Dressed as a Big Villain in a Dog Blood Book

Nianhua saw the wound on his hand and was about to get medicine.

Liu Cheshen had already entered the room and took a change of clothes. "The disciple goes to wash first."

Seeing him like this, Nianhua should not be easy to wash, "Can I help you as a teacher?"

Liu Che deeply heard the words and looked at her, without saying anything, and walked outside her, "No need, the disciple can wash it by himself."

Still seeing the outside as always.

Nianhua didn't think there was anything wrong with helping him wash this. After all, he suffered such a serious injury, and the pain would be worse than death all day, let alone washing.

If she had suffered such a severe injury, she would just lie flat.

Nianhua put the flowers in the vase, staring at the blood stained on the branches.

Liu Cheshen had been there for a long time. This time she should have been hurt very badly. She even took a lot of slower to wash. She wanted to get up and see if there was anything wrong with him, but after taking into consideration his gentleman's courtesy, she stopped again.

There was movement at the door, and Nianhua looked up. Liu Cheshen had already returned, and he was only a few steps away from the door frame. He seemed a little untenable, his black hair was completely wet, and his complexion was pale and transparent.

Nianhua hurriedly stepped forward to help him, and was almost taken down by him. He was much taller than her. She gritted her teeth to barely hold her back, "I told you earlier, wash for you for your teacher, why bother?"

Liu Che deeply blinked his eyelashes when he heard the words and looked down at her.

Nianhua met his gaze and panicked inexplicably. For some reason, although he didn't say a few words on weekdays, the look in his eyes always made her feel a little ambiguous, unlike her master at all.

Seeing his calm expression, Nianhua looked away, and felt that she had been thinking too much. It was because of the flower. After all, he was calm and calm, and it was impossible.

Nianhua stretched out his hand to wrap around his narrow waist, helped him to sit down at the table, took his hand and took a closer look. The wound was deeply visible, but the blood around him was washed clean, even when he looked at it with the naked eye. It hurts, and I don't know how he can do it by himself.

Nianhua took the medicine bottle, held his hand, and gently sprinkled medicine on the wound, moving extremely slowly, and blowing for him.

Liu Che raised his hand deeply, as if he wanted to keep a little distance from her hand, but moved slightly, but did not move again.

Nianhua didn't notice it, thinking he was in pain, and then blew it for him. Seeing his hurt, she felt a little bit sad, "Be patient, tomorrow will be fine."

Liu Cheshen looked at her without speaking.

Nianhua wrapped up the wound for him and tied a bow easily. She used to be accustomed to packing goods in Ling Beast Mountain in the past.

Now that he was hit, it was his hand that realized it was completely inconsistent with his cold appearance.

Seeing him looking at the bow in the palm of her hand, Nianhua seemed puzzled and couldn't help but want to laugh, "If you are a little girl, it would be suitable. I will dress you up every day."

"I'm not the same as the little girl." Liu Cheshen seemed to return to her without thinking. After speaking, he instantly became unconscious and raised his eyebrows slightly, and stopped talking.

Is it different there?

Nianhua thought of this question inexplicably, but the answer was not something that the master and apprentice could talk about.

The room was inexplicably quiet, and the ambiguity came silently, which made people constrained.

Nianhua didn't know what to say, and took the cloth next to him, stretched his hand through his drenched black hair, ready to wipe it clean for him.

The slender fingers passed through his hair, quite ambiguous, especially the drenched hair.

Liu Cheshen's gaze paused a bit, and immediately reached out his hand, but the cool fingertips touched hers.

There was a slight pause in the twisting movement, and his heartbeat was quite fast.

Liu Cheshen touched her hand and seemed to be electrocuted. He immediately took it back, respecting her words, "Master, the disciple can do it by himself."

Hearing this, Nianhua reluctantly recovered, but did not give him a cloth, and passed his fingers through his hair, spread them slightly, and gently wiped, "How did you pick the flowers?"

Liu Che heard the words deeply but did not answer, "Master likes it."

The movement of twisting the flowers gave a slight pause, after all, it was softened, "If you want to give up, it doesn't matter. If you don't force you to be a teacher, you won't go to practice in the future."

Liu Cheshen turned around and looked up, his words were serious, "The disciples will not give up."

Nianhua felt a little shock in her heart for no reason, and she was even a little panicked. It was the first time that she had looked at him so seriously.

He doesn't seem to be the greenhouse flower she imagined, even stronger than she imagined. He has a calmness that doesn't belong to his age at all.

Nianhua dried his hair for him, and he went out. She did not come back until she fell asleep at night. He rarely stayed in the same room with her and always respected her.

Nianhua woke up in the morning, he was gone.

She deliberately watered the flowers first, and then sat down at the dressing table. When she was combing her hair, she suddenly remembered the Chinese mandarin mandarin. She seemed to be a very cute bun as always, looking very gentle and lovely.

A person like him should like an innocent and lovely girl, who is much closer than her skin.

Nianhua combed her hair thoughtfully, and she learned a hundred percent without knowing it. She looked around and wondered if it looks good?

A soft tap came from the door, and his gentle voice came, "Master."

Nianhua turned her head to look, meet his line of sight, her heart chords, inexplicably panicked.

Liu Cheshen looked over, staring slightly startled.

He won't recognize it anymore?

She held the comb in her hand tight and loose, rarely nervous, "I'm thinking about new hair styles, I'm a little tired of the old ones."

Liu Cheshen took a glance and then withdrew his gaze. He said nothing, turned around and exited. He didn't seem to think it was so good at all, and it didn't matter to him what kind of bun she combed.

Nianhua slowly loosened her hand holding the comb, and looked at herself in the mirror. The bun was obviously not suitable for her skin, and she looked too uncomfortable with her.

She realized her strange thoughts and couldn't help but smile.

It's just a bunch of flowers, and she's too tired to take it seriously...

People don't have that thought. He just treats her as a master and gives a bunch of flowers. He is gentle and polite from beginning to end without losing sight of alienation.

She even made such a move, it was really silly to stay here, it was a bit ridiculous.

Nianhua realized her confusion, and sat silently for a while, her mind was also clean, she reached out her hand to remove the bun from her head and combed it back to the original.

Fortunately, he didn't let him see anything. From now on, he would assume that he hadn't thought about it. If he wanted to be a teacher and apprentice with her seriously, he should also be like a teacher and apprentice.

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Liu Cheshen walked out quickly, and stopped when he was out of her sight.

His thoughts were a little confused, he looked down at his hands, the cloth strips wrapped around his palms, tied with bows that did not match him, it was very cute.

He closed his fingers, and his fingertips touched the bow lightly.

His eyes were thoughtful, and after watching for a long time, he didn't move.