Xiao Long shouted, "I don't want to wear these clothes, and I don't want braids like this. I want to change back to how I was."
Tong Huaqiong coaxed him, "We'll turn you back to how you were in a few days."
Then she scolded Yaozu, "Don't say Xiao Long is a girl."
Only then did Xiao Long calm down.
After soothing Xiao Long, Mrs. Hong began to disguise Su Chengmin.
Su Chengmin was still in a deep sleep, with his head wrapped like a dumpling, and his face exposed to the air.
"This young man is really handsome," Mrs. Hong clicked her tongue in admiration, raising her wrist with the makeup brush cautiously to avoid touching his wound.
In his sleep, Su Chengmin felt someone drawing on his face. Years of martial arts training had made him sensitive, and he instinctively thought someone was trying to disfigure him, so he tried to raise his hand to stop them.
But his body was powerless; he couldn't even open his eyes, let alone raise his hand.
