"Cough, cough!" Mo Xiaohuan was choked and coughed and opened her eyes.
What catches the eye is Yu Beiming's handsome facial features. His deep black eyes clearly carry uneasiness and worry.
This man actually has moments when he feels uneasy...
Mo Xiaohuan stared at Yu Beiming above her head without blinking.
The two looked at each other for a long time
Yu Beiming was the first to react. He was still holding a small bowl of medicine in his hand and his voice became colder again: "Keep drinking medicine."
Mo Xiaohuan saw a trace of medicine on the corner of Yu Beiming's lips - could it be that he was... giving himself medicine?
Think about it, during the coma, she always heard a familiar voice talking next to her
Of course it is Yu Beiming...
Without giving Mo Xiaohuan time to continue thinking, a bowl of medicine with a bitter taste was handed to her lips.
"Don't drink" the concoction made from who knows what the hell
"Drink" Yu Beiming's short and ruthless words seemed to be his true attitude
Mo Xiaohuan stopped talking and turned her head to refuse Yu Beiming's order.
"Drink it, or drag Xiaotao out to beat you!" Yu Beiming's curve torture strategy
Xiaotao!
As soon as Mo Xiaohuan heard about Xiao Tao, he immediately looked around
Sure enough, on the side of the bed, Xiao Tao stood waiting for her.
Okay, Xiaotao is fine.
Just as he was about to say something, Yu Beiming took the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
Mo Xiaohuan intuitively felt that he wanted to...
Yu Beiming's big iron-like hands grabbed Mo Xiaohuan, and his other hand dragged the back of her head.
The overbearing lips pressed down quickly, and all the bitter medicine was immediately put into Mo Xiaohuan's mouth.
"Well……"
Yu Beiming did this action in one go, as if he had repeated it countless times
"Recuperate in the mansion and wait for you to recover. The lonely king will give you an explanation." After saying this, Yu Beiming stood up immediately, and his tall voice quickly disappeared behind the curtain.
Mo Xiaohuan pouted, feeling miserable
"Miss" Xiao Tao's choked voice came and she immediately threw herself in front of Mo Xiaohuan's bed.
In fact, Xiao Tao is one year older than Mo Qinghuan, but Mo Xiaohuan always feels that Xiao Tao is like a little follower without much thought and is always so simple.
From Xiao Tao's mouth, Mo Xiaohuan learned that she had been lying in bed for three days.
"Miss, the king has been waiting in your palace. You must get better..." Xiao Tao cried in a whimpering voice.
Hearing this sentence, something suddenly crossed Mo Xiaohuan's heart.
It doesn't hurt, it's like a blunt instrument has scratched my heart
There are no scars, but the heartstrings are plucked
In the past three days, the person who has been talking in my ears is him?
No! So what if it’s him?
But this strange feeling in my heart—could it be that I was moved?
No, you shouldn’t be tempted or even touched by a man like Yu Beiming.
His palace is deep. One second, he will lift a woman to the sky, and the next second, he will ruthlessly beat her to the bottom.
Mo Xiaohuan gathered her emotions and stopped talking about Yu Beiming. Instead, she tried hard to calm down and smiled at Xiao Tao:
"Then I'm fine now"
Mo Xiaohuan looked at Xiao Tao and saw that Xiao Tao was not injured, and felt a little more at ease.
It seems that the guards did not embarrass Xiaotao.
That night in the back garden was not in vain...
Xiaotao seemed to feel Mo Xiaohuan's concern, and tears fell again: "Miss, I am the one who has caused you trouble."
"Stop crying, aren't we all fine now?"
When she was beaten by Master Du and others in the back garden, Mo Xiaohuan almost thought that she would leave this world forever.