"Your Highness, it's normal for her to get sick. She is a mortal body and her injuries have not healed yet. The doll room is so cold. Any normal person would not be able to stand it if she stayed there for a few days without eating or drinking.
, I saw that her face looked very ugly, as if she was about to die, and she could only breathe in, but there was no breath left."
"Your Highness, Your Highness, where are you going?"
Someone's figure is like a gust of wind, traveling far away in an instant.
He threw the brush carelessly on the table, and the ink stained all over the paper. The red plum picture he had just painted was completely ruined.
Mo Nu stood there, nodded, and said to himself, "It seems that I guessed right. His Highness is really interested in her. Alas, is this a good thing or a bad thing? From now on,
Come on, that woman Mu Lingyue hasn't fallen in love with His Highness yet. If she turns into the next Ning Xuerou, what should Your Highness do..."[
In the courtyard, the birds are singing, the flowers are fragrant, and the sun is shining brightly.
When Mo Nu was about to chase Lan Qingyue, he found that he was no longer around.
His Highness's movements are really fast.
He really doesn't understand these so-called love affairs.
Since His Highness cares about her, why did he lock her up and torture her?
I remember that in the past, His Highness doted on the people he liked.
Why did it turn into all kinds of torture when we arrived at Mu Lingyue's place?
"come here."
Mo Nu stretched out his hand to summon a little maid, thought for a while, and ordered, "Hurry up and clean a room, and buy some fever-reducing medicine."
The little maid asked in confusion, "Who is sick? Those medicines are useless to us, so why did we buy them?"
"If you are asked to go, just go as quickly as possible. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
The little maid was yelled at by him and responded aggrievedly, "I know, I'll go right away."
"Bang", the closed door was pushed open.
Wisps of sunlight sneaked in from outside the house, and finally there was a glimmer of light in the dark and damp doll room.
The house was filled with a disgusting smell of blood. Lan Qingyue frowned and hesitated for two seconds at the door. When he heard several hoarse coughs coming from inside the house, he no longer hesitated and walked in quickly.
At a glance, he saw the petite figure curled up in the corner.
She closed her eyes, her face was pale, and she fell weakly to the ground, leaning on her side, her legs arched, like a baby, holding her legs with both hands, and her whole body curled up into a ball.
Her breathing sounded fast and slow, and her breath was heavy. Her face was like a doll in ice, pale and without a trace of blood.
Lan Qingyue stood in front of her, squatted down, stretched out her hand to feel the temperature on her forehead.[
The temperature on his forehead was as hot as fire. He frowned even more tightly and pulled her hand. Her hand was very cold, as if there was no warmth at all.
Her body was trembling constantly, and she seemed to be muttering something in her mouth, which was so vague that she couldn't hear clearly.
He leaned closer to listen, "It's cold, it's so cold..."
It turned out that she was talking about being cold.
Lan Qingyue picked her up from the ground. His arms were as warm as spring. As soon as she touched his body, it was as if she had found a source of heat and she immediately wrapped herself around him tightly.
She first hooked her hands around his neck, then touched his neck twice with her cold hands, and then touched his neck along his chest.
Probably because she felt the temperature on his chest was higher, her little hand reached into his underwear without hesitation.