The little female is incredibly sweet and soft, healing the five evil beasts right from the start.

Chapter 148 Be obedient
Jiang Mian really wanted to say that she wouldn't die anyway, and besides, she hadn't planned to die; she had acted only after careful consideration.

She herself could tolerate being hurt, but Rong Fei seemed unable to.

Her lips moved but she couldn't say anything. Now that the other person was pressing on her back, if she talked back, would the other person deliberately press hard on the bruises on her back?
He felt that this guy definitely would.

So she silently swallowed her words of retort and said, "Okay, I understand."

Rong Fei glanced at Jiang Mian, who had turned her head away and was no longer looking at him, his eyes flashing slightly, and slowly said, "Next time you get hurt for someone else, you'll get a spanking."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mian was taken aback at first, then her cheeks flushed red, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Rong Fei, you weren't like this before."

"So, what does the baby think I was like before?" Rong Fei chuckled casually.

Jiang Mian held back for a long time but couldn't say anything.

She felt she had really misjudged this man.

What gentleness? She's not gentle at all in bed. What tolerance? Now if you don't behave, you get a spanking...

Anyway, I just chose the wrong man.

Jiang Mian didn't speak, and Rong Fei didn't press her for details. He simply lowered his head and gently kissed her earlobe with the red mole, leaving as lightly as a dragonfly skimming the water. He then softly said, "I'm sorry, I hurt you just now. Don't be angry."

She pursed her lips. Was this a slap followed by a treat?
Actually, his anger has subsided somewhat by now, after all, Rong Fei was also worried about him.

"I'm not angry anymore," Jiang Mian said softly.

Rong Fei's eyebrows curved slightly, and he lowered his head to kiss the bruises on her back again.

Jiang Mian noticed his actions. Her back was burning, but she felt a soft, slightly cool touch. She paused slightly, her expression unreadable: "You've applied medicine to my back, and you're still kissing me?"

She remembered that he was a germaphobe.

Thinking about it, she felt that since their relationship was so close, it wouldn't be a problem to ask him if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness. Actually, she was mainly concerned about him: "Rong Fei, have you always had obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness? I remember once you had a little oil on your hands and you rubbed it for a long time, and you would wash your hands until they were red. Are you better now?"

Otherwise, why would he kiss her back, which was stained with medicine, without any disgust?

"Mianmian, you are my medicine." Rong Fei kissed her slightly concave waist again.

Severe obsessive-compulsive disorder is just a psychological illness; her love is his cure.

Jiang Mian silently got up: "Just wipe it clean."

Forget it, I'd better not ask him why he has such severe mysophobia, lest I make him feel uncomfortable.

A moderate degree of obsessive-compulsive disorder is simply a love of cleanliness, but severe obsessive-compulsive disorder is likely a mental illness.

As she was about to get dressed, a shadow loomed over her, and her chin was grabbed. Rong Fei lowered his head and kissed her lips gently yet forcefully, his teeth nibbling at her lips as he softly rubbed them together. His voice was gentle and slightly husky: "Baby, your love is my medicine."

Jiang Mian was stunned, mainly because she didn't want to take the medicine.

She reached out and placed her hand on Rong Fei's chest, gently pushing him away.

Rong Fei also pulled away slightly following her force, but when he looked down at her, his silver eyes clung to Jiang Mian like spider silk, like a maggot stuck to a bone that was hard to remove.

"Baby, if you ever dare to stop loving me, I'll go crazy. I'm terrifying when I go crazy." Rong Fei gently rubbed her head, his gaze softening and returning to its gentle demeanor. "But that won't happen, right?"

Jiang Mian looked at him for a while. The young man was handsome and refined, with silver hair hanging down and eyes that were silver like the Milky Way. He was beautiful and clean, and his whole person was so calm and gentle. The sickly, possessive gaze he had just given her seemed to be her imagination.

So what if he has a mental illness? Anyway, she likes him.

Why would I be afraid of his morbidly possessive gaze?
Jiang Mian reached out and hooked her arm around his neck, gently kissing his eyes: "That won't happen."

Rong Fei kissed her lips tenderly once more.

This time, it was the gentlest of all.

Jiang Mian came downstairs after changing her clothes. Her lips were extremely swollen and red, but her face was beautiful and charming.

Rong Fei saw the flower he had kissed bloom so beautifully, and he was actually reluctant to let her go; he even felt other impulses. However, Jiang Mian insisted on going to help her neighbor with his medical treatment.

Rong Fei had no choice but to release them.

After Jiang Mian came down, he planned to refine an antidote.

Chi Lin returned at some point, and upon seeing her, he quickly rushed to her side. "Sister, I heard there are three strange insects here. Are they injured?"

He nervously checked her body and only breathed a slight sigh of relief when he found that the wounds were all bandaged.

"I was so worried." Chi Lin grabbed her bandaged arm and kissed it, his dark blue eyes filled with concern and worry. "Is it painful, my wife?"

Jiang Mian silently withdrew her hand, and smiled gently as if to reassure the other person: "It's alright, I'm going to refine medicine now."

She then went to the backyard.

Chi Lin naturally followed, saying, "Sister, you need to rest well if you're injured."

Lin Yu followed, and Rong Fei followed as well.

Chi Lin told Jiang Mian to rest, but Jiang Mian felt that it was just a scratch and she couldn't move her hands. She still needed to make medicine, so Chi Lin could only gently assist Jiang Mian from the side.

Two other people assisted Jiang Mian.

Lin Yu and Rong Fei helped her, handing her things, watching the fire, stirring, and extracting, among other things.

Chi Lin was pushed out.

His expression darkened. These two seemed to know a lot. They could understand and hand over things almost without his sister saying anything.

So, the slow-moving Chi Lin was squeezed out: ...

Chi Lin: Claws should be tucked into the palm!

Jiang Mian paused for a moment, and the next second whatever he needed was handed over, and the next second whatever he needed to do was taken over and done by another person. This feeling was too magical.

It's understandable that Rong Fei, as a doctor, would have some knowledge of medicine, but I didn't expect Lin Yu to be so fluent.

Jiang Mian had the robot Xiao Rong take the prepared antidote and feed it to the unconscious people.

She took off her sterile gloves, washed her hands, and looked at Lin Yu: "Lin Yu, are you a pharmacist too?"

"No." Lin Yu glanced at Jiang Mian, guessing that Jiang Mian's smooth movements just now had led her to this conclusion, so she explained, "I have seen videos of how to make this kind of antidote."

The cloud network was indeed established by Lin Yu. The usual audits are all conducted by a data command set up by him. He only supervises it occasionally and doesn't keep an eye on it all the time.

Lin Yu had never watched these alchemy videos before, but one day, he discovered that Bu Mian was Jiang Mian.

The reason is simply that Yunwang suddenly became very popular because of this person, Bumian, and many people flocked in just to buy and watch her articles and videos.

This naturally attracted countless data attacks, all trying to break into her domain and obtain her location.

Lin Yu only knew who it was because of the word "Mian" (眠), and by clicking on the URL, she found out who it was.

Therefore, all the sleepless posts about unboxing on the cloud platform disappeared.

I started by creating a small website on a whim, then began to optimize it, making it more aesthetically pleasing, and changing the sections to make it more convenient for her.

Jiang Mian would occasionally log off the cloud network and discover that it had been optimized to the level of later generations.

She remembered that the cloud network was optimized extremely slowly; even a little optimization every year was considered good.

But now it can be optimized to its best in just a few days.

Jiang Mian was puzzled, guessing that her transmigration had probably caused some kind of butterfly effect, but she didn't pay much attention to it afterward.

(End of this chapter)