Unable to bear the runny nose and tears of Eunuch Luo, Yan Xiaoyu took the medicine and walked into Jingxiao Palace. There were fewer maids serving in Jingxiao Palace than in other palaces, but several of his confidants were guarding the outer hall. At this time, he was decisive
Don't dare to approach him.
Yan Xiaoyu thought of Cao Cao, the historical figure who killed the waiter who was covering him up in his sleep. Her hand holding the medicine bowl was trembling a little. She didn't know how to die at the hands of Xiao Ninglan.
Looking at the thin, pale and handsome man on the dragon bed, Yan Xiaoyu tried to shout, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I have no ill intentions. You must not use force!"
Xiao Ninglan didn't respond. She was still murmuring in a deep sleep. She took a few steps forward and carefully sat next to the dragon couch. She sighed in her heart, Xiao Ninglan, you are so defensive even when you fall asleep. Aren't you tired?
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She reached out and touched his handsome features, from eyebrows to eyes to thin lips, every arc, carefully. Suddenly, her fingers were almost broken by an arrogant force. She screamed and looked at the man who opened his eyes solemnly.
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Xiao Ninglan looked at her intently with a pair of phoenix eyes. His hand was still folded on her slender fingers. He looked at her holding a medicine bowl in one hand and her face turned pale. He let go of his hand and looked away from her handsome face.
Look at her.
Yan Xiaoyu took a breath of cold air in pain, and moved the medicine bowl closer to him angrily, "It's time to drink the medicine. Eunuch Luo said that you have been in a coma for two days."
Xiao Ninglan ignored her, but kept her face straight, as if she didn't hear her, and remained motionless.
Yan Xiaoyu angrily put the medicine bowl on the low table next to her with a "dong" sound. She stood up and asked, "Would you like to drink it?"
She turned around and was about to walk out, but her clothes were held by a thin and strong hand. She turned around and saw Xiao Ninglan looking at her complicatedly. In recent days, he had become very thin. There were faint blue circles under his eyes, and the bones of his jaw.
It was even more clearly visible that he was looking at her with a cold expression, his thin lips pursed into a beautiful straight line, and he said nothing.
Yan Xiaoyu felt soft for a moment, turned around with a sigh, took the medicine bowl, looked at his hand that was still tightly grasping her clothes, and said in a bad voice, "Let go!"
Xiao Ninglan's eyes lowered slightly, and the hand holding her clothes showed no intention of letting go.
Yan Xiaoyu found it funny, "If you don't let go, how can I sit down and give you medicine?"
Xiao Ninglan hesitated for a moment, and finally let go of her hand. Yan Xiaoyu sat down next to him. She took a spoon and scooped out a spoonful of hot concoction, and said to the corner of his lips, "Open your mouth!"
Xiao Ninglan propped up her weak body, sat up, and opened her mouth obediently. Yan Xiaoyu put a spoonful of the concoction into his lips. Xiao Ninglan frowned, and then swallowed the concoction painfully.
Yan Xiaoyu took another spoonful of medicine and fed it to Xiao Ninglan, but Xiao Ninglan closed her eyes and looked away impatiently.
Yan Xiaoyu got angry, threw the sterling silver spoon back into the medicine bowl, and said coldly, "If you don't want to drink it, don't drink it. You deserve to die from illness!"
Xiao Ninglan turned his head, his brows furrowed like a mountain. He trembled with anger and said, "It's very hot!"
Yan Xiaoyu was stunned, looking at his slightly childish expression, and took a bite from the bowl. It was indeed bitter and hot.
She frowned in discomfort, but Xiao Ninglan looked at her in a daze. She raised her sleeves to wipe her mouth, glared at Xiao Ninglan and said angrily, "What are you looking at? What is there to see?"
Xiao Ninglan waved her hand and knocked over the medicine bowl in her hand. Before Yan Xiaoyu could react, she was already pressed under Xiao Ninglan, and his hot breath sprayed rapidly on her neck.
She kept struggling, "Let go, let go, if you don't let me go, I'll call someone..."
Xiao Ninglan chuckled. The high fever for several days made him extremely weak. He lay on her body, smelling the quiet fragrance of her body, and said lightly, "Stay with me in bed until I recover."
"I don't want it!" Yan Xiaoyu refused, her body kept struggling, her hands were clamped by him, and she writhed like an erect carp, but this movement brought her body closer to him, and during the friction, she felt
His body is getting hotter and hotter.
"When I recover, I will send you to find Yun Ziyou!" His deep voice rang in her ears. These words made her stop struggling and look into his eyes with some distrust.
Xiao Ninglan smiled bitterly, bent her head, and kissed her diamond-shaped lips. She had no time to resist, and her entire lips had fallen into his warm lips. It wasn't until his long tongue pried her lips apart that she gasped and struggled feebly.
Her struggle in his hands was obviously a drop in the bucket, probably due to the high fever. Everywhere his lips and fingers touched were as hot as flames, and Yan Xiaoyu's tender body was shivering under him.
Lan looked at him with blurry eyes, and her fingers traced her delicate crimson face. The slightly hot body temperature lit up a cluster of fire in the deep pool.
"No..." Yan Xiaoyu sobbed softly, with her mouth slightly open, looking at the gentle man in front of her. There was a trace of painful doting on her handsome face, her dark eyes were deep and unreadable, and there were a few locks of black hair.
The silk fabric hangs naturally in front of the forehead, and the half-open bright yellow nightgown reveals the thin but smooth male muscles...
"Xiao Ninglan, don't make me hate you..." She sobbed under him, as if anticipating what was going to happen next, and shook him with her pitiful hands.
Xiao Ninglan's heartbeat skipped half a beat due to her sudden move, and she forgot to react for a moment. With her confused mind, she stared at her, with fire in her eyes, burning and melting the last line of defense in her heart, as if she was suffocating.
hot.
"Let me go..." she called again, her hands already beginning to push him away, her rippling eyes like a pool of spring water. Looking at each other, the little ripples of emotion intoxicated everything in him.
"Xiaoyu..." He softly cried out in pain, and opened his mouth to take in her soft, sweet lips.
The kiss deepened layer by layer, and accompanied by his rapid breathing was the sound of clothes rubbing against the floor.
By the time he had to leave her red lips due to lack of oxygen, he had already taken off each other's clothes and glued them together on the bed.