Quick Wear: She Became the Beloved of the Short-lived Male Supporting Character

Chapter 269: The Cannon Fodder Male Supporting Character in Cultivation Fiction (18)

She has beautiful hands, with slender fingers and neatly trimmed, rounded nails that have a healthy luster.

In comparison, his hands looked rough, with wider palms and bronze skin, covered with scars of varying sizes, showing the suffering he had endured over the years.

His attention was focused on her hand. The warm touch of her palm was impossible to ignore.

Lin Ye seemed to be scalded and quickly looked away, but the hand on her wrist restrained itself from moving and just held her wrist.

"can not you do it?"

Her voice made Lin Ye's heart jump, and a strong sense of guilt surged up. He knelt on both knees beside her, lowering his eyebrows and saying, "No, it's not."

He carefully placed her hand on the back of the chair, then opened the medicine bottle and poured the medicinal wine into her palm. The next step was to massage her wrist.

Lin Ye pursed his thin lips into a line, hesitated for a moment before holding her wrist, and gently massaged her wrist with his fingertips.

Her skin was as delicate as soft tofu, and it seemed like it would break if touched, so he didn't dare to use force with his rough fingertips.

Lin Ye's whole body was tense, fearing that he might lose his strength and hurt her, so his movements were as gentle as possible. When he stopped, the areas he had massaged were still redder than other areas.

She flexed her wrists and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's much better than before. Stop kneeling and get up quickly."

"Yes." Lin Ye raised his head and carefully glanced at her expression. She looked normal and was not affected at all by what happened just now.

She has a crush on someone and hasn't really let go of that person.

To her, I am just a slave. Maybe in her heart, I am not even a person, but a spiritual pet that has signed a life and death contract. Who would blush and have their heart beat fast for a spiritual pet?

It's also an ugly looking pet.

Lin Ye was surprised by his own idea.

How could he have such a bold idea!

The master is high above, like the bright moon in the sky, like the snow lotus on the mountain, an existence that can only be looked up to, while he is just an orc who is lowly in the dust.

He was very lucky to be able to stay with her. It was a gift from God to him. How could he dream of the bright moon in the sky?

Lin Ye, you deserve to die!

The next moment, she frowned and raised her hand to press her chest.

He suppressed his inappropriate thoughts and asked hurriedly, "Master, are you feeling unwell?"

She shook her head, raised her hand, and pointed a finger at his heart: "Tell me what you were thinking about just now? Why are your emotions fluctuating so much? I felt suffocated and powerless, it was very sad, were you thinking about the past?"

Lin Ye's heart tightened, and he nodded randomly: "Well, seeing the master injured, I thought of some things in the past."

Jiang Wan casually picked up a candied fruit from the table and gave it to him, "Eating something sweet will make you feel better."

Lin Ye was about to reach out to take it, but she dodged his hand. "I just applied medicine on my hands. How can I take the candied fruit? Won't it taste bitter when I put it in my mouth? Open your mouth."

Lin Ye accepted the food she fed him.

The soft fingertips touched his lips and then left.

She still didn't realize that something was wrong, and he was completely stunned. The sour and sweet taste filled his mouth, and his mind was full of the intimate contact just now.

The fingers that had just touched him picked up another piece of candied fruit. She put it between her red lips, bit the fruit with her pearly teeth, chewed it, and swallowed it.

Lin Ye's cheeks flushed, and he lowered his eyes hastily. He was worried that she would notice something was wrong with him, so he said what he had been thinking about, "I want to ask the master for something..."

He hesitated.

"Huh? What's the matter?"

His Adam's apple slid, and he said with determination: "Lin Ye wants to ask Han Yixian to give the master the holy medicine to remove scars."

He wanted to look better.

When he wants to stand with her, others will not look at him with contempt.

Jiang Wan took out the medicine bottle and said, "You're talking about this? You've also heard what Han Yixian said. Applying this medicine on your body will be very painful."

"I am not afraid of pain." He whispered, "I just... just want to become like an ordinary person and not scare others."

He just wanted to look better and have more status in her eyes.

Jiang Wan sighed, "I, Han Yixian, asked for this medicine just to divert her away from my mother. It was just an excuse. I think it's okay if you don't use it. You have strong features and deep eyebrows. The scar on your face makes you look fierce, but it has its advantages. You look tough and full of blood."

She really didn't seem to mind the scar on his face.

His breathing became disordered. "Master, don't you think that I am ugly and disgusting just by looking at me?"

"..." Jiang Wan's mouth twitched, and she couldn't help but reach out to poke his head.

"I never thought that you would care so much about your appearance. How can you be so ugly just because you have a scar on your face?

Tell me what you think about all day long? I'm with you every day, and I have a good appetite. If I really lose my appetite, I won't sign a contract with you. Do you think I will make myself unhappy? "

Her eyes rolled, "I am not happy to hear what you said. I have to punish you. I will punish you to copy the sect rules for me."

Lin Ye: "..."

She just thought of a way to relax herself, right?

But...he won't.

Lin Ye felt relieved to see that she really didn't mind that he was ugly and didn't despise him for being an orc.

"I can't write."

As soon as he finished speaking, the smile on her lips disappeared instantly.

Once again, he hated himself for not knowing a few words.

She realized that it was normal for him to not have been to school, so she said excitedly: "I will teach you. From now on, you can copy my calligraphy. If you encounter this kind of situation again, you will be able to do it directly and make it look real."

The more she talked, the more she felt that this method was feasible, so she casually wrote down a few words and asked him to trace them.

When Hang Zhidie came in from outside carrying the medicine, she saw two people, one of them was lying on the desk, copying the rules of the sect slowly, while the other was lying on the corner of the table, holding a purple brush and writing with difficulty.

Both of them were filled with deep hatred and it seemed as if what they were writing were not words but a kind of torture.

Hearing the footsteps, Jiang Wan quickly dropped the pen in her hand and went to meet her, hugging her arm and acting like a spoiled child: "Mother, I know I was wrong, please be merciful and forgive me this time, okay? I will massage your shoulders and back and serve you tea and water, so please don't punish me to copy the sect rules, okay?"

Hang Zhidie smelled the medicinal wine and took her hand to see: "Where are you hurt?"

Before Jiang Wan could speak, Lin Ye said, "The master has injured his wrist, and his hand hurts when he writes."

Lin Ye's arms were sore, but the words he wrote were still crooked and completely shapeless.

He felt painful just practicing these few words. His master had to write many more words than he did, and her wrist was injured, so her pain must be a hundred times more than his.