Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

To be honest, the moment he knew there was poison in those medicinal materials, Shang Ce's heart sank a lot, and he was inevitably a little panicked.

But it was only for a moment, and he quickly regained his composure.

"I probably smelled it." He raised his head slightly, and the distance was shortened with his movements. In the past, he would have avoided it, but now he took the initiative to get closer.

He felt the tip of his nose brush against Nan Qiao: "But it should be... nothing serious."

"Right?" Shang Ce guessed based on Nan Qiao's reaction.

If something really happened, Nan Qiao wouldn't be so leisurely to teach him a lesson.

It seems a bit strange to think like this. After all, the two of them have not known each other for a long time, and there is no interest involved. Even if he accidentally inhaled some poison, Nan Qiao probably wouldn't care too much.

But inexplicably, Shang Ce himself couldn't figure out where this feeling came from. He always felt that Nan Qiao was more or less concerned about his safety.

"That's right." Nan Qiao didn't shy away from his sudden closeness. He pulled his lips and laughed, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "The general is so lucky."

"If the general's hand touches a few squares up, or touches down one more..." And it was in her absence, "Huh."

Nan Qiao stopped talking here and let out a sneer, which contained all the meaning she wanted to express, which was self-evident.

Shang Ce opened and closed his lips a few times and was speechless again.

After a long silence, he swallowed his saliva and opened his dry throat to argue for himself. Although he had no confidence in what he said, "But no... nothing you said happened."

Just like she said, he was lucky to escape those deadly poisons.

The consequences are naturally non-existent.

Nan Qiao lowered her head and stared at him for a long time.

Shang Ce's long eyelashes trembled uneasily in her substantial eyes.

"Forget it." Nan Qiao sighed. She was in a bad mood now and it was not suitable to continue talking to him.

As for business strategy, he had no intention of admitting his mistake. Just like when he knocked over the medicinal ingredients just now, he admitted his mistake very simply and with a positive attitude.

But now, when he knew that Nan Qiao was angry not because he entered the pharmacy without permission, nor because he knocked over the medicinal ingredients, nor because of his avoidance when he was punished just now... but just because he was worried about his safety, the situation was completely different. .

Of course, Nan Qiao didn't actually say this, but Shang Ce was not a fool. The few questions she asked now were enough to express what she meant.

But, does Nan Qiao care so much about herself?

My mind is a little confused, and my heart feels a little strange. It's a little sour, a little hot, and the heart nestled here is also disrupted from its usual steady rhythm, swaying left and right, pounding in the chest.

Shang Ce couldn't describe his inner feelings for a while, and he couldn't figure out what he was thinking, so when he responded, he subconsciously chose the simplest one - escape.

"General, go and rest." Nan Qiao loosened the shackles on him, raised his hand to rub his sore eyebrows, and closed his eyes slightly, "I'm a little tired too."

As soon as I came back, I saw people standing in the pile of medicinal materials, smelling of poison, which was indeed quite scary.

"Nan Qiao..."

Shang Ce was keenly aware of the tiredness in her tone, and couldn't help but call her, suddenly panicking.

"Okay, I'll take you back to your room." Nan Qiao still remembered that this was the first time Shang Ce came to her place, so if he was asked to go out by himself, there would inevitably be bumps.

She waved her hand to interrupt him, and then got out of bed to hug him.

But Shang Ce grabbed her hand and stopped her.

He actually wanted to grab the sleeve, but because he couldn't see it, it was difficult to guarantee his accuracy. He used too much force and directly grabbed Nan Qiao's hand into his palm.

The moment the skin came into contact, Shang Ce's hand trembled imperceptibly, but after less than a second's hesitation, he still tightened his grip.

"Nan Qiao, I didn't mean that."

Nan Qiao gently twitched her hand, Shang Ce held it tightly, but she didn't even pull it out, so she just stayed still, quietly waiting for his next sentence.

"I just..." Shang Ce pursed his dry lips and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what he wanted to say.

"…sorry."

In the end, there was only this pale and weak sentence.

"You just said this." Nan Qiao lowered his eyes and looked at Shang Ce's face, and said in a calm tone, "I have also been punished."

"Just consider this matter a thing of the past."

"If there is nothing else, the general should go back to his room first."

Shang Ce felt that these words seemed a bit cold, just like the cold wind at the frontier in winter, which chilled his heart.

But just one sentence, where does the temperature come from?

Shang Ce was firmly carried back to the room by Nan Qiao, and the moment he leaned against the soft quilt, Shang Ce was still thinking about this problem.

The moment Nan Qiao turned around, he subconsciously reached out to grab it, but he only touched the smooth fabric that brushed his fingertips.

As the footsteps gradually moved away, Shang Ce silently took back his hand and slowly lowered his eyes, the hollow confusion in his eyes increasing a bit.

There are... other questions.

Nan Qiao didn't come back very late, but after going through all the trouble just now and going to clean up the mess in the pharmacy, it was night again.

The moon hangs in the sky, and the sky is not completely dark yet. It has only a faint figure, standing on the opposite side of the sun.

After the meal, this round of the moon completely became the master of the sky, and the cold silver light poured down, coating the earth with a light white halo.

"Apply the medicine yourself." Nan Qiao took out a small plain bottle and placed it in front of Shang Ce.

As for where to apply it, naturally it would only be the area that was injured today.

Shang Ce fumbled and held the small bottle, which was no bigger than his palm, in his hand and hesitated for a few seconds.

Just when Nan Qiao was completely out of his reach, he took a step forward and grabbed the edge of her sleeve.

"Nan Qiao, it's not convenient for me."

He slowly raised his head, but his eyes were still lowered and his eyelashes trembled slightly: "Can you help me?"