3257. Chapter 3257 [Oriental] Is something wrong? 7
"Do you want to prepare frosting for the prince? Every time the princess drinks medicine, she needs frosting, so she has someone to do some things." said the manager.
Dongfang Aoshi didn't speak, raised his eyes and glanced at the manager, picked up the bowl, and drank it all in one go.
The brows were so bitter that it was frowning tightly.
"Prince, frosting." The manager quickly handed over a frosting piece.
Dongfang Aoshi didn't even look at it, and lay down again.
The manager's hand froze like this.
After several seconds, it was taken back.
Dongfang Aoshi lay there, his breathing gradually became stable.
The manager took the quilt over, covered him, and then checked Wen Lu's condition to see if she kicked the quilt or something.
After sleeping in the middle of gentleness, I suddenly felt like there was a heat source that kept coming.
She was not awake yet and was confused. She didn't know what had happened. She thought it was because of the quilt that was covered with too much, so she pushed it with her hands.
A powerful force suddenly grabbed her hand and prevented her from moving.
He frowned gently and kicked him hard.
Suddenly I heard a muffled sound above my head.
What's going on?
Is anyone on her bed...?
Gentle frowned, lifted his heavy eyelids, and his mind had not yet fully awakened.
I looked around in a daze and found myself lying on the bed..., everything in front of me was very familiar.
The arrangements in front of her were all what she liked.
Gentle looked at everything around her and confusedly thought that she was still fifteen years old, the year she just married into the royal palace.
Around me is Dongfang Aoshi with a blushing face.
His body was emitting abnormal heat, as if he was having a fever.
Subconsciously stretched out his hand and put it on Dongfang Aoshi's forehead—
Very hot!
Gentle frowned and pushed the person around him, "Jiu Master?"
Dongfang Aoshi fell asleep deeply, without reaction, his thick eyebrows were completely furnished.
"Master Jiu?" Wenrou pushed him again.
Dongfang Aoshi finally reacted and slowly opened his eyes.
As if it was burnt, Dongfang Aoshi quickly took his hand back.
Wenrou wondered about his attitude, but she didn't think or ask more, focusing on Dongfang's excessive body temperature, "Jiu Master, are you okay? Why are you so hot? Are you having a fever?"
Master Jiu?
Dongfang Aoshi was stunned for a moment, staring at Wen Rou with black eyes, as if he couldn't believe it-
Wenrou actually called herself Jiu Master?
Has she forgiven herself?
still……
The next second, I felt that my thoughts were too naive.
After he did that kind of thing, how could Gentle Rou forgive himself?
She said she hated him.
Dongfang Aoshi lowered his eyes sadly.
"Master Jiu? What's wrong with you? Why don't you talk? Are you feeling uncomfortable? I'll call the imperial doctor right away..." Wenrou was completely immersed in the memories of the past and did not come back to her senses.
This is her own habit.
Every time I wake up, I spend nearly half an hour and my thinking is completely vague.
Dongfang Aoshi also remembered this strange habit of gentleness, and said hoarsely, "It's okay... I'm just a little tired..."
"Your voice is hoarse." Wenrou was very worried, "I'd better ask the imperial doctor to come and have a look."
"No need." Dongfang Aoshi suddenly hugged Gentle Rou tightly, buried her whole face in her neck, and sniffed her smell. "Do you want to prepare frosting for the prince? Every time the princess drinks medicine, she needs frosting, so the subordinates have someone to do it.
I did some things and left it alone.” said the manager.
Dongfang Aoshi didn't speak, raised his eyes and glanced at the manager, picked up the bowl, and drank it all in one go.
The brows were so bitter that it was frowning tightly.
"Prince, frosting." The manager quickly handed over a frosting piece.
Dongfang Aoshi didn't even look at it, and lay down again.
The manager's hand froze like this.
After several seconds, it was taken back.
Dongfang Aoshi lay there, his breathing gradually became stable.
The manager took the quilt over, covered him, and then checked Wen Lu's condition to see if she kicked the quilt or something.
After sleeping in the middle of gentleness, I suddenly felt like there was a heat source that kept coming.
She was not awake yet and was confused. She didn't know what had happened. She thought it was because of the quilt that was covered with too much, so she pushed it with her hands.
A powerful force suddenly grabbed her hand and prevented her from moving.
He frowned gently and kicked him hard.
Suddenly I heard a muffled sound above my head.
What's going on?
Is anyone on her bed...?
Gentle frowned, lifted his heavy eyelids, and his mind had not yet fully awakened.
I looked around in a daze and found myself lying on the bed..., everything in front of me was very familiar.
The arrangements in front of her were all what she liked.
Gentle looked at everything around her and confusedly thought that she was still fifteen years old, the year she just married into the royal palace.
Around me is Dongfang Aoshi with a blushing face.
His body was emitting abnormal heat, as if he was having a fever.
Subconsciously stretched out his hand and put it on Dongfang Aoshi's forehead—
Very hot!
Gentle frowned and pushed the person around him, "Jiu Master?"
Dongfang Aoshi fell asleep deeply, without reaction, his thick eyebrows were completely furnished.
"Master Jiu?" Wenrou pushed him again.
Dongfang Aoshi finally reacted and slowly opened his eyes.
As if it was burnt, Dongfang Aoshi quickly took his hand back.
Wenrou wondered about his attitude, but she didn't think or ask more, focusing on Dongfang's excessive body temperature, "Jiu Master, are you okay? Why are you so hot? Are you having a fever?"
Master Jiu?
Dongfang Aoshi was stunned for a moment, staring at Wen Rou with black eyes, as if he couldn't believe it-
Wenrou actually called herself Jiu Master?
Has she forgiven herself?
still……
The next second, I felt that my thoughts were too naive.
After he did that kind of thing, how could Gentle Rou forgive himself?
She said she hated him.
Dongfang Aoshi lowered his eyes sadly.
"Master Jiu? What's wrong with you? Why don't you talk? Are you feeling uncomfortable? I'll call the imperial doctor right away..." Wenrou was completely immersed in the memories of the past and did not come back to her senses.
This is her own habit.
Every time I wake up, I spend nearly half an hour and my thinking is completely vague.
Dongfang Aoshi also remembered this strange habit of gentleness, and said hoarsely, "It's okay... I'm just a little tired..."
"Your voice is hoarse." Wenrou was very worried, "I'd better ask the imperial doctor to come and have a look."
"No need." Dongfang Aoshi suddenly hugged Wen Rou tightly, buried her whole face in her neck, and smelled her smell.