"You can sleep first, and if you wait like this, your body will not be able to bear it. Lady Youli handed the medicine to the prime minister's pale lips and served him to drink it.

When the prime minister saw the dark potion that exuded a bitter taste, he couldn't help frowning, and he resisted from the bottom of his heart.

But he eventually swallowed the medicine in disgust.

Good medicine is good for the disease, he is no longer a child, he has no right to be willful, the sooner he is cured, he can continue to assume the responsibility of being the prime minister, and the people around him don't have to be so tired.

Mrs. Youli sat on the edge of the bed, watched the prime minister drink the medicine, and then took the empty medicine bowl and put it aside.

After a complete set of careful and smooth thoughtful service, anyone can see that she wants to strive to be a good wife who is docile and virtuous.

"Am I still not good enough, why are you getting thinner and thinner?" Mrs. Youli stretched out her snow-white slender hand and stroked the prime minister's thin cheeks, the skin under her hands was delicate to the touch, with the unique warmth of the room, giving people a very reassuring feeling.

Lady Youli watched him lose weight day by day, tormented by illness like this, and couldn't help shedding two lines of distressed tears, and sobbed quietly with self-blame and anxiety.

When the prime minister saw her crying, he felt a pain in his heart, and in turn comforted her with an optimistic smile, "I'm really fine, and I feel that my body is getting better day by day, you see, I'm not doing well?"

Mrs. Yuri was still crying, tears sliding down her cheeks.

The prime minister pulled down her hand that had stayed on his face and put it on his chest, "Yuri, do you know? Every day I live here, the saddest and most fearful thing is to drink medicine, but the happiest thing for me is to see you." As long as I can see you, it doesn't seem so painful to drink medicine, don't you think it's amazing?"

With a handsome face, affectionate eyes, and a gentle confession, no woman in the world can refuse this kind of confession. What's more, he is still his own husband.

Lady Yuri fell, fell into the gentle offensive of the prime minister.

Her tears stopped sliding, and her hand rested on the prime minister's heart, the skin on his chest was extremely hot, and his heart was beating violently.

This heart is beating for her.

Mrs. Youli's hand seemed to be burned by the skin on the prime minister's chest, and her fingers trembled, and she finally withdrew from the prime minister's hand.

At the same time, another handsome face appeared in her mind, handsome with a bit of bitter coldness.

The prime minister looked at her quietly, and saw that her eyes had changed, there were worries, struggles, and unbearable, and a touch of disappointment and heartache flashed quickly in his eyes, but he covered up the past well, and Mrs. Youli, who was immersed in her thoughts, did not notice it.

The two of them looked at each other without saying a word, and the atmosphere was a little solidified.

Madame Youli approached the prime minister, then opened her arms, wrapped the prime minister in her warm embrace, and made a soft but solemn vow in his ear, "Believe me, I will do everything I can to make you better." ”

The prime minister didn't say anything, nodded, and also stretched out his hand to hug her back, the two of them didn't speak, silently hugged each other, the picture was not warm, but there was a touch of sadness in this warmth.

After some warmth, Mrs. Youli caught a glimpse of the moonlight outside the window, the moonlight seemed to be exceptionally bright tonight, and she asked the prime minister with a smile, "Are you sleepy?"

The prime minister shook his head, "I'm not sleepy, I've slept enough during the day." ”

"Then I'll take you out for a walk. ”