Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1299
Chapter 1299: Chapter 1286: A few naughty strands of hair, covering his perfect side profile _1 Chapter 1299: Chapter 1286: A few naughty strands of hair, covering his perfect side profile _1 The scent of the silk handkerchief and the faint fragrance lingering around the tip of his nose blended together, causing Mu Fan's back to stiffen once again. The cold sweat on his forehead seemed to grow even thicker.
“We're almost there.”
He shook his head once more, pacing quickly, and rushed towards the village.
*
In a secluded small village hidden in a deep mountain valley, at the eastern end of the village, there was a small courtyard with a semi-new three-room tile house and a slightly uneasy homeowner.
The old man rubbed his rough hands, his heart restless as he watched the two blood-stained young men who suddenly appeared at his door in the dark night, his eyes filled with panic.
“Both Immortal Masters, my humble home is poor, only one vacant room is left. Can the two of you make do with sharing one room?”
“That's fine.”
Mu Fan took out a few broken pieces of silver from the Storage Ring and stuffed them into the old man's hands: “Please trouble the old man to prepare some ready-made food and heat up a bucket of water for us.”
“Of course, Immortal Masters, please don't disdain our simple food and just help yourselves.”
The old man's eyes lit up as he took the broken silver, and his attitude immediately became much more amiable.
“Thank you, old man.”
Mu Fan courteously waved his hand.
“You're too kind, Immortal Master. It's my fortune that you willing to stay in my humble, poor home.”
With the broken silver in his palm, the old man's heart blossomed, and his words became smoother.
“Old man, can you please hurry up with the hot water?”
Qing Yuan pushed open the door, waved his hand to light the candle, glanced at the not-so-spacious but clean bed, and nodded in satisfaction.
“Immortal Masters, please wait a moment, the hot water will be ready soon.”
Silver can make a ghost work hard. The old man stuffed the broken silver into his bosom, quickly rushed to the kitchen, began to chop wood and light a fire, heat water, and cook.
*
“Tired and hungry, finally we can comfortably take a hot bath and have a good night's sleep.”
Entering the room, Qing Yuan lazily leaned against the wooden bed and comfortably stretched.
“You want to take a bath?”
Mu Fan followed him into the room, hung his sword at the bedside, and said disapprovingly, “Getting your wound wet is not good, it won't heal easily.”
“I don't care, I'll wash first and then see. I haven't taken a bath in three days, and my body is so dirty it's almost stinking.”
Qing Yuan didn't care and laughed, wanting to change his clothes.
“Hiss.”
Old and new wounds crisscrossed on his shoulder and back. As he tried to take off his clothes, the wounds tore, causing him to gasp in pain.
“Tear it lightly.”
Unable to stand watching, Mu Fan came over in a few steps to help him take off his clothes.
His movements were gentle, his eyes not straying.
Qing Yuan felt warm in his heart and couldn't help but turn his body sideways to look at Mu Fan with a smile.
Under the dim light, a few naughty strands of hair obscured his perfect profile.
Through the strands of hair, his straight nose and perfect lips added a layer of hazy and blurred beauty.
“Turn around, and I'll apply medicine for you.”
Mu Fan's eyelids trembled, revealing a trace of unnaturalness.
“No need to apply medicine, anyway, I'm going to take a bath. Applying medicine would be a waste.”
Qing Yuan's eyes flickered, not caring that her fair, jade-like skin was marred by the strikingly red intersecting wounds.
“Your wound is bleeding.”
Mu Fan's eyes darkened, and for some reason, he felt a surge of anger.
“This little blood won't kill me.”
Qing Yuan laughed nonchalantly, threw the bloodstained dirty clothes out of the room into the small courtyard, threw a Fire Spirit Talisman, and burned it clean with a fire.
“Immortal Masters, the hot water is ready.”
The old man was fast, the stove fire burned vigorously, and the boiling hot water was poured into a wooden bucket, brought to the room, one in each hand.
“Thank you.”
Qing Yuan took the hot water, poured it into the bathtub, and then drew a bucket of cold water from the deep well in the courtyard, mixing it together.
Chapter end
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