C62 Stand and Rest? (1/2)

Hearing Mu Zhihuan's instructions, Little He was a little surprised. ”Where are those traditional Chinese medicines used to wash the face that the doctor gave me?”

Mu Zhihuan unhappily glared at her. ”Of course you can't use it again! Do you still want your face? ”

Nodding vigorously, Little He repeatedly said, ”Yes! Yes! ”Yes!”

Only after seeing that she had agreed to all her requests did Mu Zhihuan let her go with a sigh of relief. Before leaving, she told her that she would go to find her using the address written on the paper.

After that, Mu Zhihuan instructed the rest of the people to pack up their things before she left by herself for her own residence. Now that she had run out and left, she would definitely be angry when she returned to the small group.

Mu Zhihuan was thinking about buying a sugar doll for the little blob, but when she finally reacted, she discovered that she had stopped in front of Gu Mingxuan's house.

He raised his eyes to look at the cold door plate of Gu Ming's residence. His footsteps paced back and forth between leaving and entering.

Seeing what had happened last night, Gu Mingxuan was sure that the fire was not light. She wanted to go in and take a look, but Mu Zhihuan felt that she had no grounds to back out.

Just as he was hesitating, he saw a petite green figure walk out of the residence.

Behind her was the familiar whiteness.

Mu Zhihuan subconsciously dodged to the side, hiding her figure behind the stone pillar.

”Ming Xuan, just send him here. The cold wind has already invaded your body.”

Pingle's gentle voice rang out. She turned around to look at Gu Mingxuan, her eyes filled with tenderness.

Gu Mingxuan nodded indifferently. ”I'll get Mo Yi to send you off.”

Princess Pingle shook her head. ”No need, I need to take care of you. Speaking of which …” You don't have a female servant in your house, so it's inconvenient. I'll get Huang Ama to send you two palace maids. ”

The princess took a step forward and smoothed out the front of Gu Mingxuan's clothes. The wind blew, blowing up their black hair and making love to each other in the wind.

Gu Mingxuan's meticulously sculpted facial features were beautiful yet not vulgar, elegant yet not demonic, as if every part of her was beautiful to the point of being perfect, beautiful to the point of being indistinguishable between the sexes. Princess Pingle, on the other hand, had a handsome face, fair and tender skin.

A couple.

This was the first and only word that emerged in Mu Zhihuan's mind.

Mu Zhihuan felt that she was dwarfed by this feeling of contrast. Although she hadn't compared it to begin with, she still felt that it was simply unsuitable for her to stand by Gu Mingxuan's side.

It was unknown how long she stood there until her feet went numb. Only then did Mu Zhihuan realize that she should be leaving.

He turned around and was about to leave, but before he could take two steps, he suddenly bumped into a sturdy chest.

Before Mu Zhihuan could see who it was, the familiar fragrance of medicinal herbs entered her nose.

”How long did I think you were going to stand there? Why didn't you come in?”

Mu Zhihuan took a step back and sniffed. ”I'm not here to see you. I'm just tired from the journey and want to rest. Why would I enter?”

Seeing that Mu Zhihuan was adamant, Gu Mingxuan smiled. ”Stand and rest?”

Having been exposed, Mu Zhihuan's face did not turn red nor did her heart jump. She straightened her neck and said, ”I like it, is that not okay? Looking at you, you seem to be almost done, right? ”Since everything is fine now, move aside. I'm still busy.”