"If you want to know, I won't tell you. Aren't you very smart? Guess, can you guess what I was thinking just now?"

"You are thinking...me." Rong Yi's eyes swept across her watery eyes, and the corners of her lips curled slightly. The deep eyes like the ocean made Ming Yulong feel that his heart was seen through.

"Yes, I'm thinking of you, why are you so narcissistic?" Ming Yulong held back the panic, looked away, and landed below his head.

She was one and a half shorter than Rong Yi. When she was sitting, the difference in height between the two was also obvious.

Now I happened to see his fair chest.

A thin soft robe was half taken off because it was about to bandage the wound. The collar was slung on the wrist, like layers of clouds.

The delicate skin under the collarbone is like a glowing orchid under the light, so good that no one wants to see it.

If you see too much, you will feel inferior.

In order to avoid inferiority, a girl with a gaze retracted her gaze, carefully wiped the remaining ointment on the wound, treated the water mark, and then pointed to dozens of bottles and jars in the medicine box and asked:

“Which bottle?”

Rong Yi took a bottle from it and handed it to her, watching Ming Yulong dig out a piece of ointment on the tip of the green onion fingers, and smeared the wound finely.

"Your injury is much worse than mine. If you want to heal, it will take at least one month."

"Absolutely." Rong Yi nodded, saw her reaching out and cooperated to hand her gauze.

The two of them cooperated very well next time. As long as she moved, Rong Yi could bring what Ming Yulong needed.

With his cooperation, the bandaging process went much smoother.

A quarter of an hour passed, Ming Yulong looked at the wound she had wrapped, gently tied a bow on it, clapped her hands and said:

"alright."

"Do you think I'm suitable to use this?" Rong Yi pointed to the small bow, a smile flashed through his eyes, and asked with a raised eyebrow.

"It's okay," Ming Yulong pulled his collar up quickly, covering all his exposed shoulders, and said with a smile:

"Anyway, you won't take off your clothes in front of others, no one can see it."

Rong Yi looked at the high and low clothes, and his dark eyes flashed, "I can still see that thing now."

She could see it casually, of course she could see it. Ming Yulong smiled and pulled up the lapels on both sides of his clothes to cover them. This kind of spring leak would all seduce people.

She tied the straps, looked at the left and right and left with symmetrical, nodded with satisfaction:

"Look, no more, bows and other things look pretty good, don't be shy."

Rong Yi nodded lightly and took back the small scissors and ointments into the small medicine box.

Seeing that everything was done, Ming Yulong stood up and said, "Now that it is done, can you continue to learn imperial skills?"

Rong Yi said: "It seems that you are really interested in Yuyi."

"I think it's quite interesting. At least in the Six Arts, it can be regarded as the top two I am most interested in." Ming Yulong's big black pupils looked at Rong Yi and nodded vigorously.

Thinking back, although she was just simulating war on the sand table with Rong Yi, she could still feel that passionate feeling.

She never knew that there was such a factor of stimulation in her bones.

But if it weren't for this, she wouldn't have been an undercover agent who was always on the verge of danger of life.
Chapter completed!