"Xuanxuan!" Bohan entered the room and saw Yunxuan lying on the couch. His heart tightened and he quickly ran to the couch. He looked at the weak Yunxuan with a troubled expression and held her hand.
Ruixue used hot water to apply it on her hands, and they became cold again after a while.
"Well, why is she like this? How do you take care of your young lady?" Bohan vented his anger on Ruixue indiscriminately. There was a burst of heartache and annoyance on his face, but Ruixue was so aggrieved that she didn't bother to talk to Bohan.
He argued, lowering his head and saying nothing.
"Thanks to Ruixue here, you still have the nerve to blame her husband for not taking good care of his wife. You should ask yourself that you are the third sister. This is a chill syndrome brought from the mother's womb. It happens like this in winter.
Normally, she can get through it just by baking on the fire, but this year, for some reason, she even got a fever. It was you who made her angry." Yunting scolded and glared at Bo Han angrily.
Bo Han knelt quietly beside Yunxuan's couch, and did not argue with Yunting. He only held Yunxuan's hand tightly, with a look of hesitation and heartache on his face. He was no longer as stubborn and arrogant as he was in the yard just now.
"Didn't you take medicine for the young lady? In normal winter, if you drink a few medicines to open your lungs and moisturize your qi, you will be fine in a few days." Zhilan breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the large bowl of medicine on the table.
Brought it over on one side
"Why didn't I give it to the lady? I don't know why. The lady couldn't take a few sips before spitting it out. If she could drink it, she wouldn't be like this now." Ruixue sighed and looked at Yunxuan with a sad face.
shook his head
From time to time, Yunxuan coughed again, and her body trembled slightly. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the room full of people with a weak expression. A Yingrui's stubborn face rushed into her eyes. See Bai Bai.
Han held her hand, glanced at Bo Han angrily, took his hand out of his warm and wide palm, and said feebly: "What are you doing here? I don't want to see you, get out of here, go away."
As he spoke, he coughed heavily again
Bo Han's face was a little stiff, and he snorted unconvincingly: "Do you think I want to come? It's not because you look so sick. I haven't been here for only a few days. With your illness like this, I thought you would
You are really capable, aren't you going back to the Bai family? Why are you here?"