The eyes brushed together, and the two of them held hands tightly.

Luzhu and the other maids were shocked.

This...... What's going on!

That's too scary, isn't it?

Is this still the seventh prince who is not close to women?

Lu Zhu and the other maids rubbed their eyes again after the two of them walked away.

Well, I'm really not wrong at all.

It really is.

"Sister Luzhu, do we still have to come forward to serve?"

Hongdou took a while before he found his voice, swallowed his saliva, and then looked at Luzhu again and asked cautiously.

"In front of the prince, you dare to come up?"

The green bamboo's eyebrows condensed, and the red beans he saw shrank for a while, and the little charming thoughts in his heart disappeared in an instant.

Over there, Mo Liushuang took Su Nuo's hand and returned to the room.

As soon as his feet stepped into the room, Su Nuo let go of Mo Liushuang's hand, went straight to the soft collapse, sat on it obediently, and waved at Mo Liushuang.

"Ink Frost, here and here."

At this time, Mo Liushuang was lowering her eyes, looking at her open hands for a moment, slender fingers, and distinct bones, but when she let go just now, it seemed that something was missing.

At the same time, Mo Liushuang squeezed his hand, and when he turned around, he saw Su Nuo sitting there obediently, waving his little hand towards him.

Mo Liushuang's heart softened for a while, and just as she was about to step forward, her eyes touched her forehead again, and then she walked up to Xiao Ji, holding a medicine bottle and a cotton swab.

Su Nuo's originally sweet smile looked at what Mo Liushuang was holding, and she became crying again.

She shrunk her little neck, her eyes bright, "I think the wound on my head is fine, and I don't need to get it." ”

Mo Liushuang sneered: "You're afraid of pain." ”

Undoubtedly.

Su Nuo's eyes widened and shook his head.

"You talk nonsense, I'm not afraid, I'm really fine."

Su Nuo hurriedly explained, and when he explained, he was afraid that Mo Liushuang would not believe it, so he patted his chest vigorously with his small fist.

"If you don't rub the medicine, you won't have anything to eat."

The ink and frost eyes are dark and low, as if they are drowning in the deep sea, making people look at it, as if they are about to be swept away.

After saying this, Mo Liushuang gently rested the medicine bottle in his hand on the small table.

Su Nuo didn't dare to touch Mo Liushuang's eyes, she quietly glanced at the dazzling food on the small table, closed her eyes, and her soft white face suddenly leaned towards Mo Liushuang.

"Wipe the horn...... I'm not afraid of pain. ”

When he said this, his long eyelashes were blinking wildly, and he was obviously scared.

Tsk, what a coward.

But this hard-mouthed appearance is so cute that it melts.

Mo Liushuang unscrewed the medicine bottle, dipped a little potion with a cotton swab, and gently touched her forehead, today he didn't use any force at all, completely using the internal force of his own practice.

Such a force can be described as light as a feather.

"Huh?"

Su Nuo kept her eyes closed, nervous in her heart, and waited for the pain to come, but she felt a coolness on her forehead, but there was no pain.

Su Nuo opened his eyes strangely, and there was a little bit of exploration in his eyes containing bright stars.

She saw that Ink Cream had tightened the cap of the bottle and threw the cotton swab aside in her hand.

"That's it!"

Su Nuo asked in surprise, Qing Lingling's apricot eyes were also full of disbelief.