Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1300
Chapter 1300: Chapter 1287: Without saying a word, he pulled him out of the water_1 Chapter 1300: Chapter 1287: Without saying a word, he pulled him out of the water_1 When the water was warm enough, he couldn't wait to soak in it. The warmth seeped into his wounds, causing pain to twitch at the corners of his eyes.
Mu Fan sat cross-legged on the bed, resting with his eyes closed.
“Senior Brother Mu, we both got hurt. Why am I the only one in such a sorry state?”
Qing Yuan emerged halfway from the water, leaning on the edge of the bathtub. He let water droplets slide down from his hair, over his neck and shoulders, mingling with the gushing blood.
“Hiss!”
When he accidentally pulled his wound, he couldn't help but take a deep breath of cold air.
“Enough, stop washing.”
Mu Fan suddenly opened his eyes, stepped to the edge of the bathtub, and glared at the nearly reddened bathwater. A wave of rage surged through him.
Without saying a word, he grabbed Qing Yuan and yanked him out of the water.
“Hiss, Senior Brother Mu, it hurts.”
Qing Yuan complained bitterly.
“Don't move.”
Mu Fan disregarded his complaint, and took spiritual medicine and bandages from the Storage Ring. He skillfully treated the wounds as Qing Yuan winced.”
“Senior Brother Mu, be gentle…”
Qing Yuan sucked in cold air from time to time to help ease the tearing pain.
“Knowing it hurts, why would you torment yourself like this, exposing your wound to the water?”
Mu Fan's expression was frosty, and an unnamed anger rose in him, growing more intense.
“Heh heh.”
Qing Yuan laughed and defended himself: “Don't take it so seriously. I was just taking a hot bath. It helps to clean the wound, sterilize, and reduce inflammation. Maybe it will heal even quicker.”
“Nonsense!”
Mu Fan continued wiping the blood, applying medicine, and wrapping the bandages without stopping. His face was darkening more and more, almost as if ink would drip from it.
“Senior Brother Mu, don't be angry. As you can see, once the bandage is on, it doesn't hurt anymore.”
A glimmer of light passed through Qing Yuan's eyes. As Mu Fan was putting away the medicine, he playfully approached him.
The freshly washed hair emitted an intoxicating fragrance, strands wafting into their noses.
Mu Fan held his breath instinctively, moved away, and put some distance between them.
“Is the food not ready yet? I'm hungry.”
Qing Yuan seemed not to notice Mu Fan's deliberate avoidance. He rubbed his belly, clothed himself, carried the dirty water outside to dump, and then went to the kitchen.
Inside the kitchen, steam filled the air. The Old Man had made some steamed buns out of his remaining flour and was just adding more firewood to the stove.
“Old man, let me help you with the fire.”
Qing Yuan hopped into the room, smiling and helping the Old Man with the firewood.
“Thank you, Immortal Master.”
The Old Man grinned, scooped up two more buckets of hot water, and carried them into the room.
Before long, the sound of gentle splashing echoed through the tightly closed small room.
Qing Yuan's eyes flickered as he chucked more firewood into the stove and strode out. He went to the courtyard.
As he stepped through the courtyard door, the stunning young man transformed into a spirited young woman.
“Master,”
Little Kingfisher perched on a treetop, gracefully preening her feathers with a playful glint in her eyes: “Tianhuo, Tianlei, and Tianshui have escaped from the Orb.”
“Hey.”
Lin Qingluo rubbed her forehead, already guessing that it must be Sixth Brother's doing.
“Have the birds keep a close eye on them so they don't cause trouble everywhere.”
“Alright.”
Little Kingfisher agreed happily, intending to do so even without the order.
Those little fellows didn't know the meaning of subtlety, and their ability to cause trouble was unmatched.
“Have you heard anything from Tianfeng? Counting the days, the Secret Realm should end in three days.”
Lin Qingluo's right hand spun with the wind, forming a mini tornado that danced around her fingertips like a mischievous child.
Chapter end
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