"Did Nuo'er tampered with my tea? But why did she do this?!" Looking at Nangong Nuo'er who was sitting in a wheelchair and making tea for him, Helian Yichen couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.
I was thinking, why did she want to knock him out?!
"Your Majesty, the tea has been brewed. Please drink tea." After Nangong Nuo'er poured the tea, she brought a cup to him and said expressionlessly.
"Nuo'er, are you still feeling unwell? You haven't looked very good these days. If you feel uncomfortable in any way, you must see a doctor." Although she has not had any headaches recently.
, but her complexion never looked good. Helian Yichen calmly took the tea cup from her and said with concern.
"Your Majesty, please rest assured. I know my own affairs. Your Majesty, you should drink the tea while it's hot. It won't taste good when it's cold." Nangong Nuo'er reminded him lightly when she saw that he was holding the teacup but not drinking it.[
"Nuo'er, the tea you brewed is unparalleled. I'm a little reluctant to drink it." Helian Yichen brought the teacup close to his nose, took a deep breath and said with appreciation.
"Tea is made for drinking. If it does not fulfill its duty, it will be a useless cup of tea. Your Majesty, you should drink the tea as soon as possible." What is going on with him today? He is not usually so wordy.
Yes, she made tea and he drank it. Nangong Nuoer bit her pale lower lip and stared at him.
"See how serious you are, I'll just drink it." Helian Yichen raised his sleeves in front of the teacup, then raised his head and drank the tea in the teacup.
"My lord, do you need another drink?!" Nangong Nuoer asked as usual, looking at the empty glass.
"No need, drinking too much tea will make it hard to sleep. No'er, I feel a little sleepy, so I'll go to bed first. You can go to bed early later and don't read too late." Helian Yichen drank.
After tea, I covered my mouth with my hand and yawned, then lay on the bed and got ready to sleep.
"I know, you go to sleep first." Nangong Nuoer put the empty cup on the table, then picked up the book on the table, seeming to read it seriously, but in fact she was waiting for him to sleep.
I don’t know how long it took, but Nangong Nuoer heard his breathing slowly calming down. Then she put down the study in her hand, pushed the wheelchair to the bedside, and called out twice in a low voice: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, your Majesty, your Majesty, your Majesty, your Majesty.
