An Yiran closed her eyes tightly, pretending to be asleep and snoring, but she didn't know that Jun Zhi was right next to her, staring at her.
She had to pretend to sleep after running, which made her a little short of breath, so she felt a tickling feeling in her throat.
Hold it, hold it! Her face was flushed at this time, like a balloon that was about to explode. What she got in exchange was coughing one after another.
It lasted almost half a minute.
So a strong big hand held her in his arms, "Why are you coughing at night again? Did you not cover yourself with a quilt?"
An Yiran imitated her angry look when she woke up, and said a few words casually: "I just caught a cold, stop talking, I'm going to sleep." She mumbled, trying to sound more real.
She originally thought of waiting a little longer and pushing He Min's hand away from her waist when he fell asleep, but she fell asleep while waiting.
"Did you sleep well, princess?" At this time, He Min was holding the book he had not finished reading yesterday and continued to read.
It's already three o'clock in the morning, can't you sleep well?
"Sleep well!"
"In order for the princess to sleep more peacefully in the future, she must continue to take the medicine." He pointed to the bowl of medicine in front of him. The liquid looked brown and black.
In the past, An Yiran had strong yang fire in his body and liked to eat cold food, so he suffered from night cough. After taking the medicine for a few days, there was some improvement. However, within a few days of recovery, I started to avoid the medicine in a fancy way.
"This is the medicinal material I asked someone to buy at a high price. Drink it quickly and don't waste it."
How high can the price be? Isn’t it enough to cry a few tears?
Jun Zhi knew what she was thinking and said to her: "It's not popular to exchange pearls here. I use gold."
An Yiran became anxious when he heard about gold. How could he lavishly give money to other clans? And for someone as cool as He Min, he must have used the gold at the bottom of the box.
After she went back, she was going to find out how much money He Fan had stolen from her.
So she could only endure the pain and taste the taste of money.
As soon as the tip of her tongue touched the liquid, An Yiran felt a numbness in her scalp.
It was so painful that my tongue was numb.
"Why is this so painful?" She stuck out her tongue and wanted to cry without tears.
"I specially added some Coptis chinensis. Only when it is bitter can the memory be long."
You have a big head! She wanted to throw the medicine away, but then she remembered the high price and put the bowl on the table.
She rolled her eyes and suddenly came up with some novel idea.
"Can you help me get some preserves and delicious pastries?" Her clear eyes reflected Jun Zhi's face, and she put her palms together on her chin.
"Please, please!" The distance between the two allowed Jun Zhi to clearly see his outline in her eyes.
In the end, he couldn't defeat An Yiran and was defeated.
"Okay, then I'll be right back."
Watching Jun Zhi leave, An Yiran smiled evilly.
You want to endure hardship, right? Long memory, right? Then I will also let you have a good memory!
An Yiran poured out the strong tea in Jun Zhi's tea cup, poured her own medicine in instead, and then filled her medicine bowl with tea from a hot teapot.
She even rinsed her own bowl several times. Only after the smell of the medicine was gone did she sit at the table with satisfaction and wait for Jun Zhi to come back.
"Hefan, you are back!"
He arranged the pastries neatly, and then asked An Yiran: "Your Highness, can you take medicine now?"
Of course, acting should be done realistically.
So she pretended not to want to drink and deliberately hid the medicine. In the end, Jun Zhi grabbed her by the collar and weighed her in front of the table, and she "helplessly" died heroically.
"Okay, okay, let's drink a toast?" She held the medicine bowl and touched Jun Zhi's teacup lightly, and a clear sound came from the ceramic middle.
"good."
An Yiran raised her head and took a swig of tea from the bowl. During this period, she glanced at Jun Zhi from the corner of her eye from time to time.
When she found that he had finally picked up the tea cup and put it to his mouth, she put down the bowl and looked at Jun Zhi with a smile on her face as if her trick had succeeded.
The next second he held her waist, the strength in his hands was like the imprisonment last night, his lips pressed against hers, he pried open her teeth and took the medicine into her mouth.
In order not to choke, she could only accept it and swallow it one bite after another. Jun Zhi quickly stuffed a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake into her mouth.
"It doesn't matter if Her Majesty Princess doesn't take the medicine well, why are you still thinking of teasing me?" He spoke as if he was the victim.
His low and gentle voice came, and her face was like a red apple dripping with blood. Normally she would have choked back, but now she didn't even know what to say.
Then he said, "You're so annoying." Then he walked away coolly.
Of course, she was the only one who felt that she was cool just now and felt at ease.
But in fact, in Jun Zhi's eyes, the delicious and juicy ripe red apples just walked over, making him want to pick and taste them.
After coming out, she fanned the cool breeze with her hands to dissipate the heat from her face.
Is this progress too fast? They just skipped holding hands, confessing and hugging and went straight to kissing?
She wants to be a gentleman! So An Yiran finished "cooling off" and educated Jun Zhi in a serious manner: "He Wei, I don't think our relationship has reached that level yet."
After she finished speaking, she looked at the man.
Jun Zhi looked at her aggrievedly, like a little daughter-in-law who was bullied, "Then what kind of relationship is ours?"
His voice almost made her lose her mind.
He curled his lips in grievance, his flawless face seductive.
Went to his! The hero is saddened by the beauty, he dies under the peonies, and he is also charming even if he is a ghost! If a stunning man does nothing in front of her, is she still a woman?
Not even a woman! She looked at Jun Zhi's pitiful appearance again, and felt like she had bullied him.
She kissed Jun Zhi's lips tentatively, only to stop at the first touch.
He also ate the pastries just now, and their breaths intertwined with each other, giving them a sweet and greasy feeling.
Jun Zhi was like a kitten, resting her head against An Yiran.
And her white hands were combing his hair from top to bottom, as if she were really smoothing the hair of a cat.
In the past, she wanted to raise a four-legged beast, but she couldn't even take care of it herself. It seemed that now someone could help share the task of taking care of the four-legged beast. From now on, she would be responsible for petting the four-legged beast and smoothing its fur.
And touching He Ling, An Yiran felt that he was just like a four-legged beast, cute and clingy. Maybe just raise him? And he doesn’t need to take care of him? Strange thoughts suddenly occurred to me.
