Huailing shook his head again. The smell on Cui Ruoheng was not fragrant at all.

That's the smell that kills people without paying for it.

She exhaled a few heavy breaths, and when she saw Cui Ruoheng coming up from the pool, she kicked Cui Ruoheng back into the water.

He took his coat, wrapped it around himself and rushed out.

"Come on, come on!"

Cui Ruoheng drugged her. Although it was beyond her expectation, Cui Ruoheng was an idiot and he overestimated himself.

Even if Huailing crawled, she would not be able to favor someone who was always plotting against her and trying to make money from her.

All the servants and maids in the mansion came out.

I was even more surprised when I saw that the princess's spot was wet and the few strands of hair on her forehead were sticking to her face.

The older male slaves all consciously adopted a loving tone.

"Your Highness, my little ancestor, the weather is very cold, why did you come out without drying yourself off? What are you doing with those little hooves guarding the hot spring door?!"

They brought a thick brocade quilt to wrap Huailing.

But Huailing pushed him away.

Because she is very hot now, she can't wait to find something cold to put on it.

What immediately came to her mind was Jintang's cool skin.

The picture painted in his mind is also Jintang's face.

A small red mouth and a fair neck.

Oops, she just wants Jintang!

Then she ran into a hug filled with the fragrance of tea.

Huailing's body tensed up instantly.

"Jintang?"

Sure enough, she shook her head and saw Jintang.

Jintang was dressed as thinly as she was, with only a coat on, and her hair was wet. She looked like she had rushed out of the shower on the other side.

But unlike Huailing, Jintang's eyes were eager and caring.

At this time, Jintang did not seem to be that silly man.

"Huailing, Huailing! What happened? Are you injured? Let me see quickly..."

He no longer cares about following etiquette.

The male slave on the side quickly reminded him.

"Master Tang, you cannot call His Highness by his first name!"

Huailing asked the male slaves to keep silent.

She told the male slave not to worry about her, tied up Cui Ruoheng, who was plotting evil in the bath, and hung him from a tree.

Then he dragged Jintang and ran away.

The two ran back to the house panting. Huailing kicked the door shut and pressed Jintang against the door.

"I'm not hurt, I just..."

She looked at Jintang's fragrant and tender little mouth, her eyes and heart seemed to be on fire.

Jintang is like the lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

It makes her want nothing more than to pounce on food.

"I just……"

Huailing couldn't even finish his sentence and was breathing heavily.

Then she pressed directly up and kissed Jintang's lips that seemed to be covered with honey.

Jintang could clearly feel that this kiss was different from the previous ones.

He was afraid and looking forward to it.

After finally letting go of his mouth, he boldly hugged Huailing tightly.

"Your Highness...we..."

He hugged Huailing and walked to the bed.

Huailing's mind was already a little confused, but she still shook her head vigorously.

"Your body cannot have a child now..."

Jintang helped Huailing to the bed, and then took out a cloth bag from under the quilt.

"Avoiding Pill, hehe... I asked Dr. Su to get it before..."

"you!"

Jintang also kissed Huailing's cheek.

Huailing even hugged Jintang impulsively.

"You...don't regret it..."

"I have been His Highness's for a long time, how could I regret it? It's just that Your Highness... you have to be gentle..."

After Jintang said this, Huailing couldn't hold it in any longer.

The bed curtain was pulled down and I had no sleep all night.

When it was bright again, Huailing gently opened his eyes.

She was in a trance for a while, unable to tell whether it was reality or a dream.

Jintang's voice seemed to be echoing in my ears.

Then Huailing sat up suddenly.

"Tang Bao'er!"

Jintang only moved slightly. His black hair was as black as ink, hanging loosely on his shoulders. He was sleeping on his stomach, and there were some bruises on one of his exposed arms.

There was also a bruise on the exposed instep.

You wouldn't hit him while unconscious, would you?

broken!

Huailing slapped his forehead and quickly picked up Jintang and hugged her in his arms.

Jintang groaned twice before opening his eyes. His voice was hoarse and his eyes were a little swollen.

"Your Highness... I'm so sleepy. Let me sleep a little longer..."

"No, no, no, don't go to sleep yet. I have no memory of last night. Did I hit you? Pinch you? Or make you kneel or something?"

Jintang was a little shy. He opened his mouth but didn't say what he wanted to say.

He buried his head in Huailing's arms and said dullly: "Your Highness didn't hit me... Why did Your Highness say that? Your Highness is very good... Your Highness is the best!"

"I didn't hit you? How did you get your feet and arms injured?"

"Knocking..."

Jintang said that in the middle of the night yesterday, he was afraid that His Highness would suffer from high body temperature and dehydration due to the medicine, so he poured water for Huailing, but he was too stupid and his feet suddenly hit the bed board.

It was so painful that I almost shed tears.

But it's much better now.

Huailing still didn't believe it.

Mainly himself tortured Jintang before he was alive.

For example, when I was going to bed, I asked him to kneel from the door to the bedside, and his knees were bruised.

Another example is to ask Jintang to kneel beside the bed, holding a bowl on his head. Put water in the bowl. He cannot spill it. If he spills it, he will have to kneel for a longer time.

She just watched from the side, and then she thought about the dog and the horse, feeling sorry for herself.

Thinking of this, Huailing quickly took off Jintang's clothes to find out.

Jintang was frightened and hurriedly shrank into the quilt and wrapped himself into a "hill".

Only the head is exposed.

"Your Highness...it's already daytime...you can only go to bed at night."

Huailing patted his little head gently.

"What are you thinking? If it weren't for that bastard Cui Ruoheng, I wouldn't touch you, but I definitely love you if I touch you."

When Jintang heard this, he rubbed his little face against the pillow.
To be continued...