Offering Salted Fish To Master

Liao Tingyan heard the rapid throbbing of her chest. Maybe it was because the thunder tribulation was too big, so she still had a lingering fear, or because the current Sima Jiao was so awesome that she was excited.

He just smashed the Gods’ big thunder, and still had an indifferent and mocking expression. Liao Tingyan looked at him, as if she had returned to when she first met him, and he always had this expression.

His fingers stroked her face, and at first it was just a gentle rub, with a little inexplicable intimacy and comfort, but soon, he laughed, and then all the blood on his hands was smeared on her face. 

Liao Tingyan smeared in blood: … Do you still smile? Do you know that my heart died again? Apologize!

Thanks to his hand, Liao Tingyan’s heart function returned to normal and she was able to think normally.

She grabbed Sima Jiao’s wrist, dragged him to the place where she had cleaned up, sat down, and then asked him, “Wouldn’t such a big movement attract people’s attention? Are we leaving now or what?”

Sima Jiao sprinkled the blood beads on his hand and wiped the blood from the wound with his sleeve. He said, “The thundering valley is very special. No one will hear a thing.”

He was prepared.

This thought flashed through Liao Tingyan’s mind, and her attention was distracted by Sima Jiao’s nonchalant movements. His sloppy lifestyle was no different from contemporary single young men who didn’t know how to take care of themselves. She pulled Sima Jiao’s hand, wiped off the blood on his hand, and prepared to apply medicine.

Sima Jiao let her hold his hands. He stopped talking. He laid down where Liao Tingyan had originally laid. Like a lady doing her nails, he posed and watched her movements.

Liao Tingyan wiped the blood stains on his hands, feeling it was particularly wasteful. He sprinkled a drop of blood out at every turn. How long would it take to get it back?

The wound was still bleeding, and his fingers connected to his heart. Liao Tingyan looked at him and felt pain for him.

She took out the special wound healing elixir that she kept away before, applied it to the wound, and wrapped it up with medicinal charms that could help the wound heal. If he took good care of it, even if the Sima Jiao wound healed slowly, it should heal within a month.

After getting his hand bandaged, Sima Jiao opened his five fingers and waved in front of Liao Tingyan. His expression was meaningful and clear, “Yu Ling ointment and spiritual flesh medicine talisman. It seemed to be specially prepared for me.”

Liao Tingyan, “That’s right.” Without raising her head, she simply agreed.

Sima Jiao didn’t say anything when she responded.

The two were quiet for a while.

A few minutes later, Sima Jiao moved his fingers again, frowned uncomfortably, and tried to remove the things on his fingers, “I don’t want it bandaged, it is troublesome.”

Liao Tingyan looked at him. The act of pulling his bandage reminded her of when she went to a cat coffee shop with a colleague. One of the cats was put on a small toe cap. This was what she did not like. The action was the same as Sima Jiao.

Liao Tingyan: “Hehe.”

Sima Jiao stopped and looked at her, “What are you laughing at?”

When Liao Tingyan was not excited, he couldn’t hear what she was thinking. He couldn’t guess why she laughed suddenly, so he used the truth spell.

Liao Tingyan opened her mouth, “I think you are cute, so I laughed.”

Sima Jiao didn’t seem to hear clearly. He looked weird. After a while, he raised his hand to rub Liao Tingyan’s face, pulled her head to his own, and rubbed it twice.

Liao Tingyan pouted, “Hands! Your hands! Don’t move your hands! The wound will open again!”

Sima Jiao: “Haha.”

Sima Jiao: “Do you know what I am laughing at?”

Liao Tingyan: “…” How would I know? I don’t have the truth spell skill.

She removed Sima Jiao’s hand and continued to dress it up. When Sima Jiao was about to withdraw, he could not move his hand.

Sima Jiao was unhappy again. He didn’t like any restraints, “I don’t like the bandage.”

Although this ancestor was several hundred years old, he was really as headstrong as a child, probably because no one had taught him since he was a child, and he had only been with a pet snake for so many years. Liao Tingyan took his hand and shook it lightly twice, and acted like a baby, “The wound will open easily if it is not bandaged. So just leave it bandaged for three days, okay?”

Sima Jiao: “…”

Liao Tingyan: “It hurts when I look at it. I won’t bangade it when the wound looks a little better.”

Sima Jiao: “…”

Liao Tingyan: “Please, I’m so worried.”

Sima Jiao: “…”

Liao Tingyan looked at his expression and laughed loudly in her heart. The ancestor’s expressions were too hard to express.

To say that he was not happy, that was not true. He was happy, weird, a little bit entangled, a little bit hesitant, anyway, it was just wandering between ‘listen to her’ and ‘do not want to listen’; ‘Bandage’ or ‘No bandage’.

Liao Tingyan was not very good at acting, fearing that he could see the unbearable smile on her face, she rushed forward, hugged his neck, buried her face in his neck and said in a steady voice, “You know that I specially prepared it for you. If you don’t need it, then I prepared it for nothing. I have used the jade necklace you made for me.”

Sima Jiao stared at his hand for a while, then he hugged her back.

“Only three days.”.

Liao Tingyan resisted not laughing out loud.

Sima Jiao sneered, disdainfully, “You think I couldn’t see that you are acting like a baby on purpose?”

It was better to compromise. The ancients said that pillow talk was useful, and it was really useful.

Liao Tingyan hugged his neck, and slowly calmed down. The ear-piercing thunder had just faded away, only Sima Jiao’s steady heartbeat was in her ears, and she felt a warm water flowing through her body, soaking her heart, warm and soft.