Xiao Yingzi obviously didn't expect that she would see Jun Wuxia here, and she answered with some hesitation: "I...I, Sister Qingwen is not feeling well, I came to take a look."
Jun Wuxia nodded lightly and said with a smile in his eyes: "Mr. Liu from the school said that you always leave early these days. It would be bad if my father blamed me."
When Xiao Yingzi heard Jun Wuya mentioning her father, her little hand holding the door tightened a little tighter, she pursed her lips tightly and looked back at Ruoyu and then at Jun Wuya, feeling trapped.
In the middle, I don’t know what to do at all
If my father knew that I had not gone to school in the past few days, he would definitely be furious, but my sister's current body...
"It's better to go to school. I feel much better now. Xiao Yingzi doesn't have to worry." Ruoyu slowly got off the bed. Perhaps she was too weak to do even this small bending action.
It was extremely strenuous, and the palms of my hands became slightly moist.
Xiao Yingzi turned to look at Ruoyu again. Seeing that Ruoyu was smiling like the warm sun in March, she really looked untroubled, so she nodded, bowed to Jun Wuxia, and walked out sideways.
As soon as Xiao Yingzi walked through the thin wooden door, she was slowly pushed open by Jun Wuxia. Leng Yuexuan was the only one who could see through the door. During the day, Ruoyu always left the door half open for She Yue.
, and at this time, Jing Jun Wuya's level suddenly became a lot darker, and the deserted feeling also approached a lot more aggressively.
"If I heard correctly, Miss Ruoyu has not eaten for several days." Jun Wuxia raised his eyebrows, his voice was a little stiff, and he walked closer to Ruoyu and said.
Ruoyu also suppressed the smile she had just forced out in front of Xiao Yingzi, and without looking at Jun Wuxia, she said in a cold voice that was not as warm as ice: "Isn't this exactly what the prince wants?"
When I said this, maybe I was biting too hard, and the pain in my chest expanded a lot, as if there were bugs with sharp teeth that kept biting me, and my breathing became rapid.
It was obvious that he was in extreme pain, but he still didn't show any pitiful and haggard appearance. His face, which was pale and slightly blood-colored due to his increasingly rapid breathing, looked dazzlingly gorgeous for a moment.
Looking at her like this, there was a hint of warmth in Jun Wuxia's narrow eyes, which had always been calm. However, this warmth disappeared very quickly, and was replaced by the same silence as before.
His broad and strong hands grasped the edge of the bowl of millet porridge, and without any mercy, he pressed it against Ruoyu's dull lips and said, "Drink it."
In the slightly tilted bowl, thick boiled millet was flowing. Up close, it looked even more disgusting than the vegetables I tried yesterday. I could only look away and said: "I can't drink it."
However, he felt a strong hand grasping his lower jaw, forcing him to open his mouth with a force that could not be ignored. How could his weak body withstand such brutal force? As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a little cold and sticky.
Thick liquid flows into one's mouth
The similar smooth feeling made Ruoyu's heart almost clench into a ball, and her stomach was tumbling with swelling. She twisted her head desperately but still couldn't stop the rice porridge pouring into her throat.
The bright yellow rice porridge that caught the eye became more and more blurred, and it seemed as if it had faded into beige, and formed into a round dough. The center of the dough was even dotted with a little red. This... is Ruyi
The cake is a wishful cake!
Jun Wuxia barely breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Ruoyu had already drank the porridge. He didn't notice that Ruoyu's eyes, which had been staring at the porridge, slowly wandered away, until he realized something was wrong.
By then, all the millet porridge had been spit out, and the yellow porridge was mixed with a few streaks of yellow and blood red...
It looked so shocking that he even vomited bile.
Thin tears also slid down the corners of Ruoyu's eyes. She said in a hoarse voice with no strength, "I really can't eat it. I feel sick when I see it."
Somehow, listening to Ruoyu's tone and looking at the tears, Jun Wuxia felt a strange feeling emerge in his chest. He should be happy to see her in such pain, shouldn't he?
When the porcelain bowl touched her lips again, before Ruoyu had time to struggle, she felt a gentle hand cover her eyes domineeringly.