Xia Qianchen bit her lower lip, but when he was injured, he took her into his arms and pressed the wound?
"Does it hurt?" Xia Qianchen asked, "Let me go."
Young Emperor Nangong didn't want to let go.
"Stay with me."
"Okay, don't worry, I will accompany you."
"Don't go anywhere." He ordered in a deep voice.
"Well, I'm not going anywhere."
Next, Xia Qianchen's responsibility was to stay by Nangong Young Emperor's side for a moment. He regarded her as Xia Qianchen and would not let her go at all.
Xia Qianchen sighed in her heart, knowing that he was in the period of illness, so she had no choice but to stay with him.
The house was in ruins and needed to be cleaned up temporarily, so Emperor Nangong was moved to her room.
"You sit here and wait for me. I haven't washed up yet."
As soon as Xia Qianchen walked into the bathroom, Young Emperor Nangong followed him.
"You are injured, why are you moving?"
"It's not my leg that's hurt," he said, "I didn't wash up either."
Xia Qianchen was startled for a moment: "Then don't touch the water, I'll help you."
Xia Qianchen squeezed the toothpaste for him personally and filled it with water, remembering that he had once brushed her teeth...
That sweet feeling came back, making her heart warm but also sour at the same time.
This kind of warmth feels like it has lasted a century.
"You are too tall. Sit down and I will help you wash your face."
Xia Qianchen wet a towel and wiped his face and neck, just like taking care of a child.
He was hungry, but he insisted on the breakfast she made, and it had to be Irish style.
Xia Qianchen had no choice but to put on an apron and walk in one of the large kitchens in the castle. Young Emperor Nangong sat aside and watched her busy.
The taste is of course "Xia Qianchen's taste".
Young Emperor Nangong's eyes flashed strangely, and he asked her to paint his portrait again.
Hearing this request, Xia Qianchen was puzzled for a moment and looked at Young Emperor Nangong up and down...
I always feel that his illness this time is very different from last time.
That time he seemed to have lost his mind and turned into a ferocious and unreasonable beast. He only knew how to demand endlessly from her. But this time, he was not crazy anymore...
Is it different every time the disease occurs?
Although Xia Qianchen was surprised, she didn't think much about it.
Young Emperor Nangong was lying on the sofa, with a resolute and handsome face. There was only one warm light on in the room, creating an extremely ambiguous mood.
He seemed to ask casually: "Have you only painted a portrait for me?"
"more than."
I painted it for Leng Tianchen... even when I was No. 0328, I also painted it for Jiang Youdi.
Xia Qianchen was adjusting the color palette, and when she turned around, she saw that Nangong Young Emperor had taken off all his clothes, leaving only a pair of underwear.
"you--!"
"how?"
"Why are you taking off your clothes?"
"Only for me?"
Xia Qianchen could only nod honestly: "This is the first time."
Young Emperor Nangong curled his lips with satisfaction and wanted to take off his underwear.
Xia Qianchen's face stiffened slightly: "Take it off and try it!"
"how?"
"I won't draw anymore."
"Qianchen, when did you become so shy?" He looked at her lowly, his eyes burning with inquiry, "Aren't you familiar with my body?"
familiar!
However, she has now adapted to the fact that she is No. 0328, and acknowledges this identity in her heart.