The belly of the dark emperor

Chapter 187 Is it clean?
"I've been sprayed, and it's useless to say I'm sorry, Brother Qingli, please help me wipe off the water on my face." Leng Mobai slightly hooked his lips, and said with his eyes closed.

Nalan Qingyu didn't say much, and she wasn't pretentious, after all, she really sprayed cold ink on her face.

She searched for her holding ring, but she couldn't find anything that could be used. Some things were too feminine, so it might not be good to take them out.

She glanced slightly, and saw that there was a white handkerchief next to the table, which looked quite clean, so she took it over, and wiped the tea off Leng Mobai's face clean up.

The cold and white brows frowned slightly, thinking that the woman opposite would be gentler, this was the first time he enjoyed such treatment, but, who knew that she was so rude, and more importantly, the handkerchief was a bit uncomfortable It smells so good.

"Okay, it seems to be much cleaner now." Nalan Qingyu threw the handkerchief on the table after wiping it off.

Leng Mobai opened his peach blossom eyes and glanced at her. He always felt that the thing Nalan Qingyu wiped his face just now had a strange smell, so he couldn't help asking, "Brother Qingli, what did you just take to wipe my face?" of?"

"I don't know, that's all." Nalan Qingyu pointed to the handkerchief beside her.

Leng Mobai stretched out his hand, picked up the somewhat dirty handkerchief, looked left and right, and before he got close to his nose, he smelled the same smell as his own face.

"You just wiped my face with this?" The corners of Leng Mobai's eyes twitched slightly.

Nalan Qingyu nodded, "Yeah, I didn't find anything else just now, I think this is pretty clean, so I'll use it for you."

"Is it quite clean? You just used it for me like this, Brother Qingli, do you know what kind of veil this is for?" Leng Mobai continued to twitch the corners of his mouth.

"That's the rag for wiping the table. I just washed it three days ago. It's very clean." Before Nalan Qingyu could answer, the boss who was roasting the chicken legs at the back spit out a sentence.

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Nalan Qingyu couldn't help laughing, and then waved her hands, "I was in a hurry just now, and I didn't find anything else, so I'll use it for you."

"You even wiped my face with a tablecloth, which you just washed three days ago. Tell me, what should I say about you?" Leng Mobai grew up, and this was the first time he had encountered such a thing. He wiped his face with a rag once. If the people in the Promise Palace knew about this, those people would laugh at him to death.

"Brother Qingli, what do you think if my face is ruined?" Leng Mobai asked with raised eyebrows.

Nalan Qingyu laughed, "Don't worry, you are so thick-skinned that nothing will happen to you. Even if something happens, my sister will take responsibility for you."

"You..." Leng Mobai didn't expect that Nalan Qingyu would make such a joke, he held his breath in his heart like this, and couldn't speak or vent, he could only suffer from being dumb.

"Didn't you say you want to marry my sister? Are you unhappy that she is responsible for you?" Nalan Qingyu asked with a smile as her eyes flashed.

Leng Mobai had no choice but to stretch out his hand and wipe his face a few times, "I'm happy, I'm just afraid that you don't want to and have opinions."

"I can have any opinions, that's her own business, she can make up her own mind." It has to be said that Nalan Qingyu and Nalan Qingli still have a certain tacit understanding, even if these words have never been communicated, they can be spoken out. It's almost the same.

(End of this chapter)