She wanted to hug him.

As a result, before they could touch it, the person in the bed had already jumped out of bed.

It's like encountering some kind of plague, and you will hide far away.

Even because he dodged too fast, with a tear, the fabric that Nan Ji was holding his sleeve was torn off.

Hanji stood under the bed, his hands clenched into fists, this was probably the most respectful he had ever been to Nanji since he became Nanji's secret guard.

Far away, he lowered his head and spoke indifferently

"Princess, the illness of her subordinates is fine, there is no need for the princess to continue to worry about it."

Nan Ji sat on the bed, looking at him with dark eyes.

It didn't look good.

However, I don't know what she thought, and soon, her red lips hooked.

Leaning against the head of the bed, supporting his chin with one hand, nonchalantly

"Does the Hanji guard have someone you like?"

Nan Ji is now in her own body, and she can't be weak.

The brutal and brutal methods of the past are no longer used at all.

I don't know if it's because of her physical strength, Nanji's head seems to be inspired and she began to plan to take it step by step.

However······ Nanji's gradual understanding does not seem to have the same meaning as what others understand.

Hanji was stunned for a moment, then spoke in a low voice

"Hanji is subordinate to the Dark Guard, and he is ruthless and loveless."

Nan Ji looked clear, she tilted her head, and her smile deepened

"Oh."

As a result, she was about to continue saying something when Kanji suddenly took the initiative to speak

"Your Royal Highness, it's late at night, it's time for you to rest. The subordinates retired. ”

After saying that, he didn't wait for Nan Ji to speak, and disappeared immediately.

In that case, it's like running away.

I have to say that after six days of Nan Ji's personal care, Hansi Secret Guard seems to have completely forgotten what Nan Ji hurt him before, and he ran faster than anyone else.

Nan Ji snorted softly, didn't speak, fell on the bed and turned over, hugged the quilt and fell asleep.

At noon the next day, Nan Ji had lunch.

She wore a crimson cloud brocade robe, wore a step swing on her head, and leaned on the chaise longue under the eaves, with a touch of laziness in her bones.

Her eyelids moved, and her long black eyelashes quivered.

Then, she spoke

"Hanji."

As soon as her words fell, Hanji suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

He bowed his head, his voice like ice

"Your Highness the Princess."

Nan Ji stretched out her hand and pointed to the lychee next to her,

"Peel the lychee."

She said it rather lightly, as if a secret guard who had come out of the crowd was inherently good at it.

Hanji stood there unmoved.

As a result, he hesitated slightly, and then listened to Nan Ji's eyes half-knocked, and he spoke in a low voice

"When Hongu fed you medicine a few days ago, you were very obedient ······."

As soon as the words fell, Hanji had already walked in front of Nanji, stretched out his hand, pinched the lychees placed in the ice tray, and peeled them in three or two clicks.

He was just about to put the peeled lychee on the plate next to him, when he heard Nan Ji lightly open his lips and open his mouth, waiting for him to feed him.

Hanji's eyelids moved, hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out and fed her mouth.

When he fed him, Nan Ji could be regarded as energetic, and on the whole table of food, her slender fingers began to point everywhere.

"That, osmanthus cake."

Hanji sat in the corner of the chaise longue, his body was straight, and his black clothes were getting stronger and stronger after all.

Just listen to the somewhat delicate and somewhat scattered voice, gently reaching his ears.