Shouldn't her focus be on me?

At this time, shouldn't she say: Cousin Emperor, where are you uncomfortable? Is it okay to rub it for you at night? Have you drunk the medicine? I'll feed you at sunset, I'm afraid of suffering, aren't you? If you're afraid of bitterness, I'll give you sugar pills to eat.

She didn't!

Her focus is on this bed.

The little madman owes clean up!

But—

If she knew that I had repaired this bed myself, would she think I was amazing?

"Niangniang, the emperor didn't drink a sip of the boiled medicine, it was hot several times, the slave really didn't move, this medicine is still hot, the emperor is not awake now, the slave still has an errand to do, here will be handed over to Niangniang."

[Niangniang, please pay attention to the key point in the minion's words, long live the meaning of the master who is not awake, now you can do whatever you want. 】

Zhang Deming pulled Su Xi's attention back, and then left with light steps very consciously, and closed the door when he went out, and did not forget to add: "Niangniang, the emperor is now in a severe coma, and he is unconscious." ”

Hooray, the minions can only help you get here.

In the inner hall, only Su Xi and the king who were lying quietly on the bed remained.

The air fell silent for a moment.

"Damn, deliberately put the dragon bed in my dormitory to harm me."

She gestured at him with a fist swing.

Ling Juncheng: "......"

You slept comfortably in my dragon bed.

Su Xi glanced at him, and saw that his usually cold handsome face was slightly red, she pursed her lips and slowly stretched out her hand.

The palm lightly covered his forehead, but it was suddenly retracted in a second.

"Damn, it's so hot! Let's burn it up! I'm really sick! ”

She got up and walked a few steps away to the table to take her medicine.

The man narrowed his slender and good-looking phoenix eyes into a small slit.

Can't you be a little madman of Sven?

The delicate touch of softness reflected in his eyes, and he hooked his lips and chuckled.

As she turned around with the medicine, he closed his eyes in a panic, maintaining the initial weakness look.

"Open your mouth!"

Scooping a spoonful of medicine to his thin lips, she grimaced her delicate face.

The man didn't react, and his palm, hidden under the quilt, tightened.

Didn't Zhang Deming tell you that I can't wake up now? Being asleep means that I can't hear what you say, and I don't know what you're doing.

Su Xi saw that he didn't react, and his handsome face was much redder than just now.

She reached out with a free hand and touched his forehead again.

"It seems to be hotter, will it suddenly die! Please, don't die. ”

The man smiled proudly in his heart.

She was starting to worry about me.

Su Xi put the medicine bowl on the low stool beside him, held his forehead and let out a long breath of turbidity.

"I can't open my mouth, I can't feed the medicine, and I can't watch him die......"

The man pursed his lips imperceptibly.

Actually, you can give it to me, I don't mind eating your saliva, anyway, I'm not awake now and I don't know what you've done......

As soon as Ling Juncheng's thoughts fell, he felt his head lifted up by a pair of weak and boneless hands, as if she had taken a cushion to support his head a little higher.

She can't really give it to me, does she? What should I do if I am so nervous?

And just as he was about to start nervous, he was caught off guard, and his thin lips were rudely broken by those small hands, and then all the hot medicine was poured into his mouth.

Rolling the Adam's apple swallowed most of the potion into the bowl, and the rest of the small bowl invaded the collar of his clothes.