Ruo Xuan bit her lower lip hard and didn't speak, she was clearly so emotional that she couldn't look like a man, where could she stop?

Especially when the two overlapped together, he could easily feel his strong desire, if he could stop at this time, he could only say that her name was really a saint, and there was no one who had ever been noble and sacred.

Ming Chu didn't want to be a saint, so he casually threw the thin nightgown on his body in an unknown corner, he leaned down, without the slightest scruples, and after the hot palm swam on her body for a while, he directly picked up her slender legs.

Ruoxuan was ready to accept him, but just as he rushed in with him, a familiar sour smell surged from her stomach again, and the urge came so fast that she didn't have time to deal with it at all.

When Mingchu excitedly grabbed her waist and roared hard to break in, she suddenly stiffened, pushed him hard, and vomited with a "wow" on the side of her head.

Although there was basically nothing to spit out this time, he was still retching.

The man who pressed on her had a dark face, his heart was about to die, and he only felt that there were dark clouds overhead, and the gloomy aura was so thick that he couldn't shake it no matter what.

I had already gone in and didn't want to stop at all, but the woman was still vomiting.

His big palm fell on her heart, originally thinking of giving her a smooth breath and making her feel better, but he didn't know how to make the place where the big palm fell was so soft, and he couldn't let go of it when it fell.

At this moment, Ruoxuan couldn't help but retched wildly.

In fact, the body was also emotional, but he really couldn't suppress the impulse, and in the end, the man on the body stiffened his body, with a black face, and slowly retreated from her slender body.

still put on a set of clothes for herself as she did just now, picked up a soft towel to clean the dirt on the soft couch for her, and then took the brocade quilt to wrap her up and carry her to the bench, and then went out to order Tianxin to change a bedding.

After such a toss, it was the middle of the night, and although everyone was very puzzled by his appearance in their princess's bedroom, since even the prince didn't say anything, they naturally had nothing to say.

In fact, Huang Fuye has been staying in the tent not far away, trying to fall asleep but tossing and turning on the soft couch and unable to sleep, listening to the movement over there, knowing that this is the second time that Ming Chu has asked people to change the bedding.

He clenched his palms, angry and unwilling in his heart.

Even if the two haven't seen each other for a long time, is it necessary to toss so fiercely that even the futon has to be changed twice? What exactly are the men doing? Can't you stay up until dawn and then let people change to a new one?

The thought of him running wildly on his own woman, even to the point of soiling the bedding, made him want to rush over and tear people off his woman and throw them out with a punch, what the hell was he doing in the middle of the night? Still don't let people sleep?

I really couldn't stand it, he lifted the quilt and put on a robe and walked out, just in time to see Tianxin coming back from there after busy work, seeing him, Tianxin was slightly stunned, and he didn't know where to put his face.

The princess and another man were tossing and turning inside, but their prince had been watching the movement in the camp not far away, and the relationship was too complicated for her to understand.

"The Prince." After a moment of embarrassment, she took two steps forward and leaned over to salute.

"What the hell is going on?" The calm on Huang Fuye's face could no longer be hung up, and his eyes looked through her towards the camp that should have belonged to him, and the chill in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

Tianxin was taken aback by his coldness, and said bluntly: "The princess, the princess, she ......"

"What's wrong with her?" It can't be that you were tossed by that damn man until you fainted, right?

He almost couldn't help but hold her shoulder, he just wanted to shake her and let her quickly say it clearly: "What about the princess?" Is something wrong? ”

Tianxin shook her head, nodded vigorously, caught a glimpse of the anxiety that flashed in his eyes, and when she felt that he was about to walk over, she hurriedly said: "The princess vomited, twice this night." ”

"Spit up?" Huangfu Ye, who had already taken a step, suddenly stopped, stared at her with lowered eyes, and looked surprised: "Spit out...... What do you mean? ”

Why did she throw up? Could it be that Ming Chu tossed her to the point of vomiting?

Even he was reluctant to toss like that, the man ...... The big palm is constantly clenching, and the cold air on the body is constantly overflowing.

"Not what you think!" Tianxin hurriedly explained, even if he didn't speak, she knew what he was angry about: "That's not the case, prince...... The princess was unwell and vomited. ”

With a "whoosh", where is the tall figure of Huangfu Ye in front of you? Like the wind, he had already stepped into the camp that should have belonged to him.

On the only soft couch in the camp, Ruoxuan was lying on it, Ming Chu was sitting on the edge of the soft couch and holding her wrist, seeing his fingertips on her wrist vein, Huangfu Ye's face sank, he strode over, and said angrily: "You still toss her like this!" ”

This man is damned!

Ming Chu glanced up at him, his face was strange, as if he was shocked and excited, but he also seemed to be a little confused, ignoring his anger, still concentrating on taking the pulse of Ruoxuan.

Although Huang Fuye was angry and was about to go crazy, he still didn't hinder him.

Since he is taking the pulse of his woman, no matter what the cause of this disease is, he must heal her body now.

He sat down on the edge of the soft couch, his big palm fell on Ruoxuan's forehead, brushed away the scattered green silk, and Wen Yan asked, "What's the matter?" What's uncomfortable? ”

Ruo Xuan moved her lips, but she didn't know how to reply, her eyes fell on Ming Chu, and she asked softly, "What's wrong with me?" ”

Why did he look so strange? Could it be that she has some kind of dark disease, or is it that she has some terminal illness?

Incurable disease! When I thought of these two words, my face suddenly crossed over, and the whole person was not good.

"Mingchu, am I seriously ill?" She asked uneasily, in this era of backward medical care, if a person has a serious illness, he will definitely have to wait for death.

No wonder I want to vomit all day long, I want to vomit when I smell the fishy smell of meat, and I want to vomit when I am with him just when I am about to act, what is wrong? Is it really serious?

The word stomach cancer suddenly flashed through her mind, and it exploded above her head like thunder, and immediately hit her with all her face, almost falling into despair.

Ming Chu ignored the anxiety of the two, and still carefully checked her pulse, and after a while, he took a deep breath, and then slowly spit it out, his eyes swept over Huangfu Ye, and finally fell on Ruoxuan's small face, and he said in a dumb voice:

"You're pregnant, it's been a month."