for the first time, he vaguely felt that little imperceptible smile from the phoenix eyes.

Now it was Xue Qing's turn to thank him in a low voice.

Xue Qing took the towel and wiped his fingers carefully one by one.

It's just that the ointment has been on for too long, even if it is wiped clean, there is still an illusion.

It was as if the cool but sticky ointment was still on his hands.

After wiping, Xue Qing held the handkerchief and hesitated for two seconds.

"I will return it to Master Fahai after washing it."

Xue Qing said.

After all, this clean veil was dirty by him.

It should be cleaned and returned to others.

"Need not."

Fa Hai stretched out his hand towards Xue Qing.

Seeing Fa Hai's outstretched hand, Xue Qing bit her lip, but still put the scarf on Fa Hai's hand.

Fa Hai neatly folded the towel with light green ointment on it.

Fahai put the folded towel into his sleeve robe.

This monk looked serious and cold.

It wasn't until Fa Hai left that Xue Qing poured himself a cup of tea.

The operation just now made his hands feel a little sour.

However, inadvertently lowering his eyes, he caught a glimpse of his flat chest and the intricate and beautiful embroidery on his clothes.

Xue Qing suddenly realized that he seemed to be still wearing women's clothing, pretending to be a girl.

And he even invited Fa Hai to take off his shirt and expose his upper body a moment ago.

I personally applied the ointment to the monk's back.

Oh wow.