Fang Fei closed the door and returned to Aunt Fu's room next door, but she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. In her dream, she dreamed that Luo Jia had brought thousands of troops to chase her. She ran and ran as hard as she could, but she couldn't.
Luo Jia's sword had already struck... She suddenly woke up, sat up, and repeated this process until it was almost dawn before she fell asleep.
When she woke up, the red sun was rising. As soon as she went out, she saw Luo Jia standing in the yard, looking at the rising sun, with his hands behind his back, as if he was thinking about something.
It turned out that everything last night was not a dream! It was Luo Jia, and this tyrant was really here. She jumped up in fright, subconsciously, turned around and ran out.
Her arm was pulled, but she struggled to free herself and shouted loudly: "I still want to collect herbs and see patients."
"No patient will be able to set foot here in the next few days, Fangfei, your task is to make tea and cook for me."
Fang Fei was stunned, as if looking at a monster, and suddenly stretched out her hand to touch Luo Jia's face to see if he had a fever or was insane.
He pressed his big hand on the catkin caressing his face, and his heart suddenly jumped. He remembered the smooth and slim body of the girl he saw for the first time on the day he escaped. His eyes turned, and the black robe could not hide them.
The curves of the girl, the white forehead, the eyes full of vigilance and doubt, but so bright and clear, as if the tea they saw last night were layers of green, bottomless. He let out a long sigh.
Let's take a breath, no wonder people say that women have changed at the age of 18. When did this little girl grow up to be so charming?
It was as if he completely discovered for the first time that his heartbeat was slightly beating.
At this time, the distance between the two was so close, he could even clearly smell the girl's body fragrance on her body, with a hint of medicine, even the smell of last night's tea, and such bright red lips, so green. His
His breathing suddenly became rapid, and his head tilted downwards involuntarily, towards the red lips.
"Let me go...it hurts..." Her hand turned red when he held it hard, and he woke up suddenly, embarrassed.
He let go of his hand and his face turned red: "Oh, my ugly girl, I'm hungry, what should I eat for breakfast?"