Jiang Tingting was not in a good mood to begin with, but when he heard Feng Limo's words, the corner of his mouth twitched.
"The little prince's concern is really special. It makes people want to punch him to death."
"..."
"Why are you such a ignorant woman..." Feng Limo said with his thick eyebrows raised. Halfway through his words, when he saw Jiang Tingting's bloodless cheeks, he subconsciously softened his heart, closed his mouth, and then muttered. p>
"Forget it, a good man won't argue with a little girl."
Jiang Tingting held the cup in her hand, her eyes curled up, she already wanted to ask Feng Limo to eat the cup, but she was about to smash it over.
Feng Limo, who was lying on the window sill, took out a packet of small things in a paper bag from his arms and stuffed it over.
"Do you have to take medicine every day? I saw that the medicine was so black and numb that it was painful, so I got you some preserved fruit."
When Feng Limo talked about the concoction, he couldn't help but wrinkle his face, feeling a little disgusted.
Jiang Tingting's eyelashes twitched slightly, her hand holding the cup slightly loosened, and she opened the small paper bag, which contained round preserved fruits.
"Try it, it's sweet but not sour."
Feng Limo opened his lips, watching the woman's slender white fingers twisting a piece of preserved fruit into her mouth, and the corners of her mouth turned up involuntarily.
The young man’s smile is warm, bright and hot.
"Isn't it very sweet? If you eat a few pieces after drinking the medicine, you won't feel the bitterness."
Jiang Tingting swallowed the sweet and soft preserved fruit, looked at Feng Limo, raised his face and smiled nonchalantly.
"How do you know that the medicine I drank is black and bitter?"
"That..."
Feng Limo scratched his head with evasive eyes. He would not lie, so he hesitated for a moment before suppressing his blush and said.
"I was curious and tasted it."
Seeing the young man's awkward yet sincere expression, Jiang Tingting felt a little relieved.
"The little prince is not sick or in pain. He has tasted any medicine."
"You take care of me."
I don't know if it was Jiang Tingting's expression or the words that touched him, but Feng Limo looked a little embarrassed.
Jiang Tingting raised her lips silently, and the next second she felt her throat was itchy, and she wrinkled her face and coughed twice.
Seeing this, Feng Limo subconsciously wanted to stretch out his hand to help her, but because he couldn't reach it while standing outside the window, he retracted his hand completely after regaining consciousness and frowned.
"You...are you okay? It's been a few days, why are you still coughing? Are all the women in the Central Plains as sick and weak as you?"
The young man's dismissive tone revealed a hint of concern.
Those dark eyes were locked on her, as if they were afraid that she would suddenly pass out like before.
Jiang became angry when she mentioned this body. Is this what she was thinking? She grinded her teeth slightly and said patiently:
"I can't help it. I've been this sick and weak since I was a child, and I'm used to coughing."
Feng Limo really couldn't hide any emotion on his face. He frowned, a bit of distress flashed in his eyes, then shook his head and looked at her seriously, organizing various words in his mind, thinking that he should comfort her, but
The words came to my lips:
"You've been coughing since you were little, and you didn't cough to death. It's so powerful."
"..."
The air was quiet for a while, Jiang Tingting's eyes were dim, and his face successfully lost any expression.
That is to say, if you can’t speak, you can really shut up.
"Is it awesome? I have something even better. Do you want to try it?"
Jiang Tingting's pair of peach blossom eyes are as curved as the crescent moon. They look really beautiful and eye-catching, harmless and charming, but there is danger hidden in them.