Lan Mingyou tilted his head slightly and looked at her face carefully. She had a small oval face and her skin was very delicate and smooth.
However, due to long-term abuse and starvation, her whole face looked particularly bad, she looked completely bloodless, and even her body was skinny and thin. Lan Mingyou felt like it just when he hugged her
What he held was like a withered skeleton.
Her nose is small and straight, her small cherry mouth is very attractive, and her long and curled eyelashes tremble slightly with her breathing, like a black butterfly flapping its wings.
Lan Mingyou discovered that she was already a beauty at a young age, and when she grew up, she would become even more beautiful. It was a pity that the fifth lady was a loser, and she wasted her beauty in vain.
He suddenly stretched out his hand and stroked Bo Jixin's cheek. There was no excessive emotion in his eyes. He just felt that when he stroked her cheek, he felt a strange and comfortable feeling in his heart. [
Lan Mingyou felt that maybe it was the first time he touched a woman's skin like this, so he felt weird.
He gently tugged on his lower lip, and you couldn't tell there was any smile on his face. It was as indifferent as water but mixed with a bit of evil spirit.
Bo Cixin moved her fingers slightly, now she was a little stronger than before, but if she had a head-on confrontation with this powerful man, she would definitely die miserably.
The more Lan Mingyou caressed her, the more interesting she felt. He couldn't help but touch her from her face to her neck.
She frowned slightly, this pervert, she really thought he was kind-hearted to save her, and just after he rescued her, he touched her, touched her, if it were in modern times, she would have struck her with a palm.
Kill him.
But Bo Cixin knew that she couldn't beat him, at least not for now, so she had no choice but to continue pretending to be asleep and let him move without opening her eyes or fighting back.
Lan Mingyou touched her for a while and then stopped. He took her wrist and gently placed his fingers on her pulse to observe.
"It's not as serious as I thought."
"However, you are indeed a waste. There is not a trace of vitality in your body. I really don't know how you survived."
After Lan Mingyou finished speaking to himself, he put her hand back on the quilt and fed her an unknown pill. Then he stood up and walked out, and the pure white feathers on his shoulders followed suit.
Trembling slightly as he moved.
Bo Cixin heard the sound of the door being closed, and after a while, she tried to move her hands.
Now I have regained a lot of strength. Even though my body still hurts, I still have the strength to open my eyes and speak.
She opened her eyes, her eyes were extremely sharp, and their eyes were full of coldness, as if knives were flying out of her eyes.
Bo Cixin looked around here. She really had traveled through time. She couldn't find any modern flavor in the things in the room. The doors, windows, screens, cabinets, and even the bed she slept on were all things that only existed in ancient times. They were antique.
, full of ancient flavor.
She stretched her hand out in front of her eyes and found that it was much smaller, just like a child's hand, but it was covered with thick dry calluses, and it looked like she had done a lot of heavy work.
The pill that Lan Mingyou gave to Bo Cixin was very effective. Not long after Bo Cixin took it, the pain from being beaten with sticks had been reduced a lot, and her strength was slowly improving little by little.
After recovery, what was even more strange was that she felt something moving in her stomach, and she didn't know what it was.
Bo Cixin shook her head slightly to prevent herself from thinking too much, and rolled up her longer sleeves.