He Is a Weirdo of the Highest Quality

After a while, Lian Gu sent a mouse over. Feng Qingying smeared the balsam on the mouse's body and placed it inside a small cage.

The rat didn't seem to have any abnormalities as it scurried around.

After washing his face and rinsing his mouth, Feng Qingying had been sitting by the window reading his book the entire time. Lingtong would occasionally look at the little mouse that was placed in the corner, and seeing that there was nothing abnormal with the little mouse, she felt that it was a little strange, as if there was something wrong with the balsam.

Seeing that it was getting late, Forge saw that Feng Qingying did not have any intention to rest, and reminded him, "Princess, it's time to rest."

"Yes."

Feng Qingying put down the book, rubbed his temples, and casually asked: "How is that mouse?"

"No problem."

"Don't worry about her tonight. We'll see in the morning!"