Chapter 55 You're Just Jealous
"You still say you're not jealous?" Jiang Chengfeng said jokingly.
"This Liu Yunxian is definitely not an ordinary person. You'd better not meet her!" Meng Jianglin seemed not to hear what Jiang Chengfeng said, and said seriously again.
"It seems like you care about me a lot! Do you really like me?"
"You...if you keep talking nonsense, I will kill you!" Meng Jianglin was speechless. How could this scoundrel be so shameless?
"Forget it! I don't care about you! Whether you live or die, what does it have to do with me?"
Having said that, Meng Jianglin was about to turn around and leave.
Just as Meng Jianglin turned around, a drop of cool liquid fell on Jiang Chengfeng's face. Jiang Chengfeng wiped it, sniffed it, was shocked, and quickly jumped off the bed.
"Ms. Meng, uh... Miss Meng, are you injured?"
Meng Jianglin shook off Jiang Chengfeng's hand and scolded, "None of your business!"
Jiang Chengfeng really let go and said solemnly: "I can ignore it, but I also give you a piece of advice. If you don't bandage it in time, it is very likely to get infected, and then it will be bad! Besides, think about it, if a beautiful girl like you is left with a scar on your body, isn't it bad?"
Meng Jianglin suddenly stopped at the door, pondered for a moment, then turned around and said, "What does infection mean?"
Jiang Chengfeng had no way to explain this to her, so he just laughed it off and said, "I can't explain it to you right away. Anyway, you must treat the wound as soon as possible, otherwise there will be endless troubles!"
As he spoke, Jiang Chengfeng skillfully blew on the fire stick and lit the oil lamp.
As long as she is a woman, there is no one who doesn't care about her appearance. What's more, Meng Jianglin is a beautiful woman.
The oil lamp was lit, and the dark room suddenly became bright. Through the dim oil lamp, Jiang Chengfeng actually found that the girl's pretty face was slightly red, which added a bit of charm to her.
Jiang Chengfeng couldn't help swallowing.
In fact, after the oil lamp was lit, Meng Jianglin had been paying attention to Jiang Chengfeng, but the latter did not stare at him for a long time like other men did. This made Meng Jianglin, who was always confident about his appearance, start to doubt.
Am I not as good as Liu Yunxian?
When he took a closer look, Jiang Chengfeng discovered that there was a two-inch long wound on Meng Jianglin's left arm. Fortunately, the wound was not deep, but it was bleeding.
Jiang Chengfeng smiled bitterly and found the jar of Bamboo Leaf Green that he had not finished drinking in the corner. He then found a ball of cotton and dipped it in the wine.
Meng Jianglin was confused and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Make some simple alcohol cotton to disinfect your wound!" Jiang Chengfeng looked up, glanced at Meng Jianglin, and continued to soak the cotton.
Meng Jianglin wanted to ask more, but seeing how busy he was, he kept silent.
Afterwards, Jiang Chengfeng took out the alcohol cotton and found a basin of hot water. While washing his hands, he said, "It's time to start!"
Meng Jianglin knew that this guy wanted to bandage his wound, and he felt a little warm in his heart, but he was not sure about Jiang Chengfeng's skills, so he asked uncertainly: "This... won't leave scars, right?"
In Uncle Wu's bookcase, there was a small medicine box with top-grade hemostatic drugs in it. It was easy to deal with a minor injury like Meng Jianglin's. However, Meng Jianglin was obviously worried about leaving scars. After asking again and again, Jiang Chengfeng was speechless.
Seeing that Meng Jianglin wanted to ask more questions, Jiang Chengfeng pulled open his front and said, "If you don't believe me, take a look for yourself!"
Meng Jianglin exclaimed, and subconsciously drew out his sword, pointing it at Jiang Chengfeng's throat, but turned his face away, "You scoundrel, you really have no good intentions!"
Jiang Chengfeng was speechless. How shy was this woman that she didn't even dare to look at this?
"Ms. Meng, please don't be so sensitive, okay? You are a martial arts expert, but I am just an ordinary person who doesn't know martial arts. If I flirt with you, won't you slap me to death?"
Meng Jianglin's pretty face flushed, and she snorted coldly, retracting the iron sword.
Jiang Chengfeng sighed and said, "You stabbed me last time, I just wanted to show you if there is a scar on my shoulder?"
Meng Jianglin was stunned. She then remembered that she had stabbed this guy last time at the Bi Bo Lake. Later, she realized that she had misunderstood him, and asked many water ghosts to salvage him, but she couldn't find him at all!
"Um... I was wrong about what happened last time! I apologize to you!" Meng Jianglin knew that he was in the wrong, but he was upright and admitted his mistake immediately.
Jiang Chengfeng didn't say much. He carefully tore open Meng Jianglin's nightgown and then disinfected the wound with alcohol cotton.
When Jiang Chengfeng's fingers accidentally touched her snow-white skin, Meng Jianglin couldn't help but tremble slightly. Although it was unintentional, she still couldn't help feeling embarrassed when a man touched her body.
Jiang Chengfeng, who was disinfecting, was secretly praising Meng Jianglin for his good skin. If possible, he really wanted to hug his arm and kiss him a few times.
After the bandage was completed, Jiang Chengfeng breathed a sigh of relief, "OK! I guarantee with my chastity that there will be no scars!"
Meng Jianglin was slightly embarrassed, glared at Jiang Chengfeng in a reproachful manner, and said softly: "Thank you!"
Jiang Chengfeng waved his hand generously and said, "It's just a piece of cake! But I still want to advise you, as a girl, don't fight all day long. If you accidentally get your face cut next time, I will be heartbroken!"
Meng Jianglin was angry, but he didn't argue.
"Alright! It's getting late, you can sleep here with me! I'll go to the next room!"
Meng Jianglin stood up and said, "No need! I'll leave now!"
Jiang Chengfeng shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever you say! A martial arts master like you is always climbing walls and flying over rooftops. How can I control you?"
As he said that, he yawned and walked to the next room.
Seeing Jiang Chengfeng was about to leave, Meng Jianglin thought for a moment and shouted from behind: "I can stay, but you are not allowed to come in, or I will..."
"You're going to kill me, right? Alas, there's nothing I can do to you!" Jiang Chengfeng pointed at the sword in Meng Jianglin's hand, "You're a hero! When you sleep, you put the sword next to your pillow! If something comes in, no matter what it is, you can kill it with one sword!"
As he spoke, Jiang Chengfeng also made a gesture of wiping his neck and stuck out his tongue.
Meng Jianglin wanted to laugh , but he didn't want to lose his authority, so he held it back.
With a sigh, Jiang Chengfeng walked to the next door and fell asleep. After being disturbed by Meng Jianglin, he was already very sleepy. As soon as he lay down on the bed, Jiang Chengfeng began to snore.
When Jiang Chengfeng woke up the next day, he came to his room, but found that the bedding was neatly folded, but there was no sign of Meng Jianglin. If it weren't for the faint fragrance that still lingered in the room, Jiang Chengfeng would have thought that last night was a dream.
Every time I meet this Meng Jianglin, nothing good happens!
Just as he turned around and walked out, Jiang Chengfeng saw Uncle Wen walking in from outside the courtyard holding an unknown potted plant.
