What should I do if I am a villain and the heroine likes me?

Although I know in my heart that He Yunxiao, this big bad guy, can't be easily trusted. But every time I see him with a serious face or blurting out those soft love words, Meng Qingrou can't help blushing and heartbeating, and can't help but feel her heart beating wildly.

My heart is also sweet, as if it were poured with honey.

He Yunxiao sat at the table in the pharmacy, the old place where he was just feeling the pulse. Meng Qingrou hid in a corner of the pharmacy under the pretext of looking for medicine.

Rubbing her pretty face, which was still a little red and hot, Meng Qingrou murmured to herself: "Nanzhu, Nanzhu. Why are you so disappointing? You promised not to forgive him easily, but now you are embarrassed to blush at every turn because of what he said. You have no ambition at all! How can there be a princess like you! It's just those... things..."

Meng Qingrou's face flushed again when she accidentally thought of something she shouldn't think about.

She hid in a corner of the pharmacy where no one could see her, and used her warm little hands to cool down her hot face.

I repeatedly warned myself in my heart: Don't think about it anymore, don't think about it anymore, otherwise Nanzhu will become a bad boy that no one likes.

He Yunxiao waited at the table for a long time, and finally saw Nanzhu's wife holding a few medicinal herbs, and finally came out from behind the medicinal herbs shelf.

Meng Qingrou put the medicinal herbs on the table, cut a small piece with a knife, and then protected the large piece of medicinal herbs by her side, and threw the small piece to He Yunxiao.

He Yunxiao picked up the medicinal herbs the size of a finger cap and asked, "Can I eat this?"

Meng Qingrou looked at He Yunxiao's eyes, watching him intentionally or unintentionally staring at the large medicinal herbs in her arms.

When she thought that He Yunxiao might use the name of taking medicine poisoning to take her hand as a matter of course, Meng Qingrou couldn't help but reach out to protect the large medicinal herbs tightly.

Not only to protect it, but also to use her eyes to warn him not to have bad thoughts.

He Yunxiao looked at Nanzhu's wife, who was both protective of food and cute and fierce, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Sure enough, as long as a person is beautiful, any action is pleasing to the eye.

He Yunxiao asked again: "Eat this little one?"

Meng Qingrou nodded repeatedly.

After getting a positive reply from Nanzhu's wife, He Yunxiao threw the small piece of food into his mouth and swallowed it directly without chewing.

After eating, there was no movement, so He Yunxiao said: "Doctor Nanzhu, do you need me to use my internal force to stimulate its medicinal properties?"

Meng Qingrou thought for a while and said: "Yes."

He Yunxiao acted decisively and mobilized his internal force to accelerate the release and absorption of the medicinal power of the medicinal materials.

Soon, the medicinal power of the medicinal materials was released. But He Yunxiao still had no symptoms at all.

Chinese medicine emphasizes "looking, smelling, asking and palpating". Meng Qingrou saw that He Yunxiao had no problem, so she said to him: "Give me your hand."

When He Yunxiao heard that Nanzhu's wife wanted a hand, he naturally wanted it.

He wanted to pull Nanzhu's wife's little hand almost crazy.

So he reached out decisively, directly across the table, directly in front of Nanzhu's wife, and caught her little hand effortlessly.

It was white, soft, tender, warm and delicate.

The skin was as soft as tofu, and the size of the jade hand was just right, just right to hold in the palm of the hand. It was simply a wonderful thing that could be held in the palm of the hand and played with carefully.

Meng Qingrou didn't think there was anything wrong until He Yunxiao's palm crossed the center line of the table.

It was just taking the pulse, why did he stretch his hand so long?

Then, Meng Qingrou watched He Yunxiao catch her little hand and began to knead and play with it in her inner surprise and horror.

Meng Qingrou, who had warned herself countless times before to be dignified and reserved, was once again broken by He Yunxiao.

"He Yunxiao! You! There is a difference between men and women, how can you... touch my hand directly..."

Although Meng Qingrou was very imposing at the beginning, as her little hand was kneaded, the tactile information was gradually sent to the brain, and her imposingness became weaker and weaker.

She even couldn't help but have the terrible thought of "It's just holding hands, didn't we hold hands often before?"

He Yunxiao was puzzled when he saw Nanzhu's wife's reaction.

Didn't she ask me to hold her hand? Why doesn't she allow it now?

He asked: "Nanzhu, you said 'give you my hand', isn't it holding hands?"

Meng Qingrou's little hand was grabbed, and the idea of ​​surrendering to He Yunxiao became stronger and stronger. She couldn't help but said anxiously and angrily: "I asked you to use your hand to feel my pulse!"

He Yunxiao understood what Nanzhu's wife meant and was very embarrassed. Finally, he kneaded it for a while, and then reluctantly let go, and honestly put his wrist on the cotton cloth so that Nanzhu's wife could feel her pulse well.

Meng Qingrou adjusted her mindset of "surrendering" and glared at He Yunxiao, saying, "Did you do that on purpose?"

He Yunxiao told the truth, "No. I really thought he wanted me to hold your hand."

Looking at He Yunxiao who was so frank, Meng Qingrou knew that he had taken advantage of her again, but she couldn't blame him.

Since he vowed that he would never lie to her again, Meng Qingrou felt sweet, comfortable, and at ease every time he told her so frankly.

It seemed that even if He Yunxiao did something bad, as long as he told her the truth after doing it, she could completely forgive him.

Meng Qingrou said, "Don't do that again," and the matter was over.

Then she stretched out her finger and pressed on He Yunxiao's pulse to determine whether this small piece of medicinal material was really ineffective for He Yunxiao's body.

She soon got the answer. The medicinal power of this herb was negligible to He Yunxiao's strange body.

She said, "This herb can't be used anymore. We need to change it." Then she cut another small piece and threw it in front of He Yunxiao.

The second time was easy, He Yunxiao threw the small piece of herb into his mouth without saying anything. He swallowed it in one gulp and immediately used his internal force to catalyze the effect of the herb.

This herb was different from the last one, and He Yunxiao could clearly feel that it was effective.

Meng Qingrou saw that He Yunxiao's face was not relaxed, so she asked, "How do you feel?"

He Yunxiao said, "A little dizzy, but everything else is fine."

Meng Qingrou nodded and wrote down this herb. It was recorded as a herb that was effective for He Yunxiao.

Then, Meng Qingrou continued to cut small pieces from other large herbs, and He Yunxiao continued to take and catalyze them. Soon, they tried out which types of herbs were effective for He Yunxiao and which were not.

But there was one thing Meng Qingrou was sure of.

He Yunxiao's body seems to be resistant to poison and drugs. The drugs that work on others have to be increased in dosage for He Yunxiao.

After a long time in the pharmacy, it should have been an hour, but Xing'er still hasn't brought dinner.

Meng Qingrou looked at He Yunxiao and said, "You, are you hungry? Otherwise, I'll go and urge Xing'er to cook faster."

He Yunxiao waved his hand, looked at the mess of herbs on the table, and smiled, "I'm not hungry, I'm even a little full."

After saying this, He Yunxiao hurriedly explained, "Actually, I'm not full. I was just joking. This is not lying to you, right?"

[Meng Qingrou's favorability changed from 37 to 39]

Looking at He Yunxiao's meticulous explanation, Meng Qingrou recalled the experience of catching fish by the lake that night.

At that time, he was also so careful. I still remember that he supported himself with his arms, and no matter how he moved, he would not touch the water.

She smiled knowingly, but it didn't take long for the wound to start to sting.

If...

Knowing that He Yunxiao's immediate explanation after the joke was out of kindness, Meng Qingrou endured the pain in her heart, forced a smile, and responded to He Yunxiao's kind explanation.

She said, "It's okay, this time it won't count as you lying to me."

After saying that, Meng Qingrou suddenly realized that she was obviously unhappy because of the wound, but she pretended to be happy to respond to He Yunxiao's kind explanation. Is this also a kind of deception?