Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

Immediately after applying the medicine, Shang Ce pulled up the quilt to cover himself.

Nan Qiao easily pulled the hand he wanted to take back, held it in his hand, and wiped off the remaining ointment on his fingers bit by bit with a handkerchief.

Shang Ce's hand was still trembling a little. The moment he was caught, his fingers subconsciously curled up, but Nan Qiao opened them one by one, and carefully wiped them with a handkerchief along the slender and clear outlines of his fingers.

"General, you can't get rid of me. All thoughts you shouldn't have should be well hidden."

After the remaining ointment was smeared on the handkerchief, Nan Qiao raised his eyes and stared at Shang Ce's seemingly stunned face.

"Otherwise, I can't guarantee what I will do next time."

Shang Ce blinked, opened his lips slightly, and looked at Nan Qiao.

I don’t know if I was scared.

It was already very late, and Nan Qiao did not intend to continue to discuss strategies. He raised his hand and gently rubbed the top of his soft and fluffy hair after washing it. His eyebrows relaxed a little: "It's very late, let's rest."

After saying that, she casually pulled off the quilt for Shang Ce, then turned and walked outside.

"Nan Qiao."

"What's wrong?" Nan Qiao was startled, stopped and turned around.

Shang Ce didn't know what was going on with him, but when he saw Nan Qiao's retreating back, he subconsciously stopped.

But after Nan Qiao really stopped, he didn't know what to do.

After a while, he finally found a reason. He moved his gaze to the window, looking at the heavy rain curtain through the not-closed window, pursed his lips, and whispered: "It's still raining outside."

Moreover, didn't she just say that she didn't want to go out in the rain, but now she didn't care anymore.

Is it just to watch him take medicine?

Nan Qiao raised his eyebrows, knowing that this man had always been very awkward. A narrow look flashed in her eyes, and her tone was joking: "General, are you inviting me to stay?"

"Can't bear to leave me?"

"Still..." She deliberately lowered her voice, but it was still clear and her words were clear and precise. Every word fell into Shang Ce's ears, "Do you still want it?"

"You!" Shang Ce shuddered at Nan Qiao's eyes. Then, when he heard her words, his face changed and his ears turned red instantly. He didn't know whether he was angry or embarrassed.

"Huh?" Nan Qiao hummed another syllable from his throat.

As he spoke, he even moved his steps a few inches towards him.

"Don't come over!" Shang Ce was startled, his eyes widened, but his hands subconsciously hugged the quilt to block himself, and even shrank his whole body into the corner.

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The air suddenly fell silent.

"Pfft..."

Nan Qiao really didn't expect that Shang Ce would do such a thing. He couldn't hold it back and was actually made to laugh by his frightened look.

Ok?

Shang Ce was startled by Nan Qiao's smile and lowered his head. Only then did he realize what a ridiculous move he had made.

Hey!

He cursed secretly in his mind and quickly moved himself out of the corner.

Nan Qiao! It's all her fault!

Shang Ce was grinding his teeth and cursing fiercely in his mind. Even without touching it, he knew that the temperature on his face must be hot to the touch.

Nan Qiao laughed for a while and finally stopped the smile on his face. He quickly took a few steps closer, and before Shang Ce could react, he grabbed his face, held it between his hands, and lifted it up.

Then, under Shang Ce's gaze, he lowered his head and kissed his lips, and they separated at the first touch.

Shang Ce's pupils trembled suddenly, and his fingers gripped the quilt tighter.

"Anyway, I will come tomorrow." Nan Qiao gently stroked the smooth skin on his face with her thumb, with a smile in her eyes, "General, there is no need to be so reluctant to part with me."

"gone."

After saying that, Nan Qiao let go of Shang Ce, turned around and left without looking back, looking really cool. Instead, he was sitting on the bed, unable to regain his senses.

Are you coming tomorrow?

He slowly lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes trembling, and the soft and gentle touch on his lips seemed to still remain.

It's better not to come.

Who would be reluctant to leave her and be sentimental?

Shang Ce lay down on the bed, pulled the quilt to cover himself, turned over, and fell asleep.

*

The next day, the sky was beautiful. The sky has become clearer and clearer after being washed by rain all night.

"General, general...are you up?" The boy knocked on the door and shouted softly.

Looking at the sky, I couldn't help but feel a little strange.

It's so bright today. On normal days, the general would have gotten up early to practice martial arts. Why hasn't he gone out today? Is he still sleeping?

"come in."

After about a few seconds, a slightly hoarse response came from the room.

"Eh."

Hearing the voice, the boy quickly put back his wandering thoughts, responded, pushed the door open, and neatly brought the washing water into the room.

"What time is it?" Shang Ce asked, squinting his eyes slightly and glancing at the bright blue sky outside.

The boy was packing his things and replied, "It's almost time."

It's already so late?

Although he had expected it, Shang Ce couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the answer. But he didn't say anything, he just said a faint "hmm" to express that he understood.

Really...how long has it been since he got up so late?

Shang Ce shook his head, gathered his thoughts and went to wash up. Just when he lowered his head, he suddenly heard a "ding-dong" sound, like the sound of some metal falling to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the boy screamed in a low voice: "Ouch...where did the dagger come from?"

As soon as he shook off the quilt, something heavy was thrown out of it, almost hitting his feet.

The boy was startled. He lowered his head and looked at it. Only then did he realize that it was a dagger, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The general is really surprised. No matter what, he can't sleep with the dagger under the quilt. What if he pricks himself?

But there is one thing to say, this dagger is really beautiful, with so many patterns on the handle, it looks expensive.

The boy was wondering and appreciating it in his heart, and at the same time he bent down and reached out to pick it up. But before his hands touched her, and there was still a distance of more than 30 centimeters, a loud shout suddenly came from behind.

"Don't touch it!"

The boy was so frightened by the sudden roar that he was completely unprepared. His legs went weak and he almost choked on the ground.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed quickly in front of his eyes, with a gloomy expression. It was Shang Ce.

"General...general?"

The boy's pupils shrank sharply, and he subconsciously fell to his knees with a plop.

After a while, he raised his head tremblingly and carefully looked at the business plan that suddenly flashed in front of him, not sure what he meant.

What's going on? Can't you touch this dagger?

Could it be some rare treasure?

Yes, there are so many patterns on it. The general put it on the bed. It must be very valuable. Then he dropped it just now...