Suffering because of the murderous attack of the eldest aunt, Ah Bao has not experienced it for a long time!

Although I often hear that some of the sisters in the family are not well conditioned, they will be in pain and suffer when the small day comes, but Ah Bao has always been healthy, every time the small day comes, in addition to the backache and tiredness, love to sleep a little, it has never hurt so much, it is really a big aunt is not a disease, it hurts to die!

It may be that Ah Bao's pale face is too small and white, so Xiao Lingshu has been with her in the room since early in the morning, and her eyes have been away from her.

Po: T^T why Mao stared at her so directly? It's terrible, it will make her feel like she has done something heinous!!

Because of Xiao Lingshu's fierce god in the room, the maids didn't dare to come in, and the pitiful appearance also made Ah Bao feel that they were quite pitiful, so he waved them to wait outside and called them to come in again. Because of this, Hua's mother couldn't find a chance to nag Ah Bao for not caring for her body or something, and she escaped.

"Lord Wang, the ginger syrup is boiled." Yan Hui's calm voice sounded.

Ah Bao leaned on the beauty couch, leaning back against the soft big pillow, Xiao Lingshu sat next to her and read the files and private letters, and her attitude was naturally not afraid of what she should not read.

Yan Hui came in with ginger syrup, and did not bring it to the place where Ah Bao reached out, but directly put it on the small table next to Xiao Lingshu, ignoring Ah Bao's tangled eyes, and respectfully retreated.

The doctor prescribed a pair of painkillers, but the medicine was three points poisonous, and the doctor meant not to take too much medicine, and after Bao drank a bowl in the morning, he changed to drinking ginger syrup.

Of course, Po hates the taste of untreated ginger, and she doesn't reject other foods cooked with ginger as an ingredient.

Xiao Lingshu put down the blue scroll in his hand, reached out and touched the edge of the bowl, tested the temperature, and found that it was still a little hot.

His fingers are slender and delicate, with distinct joints, and they are a pair of artist's hands, but there are rough calluses in the belly of those hands, and there are small scars on the back of the hands, which look like they have accumulated over time. It's just that...... You are the respect of the prince, even if you fight with someone, you will not leave such a small scar.

When Po came back to his senses, he found himself holding his hand and looking over and over again, and when he reacted, he was completely stiff, maintaining the affectionate posture of holding the man's hand, and looked up mechanically, and met a pair of calm and deep black eyes. The owner of the big hand looked at her calmly, and she examined his hand over and over again, this silent connivance—what about the stomachache for Mao?

Ah Bao laughed and said stubbornly: "The hand of the prince...... It's beautiful, with distinct joints. "For her sake, don't worry about it.

Xiao Lingshu seemed to have been opened by Ah Bao's move, and then grabbed her white and soft hand, his complexion was only slightly darker than hers, it was a light white color, but it still looked like a nobleman's complexion. God blessed him with an excellent skin, and even his skin was as soft as a noble son.

He touched Ah Bao's mouth and found some small calluses here, and said, "You whip?" ”

“…… Practiced some while at the border. ”

"Good."

Very good? What's good, what's next?!!

The following is that he insisted on her one hand and intertwined her five fingers intimately, and with the other hand ruthlessly took the bowl of ginger syrup that Ah Bao was extremely disgusted with, put it to her lips, and signaled that she should drink it.

Bao: >__