When you are in a good mood, you will naturally eat more, however, eating more is not necessarily a blessing, it depends on whether your stomach can digest and absorb it.

With Feng Qingling's current physical condition, she didn't dare to drink more porridge, she even ate several pieces of chicken, this is not clear that she has no experience in "being a man", is she looking for guilt?

After eating, she felt sick to her stomach, so she just thought that she had eaten too much to hold on, and it would be good to digest it after a while. She thought that in the middle of the night, her stomach became more and more uncomfortable, and her mouth began to feel sour and vomit. She remembered to drink a glass of water to suppress the sourness in her stomach, but her whole body was in pain, and she couldn't get up after several attempts. Feng Qingling thumped off the bed in annoyance, her movements were a little big, alarming Long Xiangyu, who lived in the room to her right.

It was also in Long Xiangyu's action of opening and closing the door, and then opening and closing the door, that she realized that she lived quite close to him.

When Long Xiangyu came in, she was leaning on the bed rail half-propped up, breathing a little, because there was no light, she couldn't see the expression on her face clearly, but Long Xiangyu could guess a few points from her action of beating the bed just now.

walked to the table, poured a glass of water and handed it to her: "I knew I would regret it, why did I make such a decision in the first place?!"

Feng Qingling couldn't see the expression on which he said this, he always felt a little cold, he didn't care about himself, he was angry, he wanted to see his expression, he habitually raised his hand, and wanted to use a spell to light an oil lamp, but he froze weakly in the next moment.

Long Xiangyu sighed, flicked his fingers, lit the oil lamp, and handed the water in his hand to her hand again: "Why are you doing this?"

Looking at his frowning brows, Feng Qingling only felt that her stomach was even more uncomfortable, pressed her stomach with her right hand, and stubbornly looked up at him, she gritted her teeth and asked in a low voice: "Do you regret it?" The tip of her nose was covered with a layer of fine sweat, and she endured it very hard.

Shaking her head helplessly, Long Xiangyu put the water on the bedside table, and put her right hand on her abdomen through the thin sheet.

Feng Qingling only felt that a warm current flowed from the dantian to the limbs, and the stomach slowly stopped being sour, and the stomach was no longer sour, until her pale face turned a healthy pink, he withdrew his hand and handed her the water cup again.

Feng Qingling looked at him with complicated eyes, and finally couldn't refuse his silent action, took it, and took a sip slowly, but was surprised to find that the tea that should have been cold turned out to be warm, just the right temperature.

Looking up at him, Long Xiangyu still had an indifferent expression, which made her a little incomprehensible, but she was moved by his little thoughtfulness and gentleness. However, a certain person who was comfortable in his stomach did not forget the question in his heart: "Have you regretted it?"

Long Xiangyu looked at her calmly: "I should ask you this sentence, right?

Feng Qingling's eyes widened, and she said arrogantly: "This princess has never regretted the decision she made!"

Long Xiangyu looked at her deeply and didn't speak for a long time. Helping her lie back, before Feng Qingling spoke again, he took a step, turned around, and prepared to leave.

"You ......" Feng Qingling only learned today that this was also a soft and hard master who didn't eat oil and salt, gritted his teeth angrily, but he didn't have the strength to get up and settle accounts with him, so he could only watch him open the door, and he had already stepped out of the door with one foot, and he was about to disappear from his sight.

"As long as the princess doesn't regret it, Benjun won't regret it!"

After saying this with his back to her, Long Xiangyu stepped out of the other foot, closed the door for her, and the white clothes rolled up and disappeared from her field of vision.