C11 Magic medicine

"Who is it?" Hearing the knock on the door, Xia Ping asked.

"It's me, Zhou Ting." Zhou Ting replied from outside.

"Hua la!" Xia Ping also pulled open the iron door of her house. Upon seeing that it was Zhou Ting, she could not help but complain: "Why didn't you come over last night?"

"I was cultivating at home last night, so I didn't come over." Zhou Ting explained with a smile.

At this moment, Xia Ping poked her head out of the door. After discovering that there was no one around, he immediately pulled Zhou Ting in, locked the door, and said, "Why are you here so early today?

"That's right, I didn't come for a whole day last night. I was thinking so much that I rushed over." Zhou Ting took the opportunity to embrace Xia Ping. His other hand directly rested on Xia Ping's body, and kept touching him.

The two of them directly went into the hall. Xia Ping sat on the sofa and continued to take out a set of clothes, and while sewing she said: "Give me fifteen minutes, I'll finish sewing this set of clothes."

"Sis Pingtian, don't move. I'll help you apply this." Zhou Ting then pulled Xia Ping's arm.

"What do you want to paint? "Still so secretive?" Xia Ping was also extremely curious by Zhou Ting.

"This is a Spirit Medicine that I passed down in my ancestors. It has a very good healing effect on scars and skin. The scars can be removed and scars can be removed. If you apply them on your face, it will prevent wrinkles on your skin and help protect it from aging. " Zhou Ting took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket and introduced his results.

"So amazing!" Hearing Zhou Ting's words, Xia Ping hurriedly put down the clothes in his hands and exclaimed.

Seeing Xia Ping's urgent look, Zhou Ting sighed in her heart. As long as it's a woman, there's no end to their pursuit for beauty.

"I just made this up. I don't know if it'll have any effect, so I'll bring it over for you to try. Don't you have a scar on your left arm? Let me do it for you."

"You are quite meticulous." Hearing Zhou Ting's words, a trace of emotion flashed past Xia Ping's heart, and he obediently extended his left arm over.

Looking at the 3 to 4 cm scar on his elbow, Zhou Ting removed the stopper from the bottle. He dipped his finger in the medicinal paste and applied it directly onto his arm.

"It's cool. It feels quite comfortable." When the ointment landed on his arm, Xia Ping also laughed and said.

"I don't know how long it will take for it to work, but don't worry about it, Sis Pingfan. Let's do your needlework first." Zhou Ting reminded.

"Alright, this scar of mine was burnt by coal. I wear less in the summer and look a bit creepy. If this is cured, I really wouldn't know how to thank you." Xia Ping was extremely familiar with needlework, and her needlework was done to the point that Zhou Ting couldn't stop praising her, silently sighing at Wang Qiang for marrying a good wife.

"I can't hide the truth. Sister-in-law is so beautiful, why would I care about such things?" As Zhou Ting spoke, he reached out for Xia Ping's clothes, and directly lifted them up to see the towering twin peaks.

"Just wait a bit more, I'll be fine. What's there to be anxious about?" Xia Ping charmingly said as she looked at Zhou Ting.

"Hehe, do your job, I'm busy with my work." Zhou Ting said, and then buried his head in Xia Ping's chest.

Under Zhou Ting's teasing, Xia Ping's breathing became heavier and heavier, and the work in his hands also gradually slowed down.

"Don't try anymore. I'll be fine soon..." Xia Ping begged in a trembling voice, almost losing control of himself.

Zhou Ting chuckled. His hands did not stop moving, they kept reaching down.

Xia Ping's breathing grew more and more hurried. In the end, she could no longer hold it in and started crying out softly, her butt also twisting unnaturally.