Bingzhi's voice sounded coldly outside, "Xiaolong, come out for a moment."
Xiaolong was stunned, a little reluctant to give up, but he had to listen to Bingzhi's words.
The little dragon spread its little feet and ran out happily.
In the main hall, Qianxun and the handsome boy were left.
"Sir, I want to drink water." Qianxun pointed to the kettle on the table and said calmly.[
She could get out of bed and pour water to quench her thirst.
However, she just wanted this young man to go. Naturally, she had her own purpose.
The young man was slightly startled, and stood up quickly, as if he was afraid that he would neglect Qianxun. His white boots stepped on the white jade ground, making no sound.
The young man with white hair poured a glass of water. The bottle was so small that in modern times, even twenty glasses would not be enough when you are thirsty.
Qianxun drank a glass, asked for another glass, drank another glass and another glass.
The young man was extremely patient and delivered one glass after another. Qianxun looked at the last glass lightly and said, "No, you can drink it. Ah, you can't drink this, just pour it down."
Qianxun didn't want him to kiss her indirectly.
The young man's eyes flashed slightly, but he didn't say anything.
Qianxun lay on the bed again, frowning, and her beautiful face was also twisted into a ball.
She gasped, as if in pain.
"Xun... Miss, how are you?" When the young man saw this, he spoke in a hurry.
Qianxun was startled for a moment. No matter how she changed her voice, she could no longer hide it from her.
"My heart...aches..."
Qianxun pretended to be in pain and frowned. The boy quickly stepped forward to hold her hand, but Qianxun coldly avoided her.
"Girl...let...let me take a look..."
The boy's voice was a little awkward and low, as if he was deliberately pretending to be low.
Qianxun smiled coldly and sat up. The curtains on both sides swayed slightly as the young man sat down. The white curtain in front of the bead curtain also fluttered, making it look very fairy-like.
"Sir, is there any medicine that can cure heartache?" Qianxun suddenly sneered and winked at the young man.
The young man paused and lowered his eyes, "Yes...it depends on whether the girl is willing?" [
"What magic medicine? Is it a medicine that forgets everything, or..."