The lotus flowers meander forward with their pretty steps.
Yueniang carefully held the decoction. Every time she caught a glimpse of Yin Xiaohan's thin and pale face, she couldn't help but feel a little distressed.
"Oh? Yue Niang, it's me who will do it!"
Yueniang saw that Peirong looked haggard and very tired, so she smiled and waved her hand: "Mr. Pei, you'd better go and have a good rest. Staying like this is not an option! There is also nourishing bird's nest soup here. You can drink it first.
I don’t want you to fall ill when General Yin is well.”
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Peirong was stunned for a moment, patted her chest and shook her head: "It doesn't matter, I'm very well. How could I get sick if you see how strong I am?"
Yueniang accidentally touched Peirong's delicate hand and felt as cold as water
"Are you saying you're fine? You must be freezing again. Go get some hot soup and rest."
Unable to resist, Peirong reluctantly returned to her room.
As soon as they settled down, Peirong felt a sense of emptiness in her heart. In this strange space, she felt a strange emotion, but she couldn't explain it clearly. It always made her originally unruly cold heart feel a little unspeakable.
Before I could take a sip of hot tea, a voice came in
"Hey, big sister, don't forget about me after you have him!"
"Why are you here?"
Eyes wide open, in disbelief
Peirong pointed at the little boy who was shaking his head and sitting on the bed, almost dropping the cup to the ground. When did this little boy follow him?
"Don't forget, I will be working with my eldest sister for the rest of my life, so of course I can't lose you!"
Letting a child tease you is really intolerable to Peirong.
However, this little kid was able to track all the way without being noticed. From this point of view, he is not that simple.
What's more, this kid did save her and Yin Xiaohan
Peirong's sharp gaze slowly moved with the cold eyes, and Peirong suddenly drew his sword. Unintentionally, the raised sword pointed directly at the little boy's tiny neck.
"Sister, don't you want to kill your future husband so much? If you really kill me, you will be a widow for the rest of your life. Think about it, do you think it's worth it?"
The little boy rolled out of bed with a roar. He didn't show any fear at all. Instead, he grabbed the sword, turned his wrist slightly, and suddenly snatched it from Peirong's hand.