"You are so cruel to me." Feng Qinghan actually acted like a fool and refused to stand up. He just wrinkled his nose, flattened his mouth and looked at Wei Nuan, as if he wanted to cry, but didn't.
Ling Wei Nuan is quite irresistible.
If such a look appeared on the man next to her, she might feel goosebumps all over the place, but watching Feng Qinghan do it, she felt like a big child was being bullied, which made her unbearable.
"I didn't mean it, who asked you to... bully me." Wei Nuan said with a guilty conscience.
Even though Feng Qinghan's eyes were invisible, he still opened his eyes slightly in surprise, looking angry. Who was bullying whom?
"My lord, the princess's medicine is here." When Jingtang came in, she saw Feng Qinghan sitting on the ground, and Weinuan squatting next to him, holding Feng Qinghan's wrist with one hand, as if there was something going on.
The two awkward children made her stunned.
Feng Qinghan, who was originally on the ground, heard the medicine coming and immediately stood up. At the same time, he picked up Wei Nuan and put Wei Nuan on the bed. He suddenly remembered, "Were you standing barefoot on the ground just now?"
The tone was a little annoyed.
Why didn't he think of this? How could she stand barefoot on the ground when she was already cold? Wouldn't this make her condition worse? He was really confused.
"Drink the medicine first." Feng Qinghan took the medicine bowl from Jingtang and handed it to Wei Nuan. Wei Nuan reached out and took it and drank up the bowl of bitter medicine without any hesitation. This made Feng Qing Han warm.
Jingtang was surprised. This bowl of medicine smelled bad and Wei Nuan drank it all without saying anything.
"Bring me a glass of water." Feng Qinghan was still afraid of her suffering, so he gave her some water.
At this time, he began to mind that he couldn't see again, otherwise he could feed her the medicine with his own hands, and he wouldn't be unable to see anything, and he wouldn't be able to see her expression as she drank the medicine.
"Is your mouth still bitter?" He put his hand into the quilt and held Wei Nuan's feet with both hands. Wei Nuan was startled. He subconsciously wanted to retract his feet. He was not used to such close contact, but Feng Qinghan
The grip was tight and she couldn't pull it out.
"Feng Qinghan, what are you doing?"
Her face turned red, and she admitted that she was not a thin-skinned person, but now that Feng Qinghan was holding her feet like this, she felt unusually shy.
"Your feet are so cold, don't move around."
In fact, Wei Nuan really wanted to say something at this time: My feet are ice cold, yes, but where are your hands warmed? With you holding them like this, are you sure you are not getting warmth from my feet?
But how could she have the nerve to say that Feng Qinghan, the majestic Ninth Prince and admired by everyone, did not dislike her feet at all and held them regardless, just to warm her cold feet, which moved her very much.
"Isn't there a palace banquet today? We have to go to dinner, has it already started?" Wei Nuan remembered that they were entering the palace for a banquet, so they couldn't just lie here and rest.
"You are sick and still want to go to the palace banquet?" Feng Qinghan was speechless. Can this woman be more at ease?
"You still need to eat when you are sick. I have an appetite to eat now. Take me with you. We can go home directly after eating, right?" She waved Feng Qinghan's hand coquettishly.
She found that she didn't feel that her coquettishness was disgusting. Instead, she felt that it was natural, as if she knew that he would agree as long as this happened.
"Okay, go home directly after eating."
The last two words were spoken very softly, but they lingered, and Wei Nuan didn't think there was anything wrong with them.