The Protagonist Just Wants to Fall in Love [MTL]

Chapter 178 Black Shop

[Why can't this be wiped off?] Iverley wiped Losxiu's cheek with a handkerchief. The originally fair face was covered with lifelike red rashes, and no matter how beautiful the face was, its original appearance could not be seen.

　　System: [It's time to add some water. ]

　　[But it didn't seem to be of much use.] Iverley simply threw away the handkerchief and wiped Losxiu's cheek with his fingertips.

　　Not long ago, they went through an investigation. In order to avoid the investigation, Iverley painted a rash on Losxiu's face and lied that he was taking him to see a doctor.

　　People are very wary of these things of unknown origin and just let them pass without checking them carefully.

　　After a few more days of travel, they would reach the country of Kadilas - their destination.

　　Iverley rubbed Losxiu's cheek with his fingertips, and the friction of his fingertips seemed to be better than that of a handkerchief.

　　"What are you doing?"

　　When Ivry heard the hoarse voice, his fingertips paused, and his gaze slowly moved upwards to meet Losxiu's eyes. His eyes were still a little hazy from just waking up, and he looked lazy and sleepy, with a rare childishness.

　　The places on Losxiu's cheeks that had been wiped by the handkerchief were stained with a light red, and he looked like he had been bullied. Ivry felt inexplicably guilty, so he put his hands behind his back and hid the handkerchief.

　　Losxiu felt a little pain on his face, as if someone had rubbed and pinched it - if he hadn't thought it was impossible, he would have suspected that Iverley had beaten him while he was sleeping.

　　"Your face is dirty, let me wipe it for you." Iverley said.

　　Los Xiu sat up, leaned against the carriage, raised his hand and rubbed his cheek with the back of his hand. His whole body felt like he had been beaten over and over again.

　　"Are you feeling unwell?" Iverley asked.

　　Los Xiu opened his lower lip, looked at Iverley's concerned expression, and did not speak for a while.

　　Iverley: "His Highness Losxiu?"

　　Do you care about him? Do you feel sorry for him? Do you worry about him? If so, can you do that a little more?

　　People can become greedy.

　　"I feel a little pain." said Losxiu.

　　"where?"

　　"My whole body... hurts." He leaned weakly against the carriage, his pale lips dry.

　　"Help me, Iverley."

　　It rained that day and Losxiu was soaked. Iverley changed him into clean clothes. When Losxiu woke up, he found that the bandages on his body had been replaced with new ones, from head to toe.

　　Los Xiu felt his face a little itchy, so he reached out to touch it and found an unknown red substance on his fingertips.

　　"What's this?"

　　"Um......"

　　Iverley took out a box of something that looked like red rouge with a mirror inlaid on it and explained it briefly.

　　Los Xiu saw his appearance in the mirror, raised his hand to wipe his face, turned his back and said, "I can do it myself."

　　"Are you angry?" Iverley asked.