At the kitchen door, a strange silence fell.
Watching Jiang Feng just carry Nangong Qingcheng upstairs directly without any care for those around, Chu Feifei, Liu Shiyuan, and Zhang Qinyao were all utterly dumbfounded!
Among them, the most sensitive was Zhang Qinyao!
She had long noticed so hints suggesting that sothing might be off between Jiang Feng and Nangong Qingcheng—Jiang Feng always paid extra attention to Nangong Qingcheng's emotions, and when speaking to her, his gaze held more tenderness than it did for others.
Could it be that her suspicion was correct, that Jiang Feng had always liked Nangong Qingcheng?
This realization caused a bitter feeling to rise in Zhang Qinyao's heart montarily.
Even though she understood her own standing and wouldn't think of competing with Nangong Qingcheng for anything.
But after all, Jiang Feng was also the person she adored most, her male idol!
Knowing that her male idol was actually fond of her best sister made her heart inevitably complicated and heavy!
anwhile, Liu Shiyuan, although not as prone to overthinking as Zhang Qinyao, was also shocked by what she saw!
"Fei'er, did I see it wrong? Brother Jiang actually carried Qingcheng upstairs?" she asked Chu Feifei stupidly.
Chu Feifei shook her head in confusion, also sowhat bewildered in this mont.
However, after coming back to her senses, she took a deep breath and said, "It's nothing; Uncle Jiang might just be concerned and acted recklessly..."
She shook her head, indicating to herself not to think too much.
Because as far as she knew, Jiang Feng indeed had so dical knowledge.
Speaking of specifics, initially when she was doing a live stream in the wild mountains and accidentally twisted her ankle out of fear, it was Jiang Feng who helped treat it.
Back then Jiang Feng seed to work a magic trick on her ankle, and her swollen injury miraculously healed with just a couple of strokes, which she rembers to this day.
"Uncle does know so dical skills; he must have gone up to help Qingcheng with her injury." Chu Feifei forcefully explained, as if to comfort herself.
"Is that really the case?" Zhang Qinyao turned her head to look at her, her turbulent emotions slightly subsiding.
"It should be." Chu Feifei nodded confidently.
"So, should we go up and check?" Liu Shiyuan asked again.
Chu Feifei thought for a mont and said, "We'd better not go and disturb Uncle's treatnt; we'll go up after Qingcheng is well."
...
At this ti, Jiang Feng had already carried Nangong Qingcheng to the second floor and reached the door of her room.
For Jiang Feng to carry her up in front of her three good sisters, Nangong Qingcheng still felt utterly mortified.
So far, the two had only held hands and hugged; the relationship stopped there!
But this ti Jiang Feng directly gave her a princess carry, leaving her flustered and completely unprepared!
Currently, Nangong Qingcheng's exquisitely beautiful face blushed red as blood with embarrassnt, expressing her annoyance: "Jiang Feng, put down. Who allowed you to carry ?"
However, Jiang Feng was in no mood to mind her little thoughts, as he kicked open her room door and strode right in.
Then, he gently placed Nangong Qingcheng on the bed, reaching over to move her pajamas and towel blanket aside assertively.
Nangong Qingcheng felt increasingly awkward and disgruntled; she valued her regular lifestyle, and how could this guy act so casually in her space, even kicking the door in?
"Calm down!—Your excessive emotion will only speed up blood flow, which isn't good for the wound!" Jiang Feng, at that mont, was entirely focused on caring for Nangong Qingcheng's injury, directly ignoring her minor dissatisfaction.
"Unzip your shorts and straighten your leg," he said, sitting on the edge of Nangong Qingcheng's bed, looking straight ahead.
"What are you doing?!"
Unbeknownst to him, Jiang Feng's words fell awkwardly on Nangong Qingcheng's ears, instantly making her young face flush a bright red, saying irritably: "I'm already like this, how could you bully more, could you just not think about all that nonsense?"
"Hm?" Jiang Feng raised an eyebrow at this: "What nonsense am I thinking? I'm trying to help treat your wound!"
Know that the shorts Nangong Qingcheng was wearing were a bit tight, squeezing the thighs, affecting blood circulation, resulting in poor treatnt effects and easier muscle cramps and soreness.
He instructed Nangong Qingcheng to slightly unzip for better treatnt, what was wrong with that?
"..." Upon hearing Jiang Feng's explanation, Nangong Qingcheng beca even more shy and embarrassed.
So, he asked to unzip for treating the wound, and I misunderstood…
Thinking back to the unsavory thoughts that crossed her mind just monts ago, Nangong Qingcheng's blush intensified, feeling overwhelmingly embarrassed…
"Why do you need to unzip for wound treatnt, you go get the dicine, I can do it myself!"
Nangong Qingcheng stubbornly said, with a cute look of defiance that, when combined with the thin layer of powder on her face, resembled soone kneading dough.
Seeing Nangong Qingcheng still a bit sulky and stubborn, Jiang Feng felt both heartache and helplessness, gently coaxing: "Listen, such beautiful legs will not heal well using just dicine; flaws will remain. Let help and take care of it."
To be honest, had Jiang Feng forcefully approached Nangong Qingcheng, perhaps speaking sharply to urge her, she might instinctively resist and refuse cooperation.
But Nangong Qingcheng couldn't bear Jiang Feng's gentle, caring tone, as if he really cherished her like a delicate treasure, especially given the rare touch of magnetism in Jiang Feng's voice, which quickly stirred emotions within her that overwheld her senses…
"You know how to treat injuries?" Nangong Qingcheng bit her lips lightly, glaring at Jiang Feng with doubt.
Though still in a questioning tone, she obediently unzipped a bit, straightening her legs, allowing Jiang Feng to check and tend to them…
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