The white skin is like clear glass, the knee-length silver hair is gorgeous and grand, the cold arrogance that can't be hidden between the eyebrows of the heavenly people is shocked, and the slightly thin lips are less bloody than ordinary people, and the pale is distressing.

The narrow beautiful eyes were closed, and the brows were slightly furrowed, revealing a little sadness and discomfort.

Qiao Yiqing was fascinated, and her heart was beating with some unknown emotion.

She couldn't help but reach out and stroke Xuan Mingche's face-

As soon as she touched his skin, Qiao Yiqing felt a piercing coldness.

"Oh my God—" she exclaimed, retracting her hand, "it's too cold." ”

No wonder he frowned tightly, looking uncomfortable, he was frozen like this, no wonder he wasn't uncomfortable.

Thinking about it, Qiao Yiqing hurriedly covered his face and provided him with temperature.

After covering it for a while to no avail, Qiao Yiqing couldn't help but be a little anxious.

"Cold-cold-" Xuan Mingche moved uncomfortably, and his mouth screamed a few times.

"You're frozen like this, it's no wonder if you're not cold, who called you stupid enough to stand without eating or drinking for four days and four nights, even if you are sick from the ground." Qiao Yiqing glared at him angrily and touched his clothes.

"Dizzy, your clothes are still wet, and no one has changed them for you." Qiao Yiqing really admires this group of maids and minions, the master is so sick that he doesn't change his clothes.

"No-no-no-"

Xuan Mingche closed his eyes and shook his head with difficulty.

"You're frozen like this, how can you do it if you don't change." Qiao Yiqing's eyebrows were raised, and she glared at him disapprovingly.

Then, she ordered loudly: "Come on, hurry up and change the prince's clothes!" ”

Qiao Yiqing waited for the maid to come in, but she didn't expect to wait for a long time, and she didn't even see a figure, so she shouted a few more loudly.

"Come on, come in and change the clothes for the prince!"

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Qiao Yiqing couldn't help frowning and glanced at the door.

Where did this group of maids die, the master is sick and is not around to take care of him, what kind of system!

Thinking about it, Qiao Yiqing stood up and walked out of the room-

"Someone, is there anyone?" Qiao Yiqing shouted a few times into the empty courtyard, but no one responded.

Qiao Yiqing shook her head speechlessly: "This group of minions is really a dick, at this time, they can't even see a figure." ”

Qiao Yiqing reluctantly walked back to the room, looked at Xuan Mingche on the bed, and couldn't help but worry.

There's no way he's wearing wet clothes like this!

But—and now there is no one to do—do you want her to change his clothes?

Qiao Yiqing thought of this and hurriedly cut off this thought.

Men and women can't kiss, how can she help him change clothes.

Let's wait and see.

Qiao Yiqing sat on the edge of the bed, staring at him intently, looking at his various tangled and uncomfortable expressions, and couldn't bear it.

"Cold—so cold—"

There were a few more low moans, which made Qiao Yiqing a little worried.

"Qingqing-Qingqing-I-I-I'm sorry-"

Qiao Yiqing heard him call his name in his sleep, and apologized vigorously, and his heart softened.

Although she didn't remember him, he was so sick that he couldn't die without help.

Qiao Yiqing persuaded herself with her heart, gritted her teeth, and simply compromised.

Forget it, let's take it as a good thing.

After struggling for a moment, Qiao Yiqing finally mustered up the courage and reached out to pull the placket of his clothes.

"Don't-Qingqing-yet-forgive-" Xuan Mingche grabbed Qiao Yiqing's hand and said in a low voice.

Qiao Yiqing was a little helpless about his stubborn nature, "Fool, if I really don't forgive you all the time, you probably won't die." ”

Qiao Yiqing forcefully broke the hand he was grabbing and forcibly unbuttoned his clothes.

Xuan Mingche was obviously resistant, although he was in a coma, his body was not honest at all.

Qiao Yiqing took off her shirt and was exhausted, really admiring the physical strength of the silver-haired monster.

"No wonder they don't help you undress, you're stubborn like a cow." Qiao Yiqing said as she pulled her clothes hard, and after pulling for a long time, she became angry.

"Damn, can you stop, are you sure you're in a coma?" Qiao Yiqing pressed Xuan Mingche's powerful arm, and in a fit of anger, she tore her clothes with a loud noise.

Qiao Yiqing looked at the rags and roared angrily: "Hmph, don't take it off, don't blame me for tearing it to pieces." ”

After speaking, Qiao Yiqing put her hands up and down, tore and pulled several times, and immediately tore Xuan Mingche's clothes into strips of cloth.

Looking at Xuan Mingche's shrouded in rags and the looming white flesh, Qiao Yiqing covered her mouth and snickered.

I guess he has never been so embarrassed in his life.

Qiao Yiqing held back a smile and reached out to peel off the strip of cloth, revealing his strong and white chest and abdominal muscles, which frightened her and immediately retracted her hand.

"It's okay to be handsome, and the figure is so good, it's really fatal." Saying that, Qiao Yiqing's face was a little hot, and she avoided her gaze in embarrassment, and reached out to pull Xuan Mingche's pants.

The pants were much easier, and they were taken off with a slight pull, Qiao Yiqing was overjoyed, and her eyes couldn't help but move to a certain part.

Qiao Yiqing immediately covered her nose, suppressed the smell of blood that came up, and her heart fluttered.

Mom, what a stunner, it's so tempting.

Qiao Yiqing quickly shifted her gaze and patted her feverish face, "Where are your clothes?" I'm going to help you find a set of clothes? ”

Xuan Mingche was so dazed that he didn't hear Qiao Yiqing's question at all, and his pale face wrinkled even deeper: "Cold-cold-"

Qiao Yiqing didn't hear clearly, leaned over and leaned closer to his mouth: "What do you say, be louder." ”

"I-I'm so cold-" After speaking, Xuan Mingche reached out and hugged Qiao Yiqing and hugged him tightly in his arms.

Qiao Yiqing was so shocked that she struggled, "Let go of me, let go of me!" Dare to eat my tofu, be careful that I castrate you. ”

Xuan Mingche didn't react, but the more the building got tighter, for fear that Qiao Yiqing would escape: "Cold-cold-"

He kept screaming cold, Qiao Yiqing finally heard it clearly, and felt his cold body, and couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted.

"Okay, you let me go first, I'll help you find a dress, and you won't be cold."

As she spoke, Qiao Yiqing broke his arm hard, but before she had time to get out, Xuan Mingche turned over and immediately brought her to the bed.

Qiao Yiqing rolled into the bed, imprisoned by Xuan Mingche, and struggled a few times to provoke deeper contact.

I saw that Xuan Mingche lowered her head against Qiao Yiqing's head, her legs wrapped around her thighs, and her powerful arms wrapped around Qiao Yiqing's body as if they had suction.

He muttered coldly in his mouth, and the cold breath instantly sprayed on Qiao Yiqing's face, making her angry.

"Xuan Mingche, you quickly let go of my !!" Qiao Yiqing roared angrily.

Xuan Mingche didn't react at all, and didn't care about her feelings, trying to stick to her skin, making her breathless.

"Xuan Mingche, I warn you, if you don't let go of me, I'll call it!" Qiao Yiqing was so angry that her face was red.

As if she hadn't heard, Xuan Mingche rubbed her body, causing her to gasp.

Qiao Yiqing clearly felt that a certain part was pressing against the base of her thigh.