After giving the last call, the shopkeeper was sweating from exhaustion. As soon as he came out of Feng Jiuqing's room, he saw Nangong Ling standing at the door of the stairs, looking at him with a heavy look.

To be precise, he was staring at a door behind him.

The shopkeeper couldn't help but remind him when he thought of Feng Jiuqing's actions when he came out.

"Sir, I'm afraid the girl in the room cannot be disturbed now. She is about to take a bath. You came at a bad time."

I have been staying here for two days. The boss has not seen Nangong Ling and Feng Jiuqing spending much time together. Instead, he has spent more time with Wiaoyu, so he misunderstood.

Hearing this, Nangong Ling gave him a cold look.

The boss still dared to speak, so he quickly shut up and ran downstairs with a bucket, but he couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

What is the expression of this adult?

Although he was cold before, it was still acceptable, but now this look... made him shudder!

Turning around quietly, he saw that Nangong Ling had already walked to the door of Feng Jiuqing's room, and immediately entered.

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Inside the house, Feng Jiuqing had just stepped into the bathtub when she heard movement from the door outside.

The shopkeeper was very considerate and specially drew the curtain of the screen for her.

Although she couldn't see clearly who it was through a screen, she already vaguely had a candidate in mind.

"Nangong Ling?"

This scene is so similar to the last time.

But at this moment, she had taken off all her clothes, and it was obviously impossible to put them on immediately.

When he heard her voice, the person across the screen stopped and did not take another step forward.

As soon as she saw it, Feng Jiuqing knew that she had guessed it right.

She gritted her teeth, suppressed the anger in her heart, and hurriedly picked up a coat and put it on her body.

It was also at this time that she heard a hoarse question coming from outside, "What are you doing?"

"Get out!" Feng Jiuqing almost choked out the words through her teeth.

Isn't this something obvious? Do you have to ask it again?

Little did he know that in Nangong Ling's eyes at this moment, all the scenes in front of him seemed to be demonized.

There was an inexplicable hatred in his heart, an urgent need to vent his anger, and these emotions went straight to the person behind the screen.

It wasn't until he heard Feng Jiuqing calling his name that he regained his sense.

Nangong Ling was stunned, what happened to him just now?

Immediately, I heard Feng Jiuqing's expulsion order.

He was stunned, and really wanted to turn around and leave, but he noticed that his palms were covered with unnatural sweat, and his face became gloomy.

He didn't leave, but sat on the chair in the room.

He said: "I'll wait for you."

Feng Jiuqing was stunned.

What kind of north-south wind did this guy draw?

But through the screen, she faintly saw Nangong Ling sitting there without moving, and her vigilance gradually relaxed.

"What...are you going to do?"

Feng Jiuqing thought for a while, then put her coat away and submerged her body under the water again.

There were no flower petals in the bath, but only a stream of hot ginger water. Feng Jiuqing's body was filled with warmth that spread from the soles of her feet to her head, making her feel extremely comfortable in this winter.

Suddenly there was an ouch, and her hair, which was not firmly tied, suddenly fell into the water.

Feng Jiuqing frowned. With her current appearance, she was not suitable for washing her hair. After all, she couldn't even lift her hands.

But most of her hair was already wet. If she picked it up like this, she would feel very sick.

"What's wrong?" Nangong Ling heard the sound and said coldly, suppressing her voice.

Feng Jiuqing frowned, but still replied, "It has nothing to do with you."

Nangong Ling didn't take it too seriously. If there was a mirror in front of him, he could see that his eyes were already bloodshot.

He suddenly realized that he was in a very abnormal state today, almost losing his mind, as if he was being controlled by someone!

How could he accept this?

His mind was racing, but he heard the sound of water coming from behind the screen, and the whole room was filled with the smell of ginger.

This is not romantic, and even reveals that the owner is a sick person.

Suddenly, there was a clatter, and the ladle for scooping water fell to the ground through the silhouette of the screen.

Nangong Ling didn't miss it, and was stunned for a moment, and the other end became a little quieter.

Then I saw a slender arm trying to reach out, but the barrel was so high, how could it be picked up?

Nangong Ling couldn't sit still.

He suppressed the unfamiliar feeling in his heart and stood up.

Hearing the movement on his end, Feng Jiuqing reacted quickly and quickly retracted into the bucket.

"You, don't come over..."

Nangong Ling had already walked around Pingfeng and met the eyes of Feng Jiuqing, who almost had her entire face submerged in the water.

These eyes flickered uncertainly under the candlelight in the room, like a pair of vigilant cat pupils, but they were also exceptionally calm.

Feng Jiuqing looked at her wet hair and knew what she was doing.

He bent down and picked up the spoon from the ground.

Feng Jiuqing looked at his cold face with a complicated face, and suddenly asked: "What's wrong with your eyes?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Nangong Ling replied in a hoarse voice.

Feng Jiuqing almost gave him a look, but she knew how to apply what she had learned?

She held out her wrist.

The wrists are as white as lotus roots.

However, Nangong Ling could clearly see the scars on her wrists and the wounds on her collarbone where gauze had been stepped on.

These shocking wounds are particularly dazzling on this fair and thin body!

Nangong Ling also choked for breath.

Some thoughts that had just been suppressed in his heart suddenly surged up, as if telling him - kill her!

So, when Feng Jiuqing was about to get rid of the ladle for scooping water, Nangong Ling's hand suddenly shook and she took it back.

"What are you doing?" Feng Jiuqing was stunned, feeling that he was teasing her.

She would never have imagined that the veins on Nangong Ling's arms hidden under the wide sleeves would bulge at this moment.

His eyes were red, and his back molars were trying to endure the horrific thoughts in his heart!

But his reason told him that it was absolutely impossible for him to want to kill Feng Jiuqing.

Reason and certain emotions clashed like lightning, but Nangong Ling's exposed emotions remained expressionless.

He closed his eyes tightly to hide the terrifying red bloodshot eyes, and then said casually: "I'll help you."

Feng Jiuqing almost thought she heard wrongly.

Nangong Ling was silent for a moment, and then said coldly: "Carry it."

Feng Jiuqing's eyes twitched, "It's different. Although it's a bit troublesome to wash your hair, I can still do it myself..."

But Nangong Ling still didn't move.

This indifferent appearance made Feng Jiuqing compromise.

But privately, she felt that Nangong Ling didn't want to help her, but wanted to kill her.

She turned around silently, and then Nangong Ling opened her eyes.

He finally suppressed the furious emotions in his heart, but when he saw the thin figure with his back turned, Nangong Ling's expression became mysterious again.

But after a long silence, he still deigned to pick up Feng Jiuqing's hair.

Ladle water and pour it down from her head.
Chapter completed!