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Then he went to the bed.

Lang Zhong has been cooking the medicine. It will take some time to get the medicine.

There was only him in the room.

Someone was waiting to lift her up.

But the scene in front of him was unexpectedly unexpected.

Small yard, quiet room.

Little world, nowhere looked gorgeous.

You can't even drink a sip of hot water.

Lu Xinglan stretched out his hand, pinching the curtain with his fingers, just about to open it.

But when she heard the bed, the girl's soft voice was alert.

"Who?"

Lu Xinglan did not snor, but stared darkly at the curtain.

It seems that through the water-green curtain, the figure of the cricket inside can be seen.

The people inside were stunned, "Master?"

Lu Xinglan was a bit surprised. "I don't know. Are you so familiar with me?"

There were no footsteps, and the curtain was not transparent.

He stood outside without opening the curtains.

She knew who he was?

Lu Xinglan's eyes darkened a bit dangerously.

There was a moment of silence inside before the soft voice sounded a little embarrassed.

"Because of the smell of Master."

Lu Xinglan stood outside, "Taste?"

Bai Weiwei's weak voice, with a few smiles: "It just smells good, it smells good, only the young master you have."

Lu Xinglan stood in front of the bed, the door was open, and the slender figure was stretched by light.

He was silent for a while, then slowly said, "I don't know, what smell I have."

But he probably knew what he was smelling.

I've been ordering sandalwood recently. I guess it's soaked in clothes.

Thinking of her smelling him and remembering it firmly.

Lu Xinglan's calm eyes, a little more fluctuation.

His fingertips passed through the gap in the curtain, just to open it a little.

But an urgent blocking sound was heard inside.

"Don't lift it up, Master."

Lu Xinglan didn't take it seriously, "Why, can't I see the wind?"

But there was no wind in the room.

It was a long time before her weak pleading voice came, "Ugly, afraid to scare you."

Lu Xinglan was expressionless, with a little smile in his eyes.

"Oh, how ugly. Is it so ugly that my face is rotten and my bones are exposed, or my hair is gone and I can be a nun, or do I see bugs on my skin?"

Bai Weiwei: "..."

Is this an ugly question?

Isn't this how the corpse rots.

Thinking of Lu Xinglan's years on the battlefield, he would forgive him for his poor metaphor.

She tore the quilt to her nose silently, covering most of her face.

There are red marks on the face, which is also ugly.

Lu Xinglan's success reminded her of the horrible horror.

May be knowing to scare her.

Lu Xinglan frowned, and said nothing.

Just indifferently said, "I'll pick you up today."

This is a bit awkward.

But Lu Xinglan was calm and uncomfortable.

Seeing that she was so stupid that he was poisoned, he couldn't care less about her.

And Hou Zhai also wrote that way.

The reasons are often jealous.

He made her jealous.

So taking her to his yard in person was a gesture.

She should ... be happy.

So Lu Xinglan waited for the girl to thank her softly.

Waited for a while, but found it terribly quiet inside.

Lu Xinglan noticed that something was wrong and frowned, and immediately opened the curtain.

(End of this chapter)