"Sir, I will help you get dressed!" Rasu Rong held the brocade robe and stood respectfully a few feet away from the bed, still not daring to raise his head.
Waited for a while.
Yelu Qingge, however, seemed to have forgotten about his previous angry visit to Tana Garden. He waved his hands and said impatiently: "Wear whatever clothes you want, put them back, and you can go out too!"
"..." Lasu Rong did not dare to speak. After putting the brocade robe back into the closet, he quietly walked out. As soon as he reached the door, he heard Yelu Qingge calling him again. "Lasu Rong!"
"Old slave is here." He came back.
"Go and get a thermos. Lasu Rong, ask the kitchen to make a bowl of black tea and ginger soup. Add more ginger!" He, a grown man, actually guessed why Mei Liangchen fell ill.
"Yes, sir." Rasu Rong's eyes almost fell out of his eyes. Did he read it right? The general was so nervous for the sake of little Mayne. You know, even if the little masters in the house are...
He was so sick that his life was in danger, and no one would take a look... He shook his head, trotted out and closed the door.
"Go away... go to Tana's place and leave me alone!" Seeing him pulling up the brocade quilt to wrap herself up, she didn't know what bad idea he had planned. She couldn't help but squirm in the quilt...
"I'm not afraid that I won't be able to get out of bed due to abdominal pain tomorrow, just keep making trouble!" Yelu Qingge's threat worked, and she became much quieter.
Mei Liangchen, who was wrapped in brocade quilt and only exposed his delicate face, gradually stopped struggling.
The problem of dysmenorrhea has been with her since the beginning of menstruation. There are always two days every month when she has to endure greater pain than others. Spasmodic and paroxysmal dysmenorrhea is often accompanied by a pale complexion when the attack is severe.
, symptoms of cold sweat, general weakness, and cold limbs. She reacted more strongly than the average person, and sometimes experienced nausea, vomiting, and headache.
In the original time and space, she could use powerful and effective analgesics to solve the problem, but in this unfamiliar prairie, she could only grit her teeth and endure the physical pain silently.
"Meenjiya, if it hurts, just scream!" A warm palm with scorching body temperature penetrated into her underwear and pressed against her lower abdomen. She looked up in shock, but unexpectedly saw a pair of
Dark eyes filled with worry and pity...
Was he trying to keep her warm? She was so stunned that she couldn't come back to her senses.
Something seemed to be messed up. Was it her heart? Her hand quietly touched her chest, bang bang... bang bang bang, her heart was beating fast and furious. She swallowed and asked him inquiringly: "What's wrong with you?"
Do you know that my abdominal pain is caused by Yuexin?" His iron palm should be shooting arrows with a knife, instead of being like a husband who loves his wife and caring for her when she has menstrual pain.
His heavy eyes fell on her guarded little face, and he said softly: "Last time, your moon letter was so torturous!" His big hand rubbed back and forth on her lower abdomen, generating heat, and her cheeks were stained.
A touch of blush.
It turned out that he was actually taking care of her daily life when she was shot and fell into coma. Those vague memories and the warm embrace were all brought by him.
Suddenly, she became like Rasu Rong, unable to explain the complicated and unspeakable feelings in her heart... Is the man in front of her who cared for her with all his heart the devil who took away all the good things from her? He looked very calm, with a face carved with an ax and a chisel.
He has a profound face that is as imposing as a man. When he is not angry, every contour line is tempting her gaze. He is an eagle soaring on the grassland. He will never stop for a woman, but alone
To her, it's so different...
"Yelü Qingge..." She stretched out her fingers and stroked his lightly shaved chin. "Do you really like me?"
He looked back at her deeply, wanting to swallow the little thing showing tenderness in his stomach... "Yes, Meenjia, I like you!"
Hearing his affirmative and unthinking answer, she felt that her depressed mood suddenly became brighter, and even the pain in her abdomen was no longer so unbearable. She smiled softly and pressed her cheek against his warm chest.
, closed his eyes and asked: "Can you only like me, Yelu Qingge?"
He was first shocked by her initiative, and then laughed out loud at her childish request, "Haha... Meengiya, it turns out you are still jealous of them... I promise I only like you,
But you also have to promise not to lose your temper with me like a cow again!"
She pouted and said, "Who is the bull?"
His eyes were shining brightly. He bent down and took her lips in his. The tip of his tongue penetrated her lips and touched her white teeth. He stroked her back and forth... "It's not a cow... it's a little she-wolf."
...I like little she-wolves that show their sharp teeth when they are in heat!" He meant it.
"You..." He hummed out in shame and anger before being choked back by his enthusiasm. His iron arms held the brocade quilt powerfully, wishing he could stuff her into his strong body...
It was late at night and the wind was calm.
He must have been tired, so he lay on his side on the pillow, closed his thick eyelashes, and fell asleep with a long breath.
Mei Liangchen slowly broke away from his arms, holding her hands on her already warm belly, and quietly got out of bed. She walked barefoot and tiptoed to the door, and softly shouted: "Housekeeper, are you there?
"
There was a flurry of rustling sounds outside, and then came Lasu Rong's low response. "I'm here, old slave."
She opened the door and was bathed in the bright moonlight, standing pure and clean in the door like a fairy from the dust. When Lasu Rong saw those pink feet, his throat tightened and he lowered his head. "Mayne
Whatever the girl wants, I will get it for you!" If Lasu Rong doesn't put her in the master's seat to provide for her, then his decades of hard work will be in vain.
Mei Liangchen looked back at the person on the bed and said softly: "Master Butler, could you please help me bring a pot of medicinal soup."
"Medicine soup? What kind of medicinal soup does the girl want?" Hasn't she already drank brown sugar ginger water?
She grinned, pointed to the figure inside and said, "This is the medicinal soup used to wash the general's wounds. I want to bandage him again..."