Han Jae sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes wandering over Jiang Sleeve Zhu's face, only to see a drop of cold sweat suddenly rolling down her snow-white forehead, sinking into her jet-black sideburns.

Han Jae licked her lips, her gaze moved down, in addition to her cheeks, even her ears were covered with red tides, and her previously soft and moist lips were also a little dry.

It turned out that she didn't go to the Changjie Palace because she was sick, not because of the side.

Thinking of this, Han Jae's face softened.

Half-asleep and half-awake, Jiang Sleeve Zhu thought that Xingjun came in to see her, lifted the thin silk quilt on her body a little, and snorted as if she didn't have anything, "Xingjun, I'm sweating again, uncomfortable." ”

Han Zai's eyes went down her neck, falling on her slightly open neckline that was covered by no silk, and a drop of fine sweat appeared between the two rounds, which was vivid and fragrant, which made people reverie.

Han Jae stared at the drop of sweat, and his eyes were dark.

"Xing-kun, I'm thirsty." Jiang Sleeve Zhu didn't wait for Xingjun to open his mouth for a long time, and then called out in a low voice, and then turned his body to the outside of the bed.

As soon as she moved, the drops of fragrant sweat on her chest rolled into the neckline of her dress, and there were faint traces that could not be seen.

There was a flash of disappointment in Han Zai's eyes, and he turned his gaze away to see the copper basin and handkerchief placed on the low table.

Some cold handkerchiefs wiped Jiang Sleeve's face and neck...... She couldn't help but sigh in comfort.

She quietly enjoyed the considerate service of "Xingjun", and the tiredness hit again, and she was about to fall asleep, but the cold handkerchief on her waist turned into a hot palm.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu instantly lost his sleepiness and sat up directly.

Seeing that it was Han Zai, she was relieved at first, then pulled up the silk quilt, stared at her round eyes and asked in shame, "Why is the regent here?" ”

He was kind enough to help her wipe her body, and she had this attitude?

Han Zai threw the handkerchief to the copper basin on the side, splashing the water, and then raised his eyebrows and looked at Jiang Sleeve Zhu, "If this king is not here, I'm afraid you won't survive tonight." ”

Jiang Sleeve Zhu was almost blown away by his shameless words, and was about to speak, but his throat suddenly itched, and he coughed violently, and his already flushed face became more and more beautiful.

Han Zai looked at her like this, the coldness in his eyes dissipated a little, and he proudly stretched out his hand to help her pat her back.

The coughing and wheezing gradually stopped, Jiang Sleeve Zhu raised his head and glanced at Han Zai, pointed to the round table behind the screen with difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm tired of the regent helping me pour tea." ”

Han Zai withdrew the hand on her back, but sat on the edge of the bed as steady as Mount Tai, looking at her with Shi Ran, "You beg me." ”

Jiang Sleeve Zhu felt like a knife was scraping in his throat, and he was in hot pain, and he urgently needed a warm cup of tea to soothe him.

But the man in front of him didn't realize it at all, and took the opportunity to make trouble, she took a deep breath, looked at him and gritted her teeth and said, "I beg you, pour me a cup of tea!" ”

Han Zai was interested, so he got up and went to the table to bring a cup of tea and handed it over.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu gasped fiercely, snatched the teacup and drank it all.

The warm tea entered her throat, Jiang Sleeve Zhu felt a lot more comfortable, and also regained some strength, she looked at Han Zai, remembered his intention, and her eyes became firm and stubborn, "Don't worry, Regent, my Jiang Sleeve Bead is very hard, but a small wind chill, I can't die." ”

After a pause, he said, "I will do everything I promise you...... I hope you do too. ”

Han Zai heard her say this, and suddenly sneered when he looked at her.

Jiang Sleeve frowned, "What are you laughing at?" ”

Han Zai raised his hand and picked up Jiang Sleeve Zhu's chin, some rough thumbs rubbed on her slightly chapped lips, and his tone was cold and ruthless, "Jiang Sleeve Bead, you have always begged this king, and only by recognizing your identity can you get what you want from this king." ”

……

Han Jae's words swirled in Jiang Sleeve Zhu's ears, and her face became more and more pale.

yes, how is it that the Israelites are more in authority?

Han Jae can tear up the deal between the two at any time, but she can only rely on him.

She thought that she had to use all means to make Han Jae inseparable from her.

In the Changjie Palace, after Han Zai returned to the dormitory, he instructed Qin Zhe, "Go and find out what is going on in Qiuxin Palace." ”

When he came out of the clean room after bathing, Qin Zhen happened to come back from Qiuxin Palace.

Han Jae sat down at the table, took a sip of the tea on the table, "Say it." ”