The space inside is quite spacious, with a soft couch for half-lying on, and inlaid seats by the window.
Xiao Lingyue saw Zhan Beihan half leaning on the bed, his clothes had been changed, and his black silk-like hair was loosely hanging down, making his handsome face look slightly pale.
The sword eyebrows fly diagonally into the temples, and the bridge of the nose is straight.
The lines are as perfect and delicate as carvings, losing a bit of coldness and revealing a bit of proud beauty.
Xiao Lingyue couldn't help but take a few more glances.
It's rare to see him look like a sick beauty, what a unique charm!
Xiao Lingyue sat aside openly, holding her chin, watching him drink the medicine with great interest.
Zhan Beihan had obviously just woken up. He was leaning on the soft cushion, frowning and drinking a bowl of dark soup.
When he put down the medicine bowl, he unconsciously licked the remaining medicine juice from his lips.
Xiao Lingyue's eyes were attracted by his movements, and she immediately saw the obvious bite wound on his thin, pale lips.
"..."
Xiao Lingyue looked away slightly uncomfortably, then quickly looked back calmly.
She's not the only one biting!
Why does she feel guilty?
Xiao Lingyue said: "Why did you ask me to come here? Is the fever gone?"
"No." Zhan Beihan leaned casually on the cushions and looked at her with dark eyes.
Xiao Lingyue looked at him and looked very awake, not in a state of confusion due to fever. She smiled half-heartedly and said, "Your Highness, King Yi, do you still remember what you did?"
"You mean you knocked this king unconscious?" Zhan Beihan said.
"Then think about it again, why should I knock you out?" Xiao Lingyue asked.
Aren't you trying to take advantage of your illness?
What's going on?
Are you sober and don't admit it?
Zhan Beihan snorted softly: "You have been so courageous for a day or two. I haven't settled the accounts with you yet. With your tone of raising an army to accuse me, do you want to rebel against me?"
It may be because of the injury and the high fever that has not gone away.
He didn't speak harshly.
The voice was low and hoarse, and sounded lazy, not like a tone of guilt.
Xiao Lingyue said with a smile: "You are good at knocking people down, but what kind of debt do you want to settle with me? Do you want to settle the debt with the dignified King Yi for being a shameless hooligan?"
Zhan Beihan was quiet for a moment, then narrowed his eyes slightly: "What did you say?"
"Isn't it?" Xiao Lingyue looked at him.
"That was an accident." Zhan Beihan said calmly, "I am just confused because of the fever."
Xiao Lingyue didn't have time to speak.
He raised the corners of his mouth coolly, playing with the taste: "Don't you enjoy it too?"
"..."
Xiao Lingyue's teasing smile faded and her expression became cold: "What do you mean?"
Although she knew that he might be suffering from fever, she didn't know why he kissed her forcefully.
But it's one thing that she doesn't care.
Zhan Beihan's attitude is another story.
What does his dismissive and playful tone mean?
Zhan Beihan's eyes were cold and he curled his lips and said lightly: "Have you not been married before? You are not a yellow flower girl. I won't let you depend on me if I touch you, right?"
Xiao Lingyue's eyes instantly flashed with anger, and she stared at him: "You say that again?"
"This king..."
"Zhan Beihan." Xiao Lingyue interrupted him and said word by word, "Don't make me beat you!" Popular 『』