At the Border Factory, Li Qiao had just alighted from the car when she saw Mo Jue approaching her, his face covered in mosquito bites, ambling from the car behind.
Along the way, she kept lifting her lower legs to rub them together, her fingers also scratching wildly over her clothes.
Li Qiao let go of Shang Yu's hand and walked up to Mo Jue with a surprised lift of her brows, "How did you get bitten like this?"
Indeed, the Poor People's Kiln was rife with mosquitoes, but every bamboo house had special mosquito-repelling incense that was extremely effective.
Li Qiao looked toward Luoyu behind her. The two of them had stayed together last night, but clearly, Luoyu was fine.
Mo Jue was fidgeting and pouting as if she had been greatly wronged, "It's so itchy... "
Li Qiao lifted Mo Jue's face to take a closer look, easily finding at least ten mosquito bites, even her eyelids were swollen.
