Sweating is about sweating, but it is not as boring as him. You don’t know how to bully people, and you don’t have the knowledge to bully them like this.

At this moment, my mouth felt bitter and my tongue hurt again. Su Wanrong's head was already swelling and weak, and after the man asked for kissing, she couldn't even lift her hands and feet.

When I am sick, I always feel a little fragile and delicate. I think of the bitter medicine juice filled with man's saliva that I just drank. The more I think about it, the more I feel wronged, my eyes turn red, and a few tears fall in my eyes.

Yinmang saw her crying with tears, and her little face wrinkled together. It looked like the pear blossoms that had been frosted and stained with light rain overnight. It looked really pitiful.

Yinmang was naturally very consuming this trick. He immediately hugged her tighter and softly coaxed her softly. He pinched her soft and tender little hands and rubbed her, saying, "It's OK, how big is it, why are you crying? I will tell the military doctor tomorrow, just prescribe a few pairs of less bitter medicines for you. Is it still uncomfortable? Is it okay to eat a piece of dried fruit?"

Su Wanrong took his hand and bit the dried fruit he handed over into her mouth. The sweetness spread out on the tip of her tongue, gradually overshadowing the bitterness of the medicine. She chewed it twice, and when the nausea in her throat was less intense, she held the dried fruit and sobbed in her mouth and said intermittently: "There is no medicine that is not bitter? You lied to me again... And I don't cry entirely because of drinking medicine. Who told you to bully me? I'm sick and you bully..."

Because the crying had not stopped completely, and there was something in his mouth, he could not hear clearly when he spoke vaguely.

The sick little girl has a worse temper and is more coquettish. She cried so hard that she burped her shoulders, but she still kept squeezing her shoulders. Her thumb wiping the tears on her cheeks, Yinmang sighed lightly and touched her ear, "I don't want to call me bullying, then get better soon. When you get better, let you bully me, and I will take your saliva."

She doesn't have the bad taste of him...

Su Wanrong whispered in her heart. She wanted to say something else, but Yinmang blew out the light. She hugged her body and lay down, kissed her forehead, and said, "Go to sleep."

After struggling for a while, I cried again, and I really felt even more tired.

He muttered a few words, felt his back, gently patted the wide and thick palms he was stroking, and then closed his eyes obediently and lay still.

**

Yinmang woke up once in the middle of the night. The little girl in her arms was hot again, her thin white fingers grabbed his arm uneasy, and her facial features were tied together in her sleep, sobbing and shouting as she felt uncomfortable.

Yinmang was holding the man and slapped him with his big palms one by one. He leaned into her ear to coax her. She seemed to be burning again, and her consciousness was chaotic and could not hear what he was saying.

Everyone in the court is afraid of others, and they are also invincible on the battlefield. When they meet this nasty little woman, they are the only one who is helpless.

He was restless and anxious, and paced back and forth in the room in the middle of the night. He shouted all the servants, ordered them to decoct the medicine again, and scolded the military doctor as a Mongolian doctor, and even the small wind and cold could not be cured.

Later, he even planned to go to the nearby town and find another doctor to come and take a look. Fortunately, after brushing her again, the little girl finally stopped crying, snuggled in his arms, and fell asleep quietly.

At dawn, Yinmang touched her forehead again and finally fell down. He breathed a sigh of relief, and finally tucked her quilt, then closed her eyes and fell asleep.

**

When Su Wanrong woke up, it was almost time to begin. She opened her eyes and saw a man's magnified sleeping face.

I was a little surprised and a little rare. I remembered that this man had a very regular schedule and had never seen him sleep in.

He noticed the movement of the person in his arms, Yinmang also woke up. He frowned, opened his eyes and looked at her for a while, and asked hoarsely: "Do you feel better?"

Su Wanrong moved, her head didn't hurt so much, her throat was dry, and her body was soft and weak... She was already weak, but now she was trapped by a heavy huge man, so she felt that she was naturally not very comfortable.

After hesitating for a while, he still poked out his fingertips and tentatively poked the man's chest. "Can you... get up? It's so heavy, pressing me..."

Yinmang didn't move, stared at her for a moment, sneered, narrowed his eyes and asked slowly, "Do you still have the face to dislike me?"

Su Wanrong didn't understand why.

Yinmang said, "You were so hot last night. Do you have an impression of how long have you been tormenting me over and over again? I served you and just stopped until dawn. You dare to think that I was suppressing you. You are so stupid when you sleep. If you didn't have me pressed your bedding, your cold will be relieved this morning? I'm afraid you will burn you all over!"

Su Wanrong was infected with the cold wind, and her memories of last night were intermittent.
Chapter completed!