The villain is whitewashed: the heroine regrets it

Long Yuanzhao couldn't help but darken when he heard this sentence, but in order not to let the sadness infect An Zhiqiu, he still smiled and said optimistically: "It's okay, if this method doesn't work, I'll find another doctor, even if it is A blind cat can always succeed once it meets a dead mouse."

Long Yuanzhao never thought of evading responsibility, his words comforted An Zhiqiu's wounded heart like spring breeze and warm snow.

This made An Zhiqiu couldn't help fantasizing about what kind of emotion he would feel when facing the handsome and considerate Long Yuanzhao if he was really an ordinary herb-picking woman Zheng Xirong who was accidentally thrown off the cliff.
Is it gratitude?Is worship?Maybe it's more of a big heart move!

She silently lowered her beautiful eyes, and her ten smooth and jade-like fingers couldn't help grabbing the quilt. This tiny movement revealed the panic in her heart.

An Zhiqiu stretched out her hand to open the window in order to hide her uneasiness, and a warm evening breeze mixed with the fragrance of various flowers blew into the room, and she suddenly heard three knocking sounds of 'dong', 'dong' and 'dong' , so obvious in a silent room.

"Didn't Xiaohong say that you have just applied the medicine? Why is it congealed now?"

God!An Zhiqiu saw that Long Yuanzhao was holding her exquisite and small feet to watch carefully. Although the feet were covered with ointment at this time, she still felt a strange feeling of numbness in her heart.

This was the first time An Zhiqiu was held up by a man, and she couldn't help showing shyness even though she was always bold. She felt as if she was standing naked in front of Long Yuanzhao, being watched and evaluated by him seriously.

"Maybe... the effect of the medicine evaporates faster!" An Zhiqiu bit her red lips tightly with her white teeth, trying her best not to make a strange sound, but her feet were actually nothing to Long Yuanzhao's touch It feels like this is all her strong psychological hint!
"Has it been ineffective for the past few days?"

"no!"

"It seems that this method can't heal your injury."

Seeing that Long Yuanzhao finally put her foot down, An Zhiqiu couldn't help heaving a long sigh of relief. She glanced at Long Yuanzhao and immediately scolded in her heart: "Bastard, I warn you if you dare to touch my old lady again!" feet, I will kill you."

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Long Yuanzhao rushed out of the house and shouted: "Xiaohong, fetch a basin of water, and I'll wash off the ointment on Miss Zheng's feet."

These words sounded like a bolt from the blue to An Zhiqiu, and when she thought of the soles of her feet being pinched by Long Yuanzhao, she felt sore and weak all over.

"Absolutely not!"

"Eh?" Long Yuanzhao looked at An Zhiqiu strangely, "Miss Zheng, why are you reacting so strongly? I just washed your feet!"

"This... can't Xiaohong help me?"

Long Yuanzhao laughed and said, "I want to see your injury!"

"Oh! So that's the case?" An Zhiqiu didn't hear Long Yuanzhao's answer clearly at all, she only felt her cheeks flushed with heat, and thought silently in her heart: "An Zhiqiu, An Zhiqiu, with this cowardly picture of yours now How can you lure Long Yuanzhao to do that kind of thing in the future? Don't you just wash your feet? What's the matter?"

An Zhiqiu succeeded in persuading herself, and she immediately felt a slap in the face, Long Yuanzhao, you should pinch my old lady's stinky feet... No... It's fragrant feet, I don't care at all... Don't care at all... Don't care at all!
Outside the door, Xiao Hong was holding a pot of hot water, 'Baji', 'Baji', and walked into the house, she flattered her face and said, "Elder Long, the water is here."

Long Yuanzhao took the water basin, tried it with his hands and felt that the water temperature was just right, so he asked Xiaohong to step back, and prepared to wash An Zhiqiu's feet by himself.

Although An Zhiqiu encouraged herself with bold words in advance, when Long Yuanzhao held her ankle, all her defenses were instantly broken, and her whole body trembled like an electric shock.

The warm water gradually spread over the soles of the feet, and the ointment applied quickly dissipated like soup and snow. An Zhiqiu's feet were not only not smelly, but also had the fragrance of herbs. Long Yuanzhao felt like a piece of warm jade.

The maid Xiaohong also cleaned the ointment for An Zhiqiu many times. Her actions were very rude, as if she was shedding the skin of a wild boar. Perception, also feel creepy.

Long Yuanzhao was different, his movements were gentle and careful, even patiently cleaning An Zhiqiu's nails.

An Zhiqiu leaned back abruptly, her heart beating wildly,

Xiao Hong, who was hiding behind the door, trembled when she heard the voice. She bit her thumb, and her eyes flickered back and forth.

"I knew the relationship between the two of them. What they said about washing their feet was just to find a reason to drive me away!"

She walked around outside the door, wanting to lie down and peep, but she was still afraid that Long Yuanzhao would find out that she had broken the scandal between him and An Zhiqiu, killed him and silenced her, and walked away angrily.

Inside the door, Long Yuanzhao happily said: "Miss Zheng, are you conscious?"

"Ah?" An Zhiqiu's eyes were confused, her mind was shaken just now as if being hit by waves, she didn't know anything.

"Do you have feeling in your feet?"

"No?"

"Uh...then why did you yell just now? I sounded very happy?"

An Zhiqiu's face flushed immediately, she was so happy, it was just a strong psychological hint after she saw Long Yuanzhao stroking the soles of her feet!
"No! No! It's the first time I was washed by a man so..."

Before she finished her words, Long Yuanzhao already understood the meaning, and lowered his head in frustration and continued to wash An Zhiqiu's feet.

The faint candlelight was swayed by the evening wind, and under the dim light, Long Yuanzhao's face was no longer so sharp and angular, and his facial curves became softer, as if in a trance, he became that beautiful sword repair boy again.

Before she knew it, An Zhiqiu became obsessed with watching. Many things flashed through her mind in a mess, the time of hard training in the past, the small lake I waded in during the experience, the clumsy and cute bears in the forest, and the story about dragons. Why did Yuan Zhao suddenly become so attractive?
Ah... An Zhiqiu held the edge of the bed with both hands, raised her head and stared at the roof with wide eyes. She no longer dared to look at Long Yuanzhao anymore, but the innumerable and unexplained strange feeling in her heart was like miscellaneous It can't be cleaned like grass!
That stupid, handsome swordsman Long Yuanzhao is her favorite. If she knew that there was such a young man in Longzhou City, she would have gone to look for it long ago.

An Zhiqiu is not like Lan Bing who hopes that Long Yuanzhao will achieve something, she would rather Long Yuanzhao be "no prospect" forever, then she can have him forever.