"You can try it with your own hair." Wei Ke wiped the things in his hands and said slowly.
Nan Qing looked at the doll and pulled out a piece of her own hair to try. The hair was wrapped around the neck of the wooden doll. Then she touched the wooden doll's face, and she immediately felt like she was being touched.
, and the most important thing was that the hand she touched the wooden doll felt the warmth.
She wiped the wooden doll clean. She clearly remembered that it felt like wood when she first held it in her hand. Nan Qing pinched the wooden doll's cheek and said, "Hiss."
It hurts. My face hurts if I pinch it hard, but my face feels really good.
I wanted to touch other parts of the doll, but suddenly a hand snatched the doll away.
Wei Ke's face was serious: "What are you doing? Don't you know how to be gentle when you tie your own hair? It's you who will be hurt."
Nan Qing froze and looked at him blankly, opening his mouth slightly but making no sound.
Wei Ke frowned and looked at her pinched red face, which was almost swollen. She had done such a heavy hand to him.
"Master Wizard..."
"Does it hurt?"
"pain."
"Let's see if you dare to do it again."
"I...I mean it hurts elsewhere." Nan Qing looked at the doll in his hand with a red face. Wei Ke's fingers were holding the waist of the doll.
The wooden doll was not big, so Wei Ke grabbed the doll's waist and pressed his fingers on its chest and abdomen.
The girl's growth area is sore and swollen, and now a heavy object is pressing on it...it is sore and painful...
Wei Ke saw something wrong with her expression, and when he saw her eyes looking at the doll in his hand, he immediately lowered his head and glanced down. For a moment, he felt like he had caught a ball of fire in his hand.
The doll under your fingers is warm, round, small, and soft.
Wei Ke tightened his grip nervously.
"ah!"
She suddenly screamed in pain.
Wei Ke was so frightened that he almost threw the doll in his hand. He quickly took off the hair on it.
"Next time, don't play with such dangerous things!" After Wei Ke finished speaking, he took the doll and returned to the house.
Nan Qing looked at his hurried back and couldn't laugh or cry. He raised his hands and hugged his chest: "Hey, it feels so sour."
22: "Obscene."
"..." Nan Qing silently put down his hand.
Nan Qing scrubbed everything outside the house, and then dragged the things inside. As soon as he moved into the house, he found that the inside of the house was extremely clean. There were obviously many objects with water plants that had not been scrubbed, but now they were all brand new.
Wei Ke was reading a book. When he saw her coming in, he put the book down, took the things in her hand, and silently put the objects back to their original positions.
"You washed these? Don't you need to move them outside to wash them?"
"No need."
Wei Ke looks very calm now, but in fact, he doesn't know how to place his right hand at this moment.
When he returned to the cave just now, he was obviously holding a wooden doll in his hand, and even though he had untied her hair, he still felt it was very hot.
He wanted to do something to divert his attention, so he cleaned the whole house frantically and finally calmed down. Now when he saw her...
Wei Ke's eyes glanced over the bow on her chest.
"The house has been cleaned and things have been placed. Are you satisfied, Your Highness the Princess?"
"Very satisfied." Nan Qing wanted to look through his belongings. The witch's belongings were really strange.
His right hand kept feeling inexplicably hot, so he picked up the book and looked at it to distract himself.
His eyes were looking at the book, but he didn't read a word of what was written in the book.
"What book are you reading?" She came closer, very close, her lace bow was pressed against his arm, and she stood on tiptoe to read the book in his hand.