ingqing made the curry!” Xiao Yang immediately grabbed his chopsticks, “I will try it.”
When he bit the carrot, his face froze and his whole body seemed to petrify. 
Everyone asked curiously: “How does it taste?”
Bai Qingqing also stared at him with bright eyes, waiting for his answer.
Xiao Yang glanced at her, who looked forward to his praise, and did so against his will: “Good.
It’s delicious.”
Fu Chen tightened his fingers around his chopsticks, realizing something was wrong.
“Is it really delicious?” Shen Mingxuan tried it too and immediately spat it out before saying in a mocking voice: “What kind of awful cooking is that! Pigs wouldn’t even eat that.”
Bai Qingqing smiled: “I just fed one.”
Shen Mingxuan’s handsome face darkened and his peach blossom eyes flashed: “You bitch! You did it on purpose!”
Bai Qingqing showed an innocent expression: “I told you I couldn’t cook.”
She then added in an aggrieved and fragile voice: “I finally had the courage to cook for everyone and I almost cut my finger…” She stood up and took the dish before placing it in front of her, “If you don’t like it, don’t eat.
I will finish it and not waste the food.”

Bai Tiantian couldn’t help but scold Shen Mingxuan: “Sister has worked hard, why are you so mean?”
The man was stunned and he felt like vomiting as he watched Bai Qingqing’s act.
Her long eyelashes drooped down like butterfly wings and covered the smile in her eyes.
She lowered her head and started eating the undercooked vegetables.
It was really not good and way too salty, just like the tears she wanted to shed.

Everyone looked at her pitiful appearance and they quickly persuaded: “Don’t eat it if it tastes bad.”
Fu Chen saw through everything and he took away the curry that looked somewhat good but was actually poisonous, before telling her in a low voice: “Didn’t I tell you not to cook?”
How can you believe I really can’t cook if I don’t prove it to you? Bai Qingqing couldn’t help but think.
“Don’t do it in the future.” She had almost caused all of their deaths.

After dinner, Bai Qingqing went upstairs to shower and enjoyed the clean fragrance.
When she came out, she went back to the living room without drying her hair.
It was too early to go to bed and it was too boring to do nothing; when she had gone to gather supplies, she had collected a lot of board and card games, such as chess, werewolf, and anything she could find.
Only Fu Chen and Liang Zhiyu were in the room, everyone seemed to have gone to wash too.
Fu Chen noticed her wet hair and frowned.
“Qingqing, your hair isn’t dry.”
Bai Qingqing touched her head and replied: “Brother, my hair is thick, it’s not easy to wipe.
Let it dry naturally.”
“If you don’t dry it, you will have a headache.” Liang Zhiyu said.
Fu Chen: “Take a towel out, I will do it for you.”

Bai Qingqing obediently did as he said and the man reached out and pushed her on the sofa.
He stood behind her and started vigorously wiping her head with the large towel.
“Brother, be gentle.” Bai Qingqing reminded him.
No matter how thick her hair was, at this rate, she was going to turn into a bald baby.
Fu Chen froze for a second and his movements became gentler.
When Xiao Yang came downstairs, he saw this scene and couldn’t help but stare: was it really the surly and gloomy big demon Fu Chen? The sister was indeed a creature even he could surrounder to.

After wiping her hair, Bai Qingqing suggested they play Werewolf.
None of them had played it before but after suppressing them for a moment, they quickly dominated the game after understanding the rules.
Between an old fox and a big devil, Bai Qingqing lost too many times and didn’t want to play anymore.


The next day, the team got ready to set off.
Bai Qingqing took the medicine and went up to see Cheng Rui; Liang Zhiyu had said he would wake up in the next couple of days and she needed to find opportunities to do her task.
In order to change his dressing, Cheng Rui was not wearing a shirt; he was only covered in white bandage and his sharp features looked even more mature and masculine than before with the stubble growing out.

Bai Qingqing lifted the quilt and her heartbeat sped up a bit when she looked at his very sexy and strong chest.
The man looked like a male model and she guessed he had the golden ratio; each muscle was just right, definitely the perfect specimen for all her female compatriots.
She turned him over and carefully cut the gauze with scissors.
When the shocking wound appeared, she couldn’t help but hurt for him.
Cheng Rui was a real man! Had this wound been on her body, she would have been in too much pain and probably wanted to die.

She cleaned his wound and used a cotton to slowly apply the medicine.
She was concentrating on her task and didn’t notice the fingers of the man on the side moved slightly, showing signs of awakening.
Once she was done, she stretched out her hand and gently slid along the wound before sighing: “I don’t know if it will leave a scar… It won’t look so good if it does.”



修罗场 (xiūluó cháng): Asura (malevolent spirits in Indian mythology) + field/stage/scene.
The Asura field theme is used for diverse battles but often for love battlefields. Did… did Fu Chen make a joke????

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