Chapter 108 Well, I protect my food (first update)

Wanyan Lie fed her water bite by bit until Zhao Xueying blushed and her heart beat, and she raised her hand slightly and pushed him.

Wanyan Lie straightened up and looked down at her from a high place.

Zhao Xueying really wanted to know how he could not blush his face and not beating his heart when feeding her water like this.

Wanyan Lie said softly: "Don't drink anymore?"

"Um."

She felt much better now and could make a little noise. She really felt like she was dumb just now.

Wanyan Lie put down the bowl, stood still, bent down, supported his hands on both sides of her body, and looked down at her from a high place.

When I was feeding water just now, I was afraid of touching her, so he also had this posture.

His tiger eyes were deep and his face was serious.

His changes are really big.

Wanyan Lie lowered his head and pecked her pale lips gently, like a chicken pecking at rice.

Then, her lips gently pressed against her lips and turned.

...

After a while, Zhao Xueying placed his hand on Wanyan Lie's solid chest.

Wanyan Lie stopped kissing, but he still supported his arms and looked down at her from a high place.

Her little face was still pale, and she had a little bloody color because of the kiss.

"Are you tired if you support me like this?"

She is always so gentle and graceful, tender and understanding.

“Not tired.”

Wanyan Lie looked at her for a moment, as if he was looking at the most precious treasure in the world.

"Xue'er?"

"Um."

"Xue'er?"

"Um."

"Xue'er?"

When Wanyan Lie shouted for the third time, Zhao Xueying couldn't help laughing, because the movement was a bit big, and it pulled the wound, which was extremely painful.

She frowned slightly and groaned.

Wanyan Lie hurriedly stood up and looked at her, feeling both distressed and at a loss. He was about to call the imperial doctor, but was grabbed by a simple white little hand.

He turned to look.

Zhao Xueying has delicate facial features and a beautiful face that makes her sick and weak, making her even more pity.

Only her gentle and beautiful voice sounded.

"I'm fine, I want to stay with you, just two people."

Isn’t this Wanyan Lie’s voice?

He was an eight-foot man, a burly and strong man. Because of this sentence, his eyes turned red again and he was about to shed tears.

Zhao Xueying was stunned, and looked at the man who was tortured to the point of almost fading his human form with great distress.

Wanyan Lie sat back to the bed, held her hand, and slowly kneaded it little by little.

Her hands are so small and soft.

Wanyan Lie's face was full of distress.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

Zhao Xueying said softly: "It doesn't hurt."

Liar, when she was in a coma, she obviously kept pulling him and shouting pain.

What Zhao Xueying said when she was in a coma was still in his ears, and he would never forget it in his life.

"Lie, I feel so painful, it really hurts..."

"Lie, it's dark and cold around me, I'm so scared..."

"Father, Mother, Xueer misses you very much..."

"Lie, you are not dead, right... I won't leave me alone, right?"

"Lie, I knew you were not dead, I wouldn't... Leave me alone..."

...

She said a lot of nonsense, and every word made his heart suffocated.

He kept calling her in her ear and talking to her.

"Xue'er, Xue'er, I'm here... Don't be afraid, I will protect you..."

"Xue'er, I'm not dead. It's me who lied to you. It's me that's not good. You wake up and beat me and scold me. As long as you wake up, I'm willing to do anything..."

"Xue'er, the person who picked up your father and mother will arrive soon, they will arrive soon, are you going to wake up soon?"

"As long as you wake up, I will follow you in everything and listen to you in everything. I beg you, wake up quickly, huh?"

...

When Zhao Xueying was talking nonsense, Wanyan Lie spoke with her; when Zhao Xueying was lying in a coma, Wanyan Lie was also talking to her.

His throat was smoked, and he was still talking wildly.

The imperial doctor said that if Zhao Xueying couldn't wake up for three days, she would have to do her best and leave her fate.

Wanyan Lie was so angry that his teeth were itchy when he heard this. What does it mean to do his best? Leave it to fate. He raised his long legs and kicked the spoken imperial doctor far away.

Wanyan Lie really wanted to kill them in anger, but who would treat Zhao Xueying if he killed them? He could only suppress his anger and endure it back.

He didn't close his eyes for three consecutive days, just looking at her, looking at her pain but being powerless.

In the past, Wanyan Lie believed that things were done by man. As long as he worked hard, there was nothing he could not do. Now he realized that in the face of birth, old age, sickness and death, no matter how powerful a person was, he could not reverse it and could do nothing.

That feeling of powerlessness almost destroyed him.

He lived a life worse than death these three days, and was frightened.

When Zhao Xueying was talking nonsense, he called her and talked to her; when Zhao Xueying fell asleep, he went to explore her breath in a short while, fearing that she would leave him and leave him.

Fortunately, everything has come through and we have survived.

Zhao Xueying looked at him with a bright look and a dazed look. She pulled his hand and wanted to laugh, but it was even worse than crying.

"You called me over and over again. Did you call me a lot when I was in a coma, but I didn't agree?"

That time he led his army to fight and met again after a long separation. He also called her like this.

Wanyan Lie raised his hand and stroked her pale little face, said with a "hmm" sound, and said affectionately: "When your injury is cured, I will call you well, and you must agree to me harshly."

Zhao Xueying's lips raised.

"Um."

At this moment, Lingyin said outside the door: "Khan, the porridge prepared for the princess is ready."

Zhao Xueying took his hand away, but it was bad for someone to see it.

Wanyan Lie said lightly: "Come in."

Sure enough, he only spoke to one person with warmth and tenderness, and only Zhao Xueying.

Lingyin walked in with the porridge, her eyes swollen like two big grapes.

She deliberately lowered her head and did not let her see it, but she was still seen by Zhao Xueying, who was as careful as her hair.

Zhao Xueying shouted softly: "Ringyin."

Lingyin had to look up at her, and tears began to fall again.

Zhao Xueying smiled.

"I'm fine, don't worry about you and Duoduo."

Lingyin blushed, pursed her lips, held back her crying, and said "Yeah" in a crying voice.

Wanyan Lie brought the bowl over and said lightly: "Go down."

Lingyin wanted to stay for a while, but Wanyan Lie said so. Do she dare not retreat?

Zhao Xueying found it funny.

"Lingyin is my maid, are you still jealous?"
To be continued...