I don’t know what medicine the unreliable servants feed her. The girl’s face was red and hot, and she obviously didn’t look like she had a fever at all.

Her midsuit was soaked in sweat inside and out. She was wrapped in cold clothes and put in her bed for a night. When she woke up tomorrow morning, her condition would definitely worsen.

Because Su Wanrong's cold is not healed, Yinmang rarely plans to be a gentleman.

He took out all her clothes in a few seconds, and then took the towels and squids on the corner of the couch to wipe her up and down.

But later Yinmang finally realized that the title of gentleman is really not something that everyone can control.

Yinmang had never seen Su Wanrong's jade body before. But the smoke was shrouded in the past, so I could see it clearly.

At this time, the quiet and deserted house was also very dim, but he was close to him.

Originally, he was wiping her without any distractions. When he finished his work and planned to lift the bedding and wrap the person in, he couldn't help but look up and sucked his mind again.

The pink bellyband around the chest is embroidered with exquisite crabapple butterfly patterns, making the delicate body like a cotton ball, shaking the eyes. The thin bands slide off the pink and white round shoulders, and a trace of snow candy is faintly exposed.

At a young age, he has grown such a seductive body. In a few years, when this little girl is in the hairpin, she will be more than anything else.

He couldn't help swallowing his saliva again. Yinmang's eyes were filled with fire, and he moved up slightly, and then he fell to the two shiny lips that he had been coveting for a long time.

When you get sick, the color is not as rosy as you usually look, but the lips are still plump and tender, which is particularly attractive.

After staring for a while, he couldn't help but stretch out his thumb and pressed the protruding lip bead with his fingertips.

It was soft and warm, and the touch was slightly moist, and most of Yinmang's body was numb.

Su Wanrong, who was sleeping soundly, seemed to notice that someone was disturbing her dream. Her closed eyes did not open, but she frowned and stretched her arms impatiently, and waved them in the air twice.

With a "bang", the delicate slap slapped Yinmang's cheek without bias.

Yinmang's face suddenly turned dark, his thin lip line was tightly pursed, and then he turned over and rose up.

The man stood beside the couch, staring at Su Wanrong's sweet sleeping face on the couch. After a while, he sneered secretly.

He wasn't in a hurry for a few days either.

When the time is right, this girl's little mouth and every piece of tender skin on her body must be his, and she must wash it clean and swallow it raw.

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The next day, the sky was light outside the window. Su Wanrong woke up slowly with a tiny and melodious sound of birds singing.

The body wrapped in the brocade quilt was sweating a lot, and her whole body was so wet and damp, but her head was no longer sank last night, and her whole body was obviously much more relaxed.

Su Wanrong frowned and opened her eyes.

As soon as she woke up, her thoughts were still blurred. Su Wanrong only remembered that she had a sudden fever at night, and later used the medicine she brought from Tanchun's hometown. The medicine tasted fine without any bitterness, so she didn't have much effort to drink the whole bowl while it was hot.

Later, Madam Zhou seemed to come in her sleep and looked at her once. She didn't know what was mixed with Tanchun's medicine soup. At that time, she felt that her head was even more chaotic than when she was not taken.

I always feel that Madam Zhou last night was a little different from ordinary people, whether it was her words and deeds, her voice, or the inexplicable questions she vaguely remembered...

Thinking of this suspiciously, Su Wanrong slowly sat up while kneading her slightly sore eyebrows, intending to call Tanchun or Madam Zhou in to come in and serve her to change her clean clothes.

Who would have thought that when she barely lifted the corner of the quilt and saw the scene below clearly.

Su Wanrong widened her eyes and her mind became mostly clear.

When she sat up, the brocade quilt covered by her body slid down. Her neck was cold. Looking down, she was wearing only the most private clothes and pants. Her exposed skin was snow-white and naked, and two thin pieces of clothing that were soaked in sweat almost transparently could hardly cover anything.

Su Wanrong's heart suddenly jumped, and a terrible guess suddenly emerged. As soon as this thought came to an end, she immediately turned her head.

The morning light was warm and wisps fell into the house through the window lattice. The morning light was very good, so Su Wanrong clearly saw clothes scattered all over the floor in front of the couch.

The plain white underwear and trousers and thin silk texture are all her close-fitting clothes, and Su Wanrong is so familiar with them.

At this moment, Su Wanrong felt like a basin of cold water poured her head directly at her, and the bone-broken coldness ran from the top of her head to the soles of her feet.

She had a high fever last night and couldn't get rid of it. She came in once in the middle and took off her clothes. It would never be Ma Ma Zhou!

Madam Zhou was rigorous in her work and did everything in an orderly manner. Therefore, it was impossible for her to change her bed clothes and throw it on the ground casually.

And Tanchun, that is even more impossible.

In her few memories, Tanchun was urging her to rest after decocting her the first medicine, and Madam Zhou urged her to rush to the backyard to rest.

So who was the person who broke into her boudoir without authorization?

The person's figure and his low and dull voice were slowly overlapped with a shameless and shameless man in his memory...

A feeling of shock and fear came over my heart, Su Wanrong's delicate body couldn't help but tremble, and her face disappeared in an instant.

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When the code is "swallowed raw", the author can't hold it in, but he actually wants to laugh.

I feel like my Majesty has been written as an ogre 2333333

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