Just now, when the Prime Minister was held by him, he didn't look as cold and hard as usual at all. Qiang Ceyan couldn't help but curl his lips slightly, "The Prime Minister should take good care of himself."
"I know." Shen Zui sat depressed.
Suddenly realizing the relationship between monarch and minister, he rolled his eyes slightly, why was he sitting while the emperor was standing. But, asking him to stand...
Shen Jun was not happy, he still had a fever. But if he really stood up, maybe the emperor wouldn't feel any sympathy for him at all, because the relationship between them is not familiar now.
"Your Majesty, please sit down, I will stand." Shen Jiu got down with difficulty.
This etiquette of respect and dignity was also something that happened and was forgotten for a while. Before the emperor could respond or respond, he pressed his hands on the emperor's shoulders and pressed down, forcing the emperor to sit down.
"Prime Minister, you are not feeling well and you should not stand." Qiang Ceyan moved his hand slightly, but still did not take Shen Jue's hand away from his body.
Shen Yu was really not suitable for standing. As soon as he stood up, his eyes gradually became blurry. He could no longer resist the pain of fever. Shen Yu ran headlong into the chest of the person in front of him. Shen Yu instinctively hugged his neck and exhaled: " Uncomfortable."
Are all patients with fever so hot? Qiang Ceyan's heart trembled slightly. When the Prime Minister hugged him just now, the two of them were not as close as the Prime Minister was now in his arms.
Qiang Ce extended his hand and gently touched it, "Where are you feeling uncomfortable?"
The prime minister suddenly felt so small and his waist was quite soft. There was only a faint scent of medicine on his body, not mixed with the strong rouge smell of the concubines and maids in the harem. Qiang Ceyan clearly realized that he seemed to be unable to put it down.
"I feel uncomfortable everywhere. My forehead feels heavy, my head feels heavy, and my body feels hot."
Maybe it was because being in the male protagonist's arms reminded him of how gentle the male protagonist was to him when he was sick in the previous world, and his drunken consciousness no longer cared about the unfamiliar relationship between them.
Looking for Qiang Ceyan's hand, he touched it in the palm of his hand. Shen Jun took his hand to touch his heart in his collar, raised his eyes and pursed his lips: "Is it hot?"
Shen Yue's secret teasing made Qiang Ceyan, who had been the emperor since he was a child but had not been exposed to men and women because of his young age, at a loss what to do.
"Prime Minister..." Qiang Ceyan immediately retracted his hand, half of the mature and restrained emotions on his face disappeared, "No, don't be so presumptuous."
As he said this, the strength around Shen Ji was moderately soft and hard, and he did not let go of Shen Ji, nor did he let him fall out of his arms.
"I just want you to feel it. I really didn't lie to you. I really feel uncomfortable." Shen Yu turned around and put her fair forehead against the man's shoulder. She closed her eyes and wanted to sleep.
Qiang Ceyan's heartbeat inexplicably accelerated, "Then, what can I do to make you feel more comfortable? Otherwise, I can change the cloth for you."
As if he had found a reason, Qiang Ceyan gently placed Shen Ji on the couch and took a few steps away, but... Qiang Ceyan's arms were empty, and his heart seemed to be inexplicably empty.
Shen Jun is sick and feels very uncomfortable. It seems to be more uncomfortable than ever before because the male protagonist doesn't love him.
When Qiang Ceyan washed a piece of cold cloth for him and put it on his forehead, Shen Jiu pursed his lips: "It's very cold."
"It's supposed to help the Prime Minister reduce fever, so you can't soak it in warm water, right?" Facing such a Prime Minister, Qiang Ceyan said something that was clearly reasonable, but he said it so uncertainly.