Xiao Lei glanced at Long Qian again, turned around and left.
Long Qian looked at his back and frowned: "Come back."
Xiao Lei stopped and did not look back.
He shouldn't have walked into her place and stayed here just to express his feelings.
"You said you would take me away, have you thought about the consequences?" Long Qian asked in a deep voice.
It's not that she doesn't want to leave, she would want to leave now if she could.
As long as she can leave the mausoleum and that man, it doesn't matter if she eats white rice.
"You don't need to think about this issue." Xiao Lei responded softly.
If it weren't for Xiaohong, the princess would not have come back, let alone be tortured by the prince.
Xiao Lei knew that this love would never be over in his lifetime.
"Don't mess around, I'll think of a solution myself." Long Qian turned around and hugged the quilt without looking at him.
"Go back and change your clothes so you don't catch a cold."
Xiao Lei's clothes were already dry, but he didn't care at all.
"If you don't come tomorrow night, I won't leave."
Long Qian felt a little complicated when she heard the sound of his leaving footsteps.
She didn't know what she could say, and she didn't want to say anything more now, she was too tired.
For so many days, she had been suffering from stomach pain every day, and she couldn't bear it for a long time. She just drank medicine and now she is a little sleepy.
Xiao Lei left and when Dingdang came in, Long Qian fell into a deep sleep.
Dingdang looked at the porridge in his hand, sighed, turned around and walked out of the room.
Long Qian had a dream about Chu Qing.
Qing'er rubbed her stomach and it felt so comfortable that she couldn't bear to open her eyes.
The discomfort in my stomach gradually improved, and I felt hungry.
"Qing'er, I really want to eat the chicken drumsticks you made. Get me one. I'm a patient, so you can't fulfill my little wish?"
Long Qian grabbed the man's hand and put it in his mouth.
"It smells so good! Qing'er is better. Qing'er is the best. I love you. I will love you forever."
The man looked at the girl's slightly moving thin lips and her palm being chewed, without even frowning.
Long Qian let go of his hand and muttered: "It tastes terrible! I suspect I ate a fake chicken leg."
She slowly opened her eyes, blinked, closed them, and slowly opened them again.
"Why is it you?" Long Qian rubbed his eyes and finally saw the face in front of him clearly.
Chu Dongling touched her forehead, bent down and picked her up.
Long Qian looked at him with wide round eyes and let him wrap herself into a rice dumpling.
"Brother Long, how did you get in? Did you rub my stomach just now?"
My stomach felt much better, as if I had regained my motivation, and suddenly I felt a little hungry.
"Brother Long, I'm hungry. Is there anything to eat?"
He even dared to get close to Chu Dongling, so it shouldn't be difficult to enter Ziyuan.
Chu Dongling remained silent, stood up, turned around and walked towards the table.
Long Qian looked at his leaving figure, her beautiful crescent eyebrows slightly wrinkled.
Brother Long's back is exactly the same as Chu Dongling's. How come they are so similar?
But they are not the same person, hasn't she confirmed it many times?
Chu Dongling didn't know what she was thinking, so he took out a plate from the basket and turned back.
A burst of fragrance wafted over, and Long Qian put aside his indifferent thoughts for a moment.
"Chicken legs? Brother Long, you brought me roasted chicken legs. They are really chicken legs."
Is Brother Long a god? How did he know that her stomach would heal? How did he know that she wanted to eat chicken legs?
This fairy brother was so good that she was so moved that she couldn't express it in words.
Long Qian struggled for a while, unable to free his wrapped hands, so he could only open his mouth slightly.
