The car stopped, Mu Tingzhou wrapped Mingwei from head to toe with a blanket, and carried her directly into the hotel. There were scattered people in the lobby, and when they recognized Mu Tingzhou, they excitedly took out their phones, but unfortunately Mu Tingzhou walked too fast and disappeared around the corner in the blink of an eye. Someone boldly chased after him, but he got into the elevator again.
Mingwei couldn't see outside, nor did she think about those things. He was the only one in her heart.
"Princess, please take a bath first. I will be waiting outside the door. You can call me anytime if you need anything." Let Mingwei stand. In order not to delay her from taking a bath as soon as possible, Mu Tingzhou turned and walked out. When he went out, he held the door with his backhand but did not close it tightly.
Without the man's body temperature, Ming Wei felt even colder. Shivering, she took out her pajamas and replacement sanitary products and immediately went to the bathroom to take a shower. The warm water dispelled the cold, but it did not have much effect on her abdominal pain. Ming Wei felt uncomfortable standing there, so she simply washed and changed into pajamas. When she came out, she happened to hear Mu Tingzhou and Xiao Zhao talking outside the door.
"Dinner is in your room. Do you need my help with anything else?"
"Need not."
"Then I'll go back to my room."
After Xiao Zhao finished speaking, the sounds of doors opening and closing were heard from next door, and Mu Tingzhou should still be guarding outside her door.
Mingwei lowered her head and checked her clothes. This shoot was expected to last for three months, and Mingwei prepared two sets of autumn pajamas in advance. It was too cold, so she just took the autumn style, pure cotton long sleeves and long pants, which was quite conservative. Wrapping her hair with a towel, Mingwei walked to the door and called him through the door: "Come in." It was not appropriate to stand outside and be seen by others.
Mu Tingzhou just wanted to take care of her now, so he walked over after hearing that. He pushed open the door and saw her standing opposite with her head slightly lowered. She was wearing a white pajamas with a cute cat printed on it, and light grey pajamas underneath. Her white and lovely toes were exposed in her slippers...
"The ground is cold, please go to bed and rest, Princess." Mu Tingzhou turned around and closed the door, saying in a low voice.
Mingwei nodded, took the hair dryer and went to the bed, sitting cross-legged with the quilt covering her legs.
"Have some ginger soup first." Mu Tingzhou stood in front of the desk, pouring soup from a new thermos into a bowl.
It was simply a five-star service. Ming Wei touched the quilt, forced herself to put aside her ambiguous fantasies, and thanked him as generously as possible: "Thank you, Master."
Mu Tingzhou said nothing and handed her the seven-tenths full bowl: "Maybe it's a little hot."
Mingwei nodded, took the bowl with both hands, and glanced at him secretly. Seeing that his pants and shoes were wet, and there were water stains on the hem of his suit jacket, Mingwei hurriedly said, "I'm fine here, you go back to your room and rest."
"I will blow the princess' hair." His calm and steady voice came from above her head.
Mingwei's face was hot again, and she lowered her head to drink soup to cover it up. There was sugar in the soup, so it tasted good. After drinking the soup, the heat spread all over her body, and her stomach didn't hurt so much. Mingwei drank two bowls in one breath. Mu Tingzhou stood by her the whole time. After making sure that she didn't need a third bowl, Mu Tingzhou plugged in the hair dryer.
Mingwei hung her head and untied the towel on her head. Her hair must have been messy. Mingwei wanted to comb it, but he stopped her: "Princess, don't move."
Mingwei had no choice but to let go.
Mu Tingzhou picked up her cool wet hair and clumsily blew it for her. She lowered her head, her black hair hanging down, revealing a snow-white neck, beautiful, but slender and weak. Mu Tingzhou glanced at her unintentionally, and quickly looked away, concentrating on blowing her hair. After blowing it, he combed her hair strand by strand.
In fact, Mingwei really wanted to ask him if every tutor would take care of the princess in this way, but she didn't ask.
If she didn't ask, she could stay warmer for a while longer. If she asked, she was afraid that her mood would become colder.
"Princess, wait a moment. I will go get dinner."
"Thank you for troubling me, Master." Ming Wei whispered, watching him walk out. She persuaded him again: "By the way, you, change your clothes first."
"Okay." Mu Tingzhou didn't refuse.
Three minutes later, Mu Tingzhou came over with dinner postponed, having changed into a suit. Only the short hair sticking to his forehead suggested that he had just been caught in the rain.
There were two sets of bowls and chopsticks. Mingwei leaned against the bed to eat while Mu Tingzhou sat on a chair beside the bed. Apart from chewing and swallowing, there was no other sound. Oh, during this time, Chen Zhang and the director called twice to ask about her health, and Mingwei handled it with a smile.
"I'll tell the director that you can take a rest tomorrow." After dinner, Mu Tingzhou cleared the dishes and sat next to Mingwei again.
Mingwei thought about it, and secretly put her hand under the quilt on her belly: "It depends on the situation, it's good to take pictures."
Mu Tingzhou did not express any further opinions. He just sat there with his eyes lowered and a serious look on his face.
Mingwei didn't know what he was thinking. They were alone in a room with a single man and a single woman in the silent atmosphere. She couldn't help but think back to how good he had been to her along the way, especially the time when he wiped her feet. Perhaps even the princesses in fairy tales had never been taken care of so well by the prince charming. Perhaps in the future, there would never be a man who could make her heart beat so fast.
The sound of rain hitting the window seemed to hit her heart, and gradually it became like the beat of drums, urging her to ask boldly.
"you… "
"Princess… "
in unison.
Mingwei turned her head and met his deep eyes. She subconsciously dodged and blushed, revealing the shyness unique to girls.
The girl's touching blush became the last drumbeat in his mind. Without hesitation, Mu Tingzhou pushed the chair away and knelt down towards Mingwei. Mingwei sat up straight in shock and looked at him incomprehensibly: "Why are you kneeling again?"
"I dare to ask the princess to marry me." Before speaking, Mu Tingzhou raised his eyelids. His gaze was calm, but there seemed to be undercurrents in his pupils.
Mingwei opened her mouth.
Her reaction was within his expectations. Mu Tingzhou's throat rolled as he continued to speak seriously, "I am 20 years older than the princess. If I were in the Ming Dynasty, I would definitely choose a good husband for the princess whose age and talent match hers. I would never dare to presumptuously ask for her hand in marriage. However, the princess and I are trapped here and I don't know when we can break free. I cannot trust anyone else, so I ask the princess to marry you so that I can take care of you."
He hugged the princess and touched her feet, so he must be responsible.
He spoke slowly and solemnly, and Mingwei's wildly beating heart slowly returned to its normal rhythm.
"Grand Tutor wants to marry you so that you can take care of me more conveniently?" Mingwei lowered her head and looked at the quilt and said, what do you mean twenty years older? That's the Grand Tutor and the princess. Her name is Mingwei and she is twenty-two this year, and he is Mu Tingzhou and he is just thirty.
It didn't seem right to say that, but Mu Tingzhou still admitted, "The princess and I are now husband and wife in name. If a situation like today happens again, others won't criticize me if I take care of the princess." He could also hug her and wipe her feet with peace of mind.
Ming Wei was so angry that she leaned back against the bed and squinted at the window. "Master, you are worrying too much. I will call Sister Shen tomorrow and ask her to introduce me to a reliable female assistant. If Master is not able to do something in the future, the female assistant can help me."
Mu Tingzhou frowned, and then his straight brows never relaxed again.
It seems reasonable to hire a female assistant, but...
"I have just offended the princess." Mu Tingzhou lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "I was disrespectful to the princess, and I want to take responsibility."
Ming Wei smiled and turned to look at him: "You mean the time you hugged me and wiped my feet? That's nothing. In the following plot, Chen Zhang will hug me, kiss me, and marry me. There will also be a relatively plain sex scene. Do I have to marry him because of the ancient feudal rules?"
Mu Tingzhou pursed his lips and stared at her with his dark eyes.
Knowing his thoughts, Ming Wei was not afraid to look him in the eye and chuckled, "I won't marry because of the rules. The man I want to marry must really like me. If I get wet in the rain, he will keep me warm and wipe my feet. But when he does those things, he's not thinking about being a princess or a minister, nor is he trying to please me. He just feels sorry for me and wants me to feel more comfortable."
There was a blockage in Mu Tingzhou's chest. He was filled with an impulse to say something, but his reason and identity were blocking him from speaking.
"I'm going to sleep, you go." The man had a blank expression on his face. Mingwei turned over and lay down, pulling up the quilt to cover her face.
She was petite and lying motionless, and it seemed as if no one was on the large bed.
Thinking that she was really sleepy, Mu Tingzhou gave up struggling and said, "I'll take my leave."
After a sound of footsteps, he closed the door.
Mingwei lay there in a daze, feeling mixed emotions.
How stupid, actually falling in love with a patient with disordered memory. He is sick, he will sooner or later become that cold and arrogant movie star, and when they meet in the crowd, she will stand in the corner and look at him secretly, while he shines, signing autographs with an expressionless face, with no fans in his eyes, let alone her.
Covering her head, Mingwei forced herself to sleep.
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At 6:30 in the morning, Mu Tingzhou knocked on the door again.
Mingwei was sleeping so soundly that she didn't hear the knock on the door. She woke up in a daze only after the phone rang three times.
"Princess, it's time for breakfast."
"I don't want to eat." Ming Wei hung up the phone without mercy. After that, the person woke up, feeling weak and irritable.
From today on, she no longer needs him to take care of her.
The ringtone rang again. Mingwei was annoyed, so she hung up the phone and set it to silent mode, but her eyes were fixed on the screen. After a minute, a WeChat message popped up: Taifu: I brought breakfast up, open the door.
It’s actually a door-to-door service!
Mingwei was so weak that she threw off the quilt and got up. As soon as she sat up, she felt dizzy. She quickly closed her eyes and waited for the dizziness to disappear. In just a few seconds, she broke out in a cold sweat. Mingwei felt uncomfortable all over and sighed. It seemed that her resistance was not enough and she overestimated herself.
After changing a sanitary napkin, Mingwei opened the door dizzily without washing her face or brushing her teeth, and walked in.
So when Mu Tingzhou came in, he only saw a disheveled figure's back. When he pushed the breakfast to the bed, Mingwei had already climbed onto the bed, leaning there listlessly, with a flushed face and swollen eyes.
Mu Tingzhou's heart sank: "Is the princess feeling unwell?"
Ming Wei shook her head. It was just a minor cold. What could be serious? She was more concerned about breakfast now. "What's in it?"
Mu Tingzhou didn't say anything, but walked over and reached out to touch her forehead.
Mingwei dodged it, her brows furrowed, her resistance evident in her words.
Mu Tingzhou's hands froze there. He really didn't expect that the princess who was willing to snuggle up to him last night would dislike him so much.
He retracted his hand stiffly, was silent for a moment, and asked, "Is your forehead hot?"
Mingwei still shook her head.
Mu Tingzhou didn't believe it. Her face was tense and her lips were pouted. It was obvious that she was angry, so she didn't answer honestly.
But Mu Tingzhou couldn't guess what she was angry about.
"After dinner, I will take the princess to the hospital. The princess is a precious girl, so we must be cautious." Mu Tingzhou said in a low voice while setting the table on the bed.
What Mingwei didn't want to hear the most now was about princesses and rich girls. Watching Mu Tingzhou busying around and placing porridge and dishes in front of her one by one, Mingwei felt more and more sad and aggrieved. She was so choked that she had no appetite at all and didn't want to eat a single grain of rice.
"Princess?" She didn't move after the things were placed, which made Mu Tingzhou even more worried.
"I don't want to eat anymore." Ming Wei slid under the small table and covered her head. He was serving the princess, and she was not a princess.
Mu Tingzhou was holding the bowl in his hand, wanting to eat with her, but she suddenly acted like this. He was stunned for a moment before he was completely sure that she was throwing a tantrum.
Putting down the bowl, Mu Tingzhou leaned over, frowned and asked her: "Are you unhappy, Princess?" He held the small table with one hand just in case.
"If one day you find out that I'm not a princess, will you still take care of me like this?"
"Yes." He said without hesitation.
Unexpectedly happy, Mingwei's eyes were hot and she cried: "Then if I'm not a princess, you hugged me last night?"
"Yes." Mu Tingzhou said only one word and pulled open the quilt.
She was caught off guard, tears streaming down her face, panicked, and after a while she murmured, "Why?"
Why
Mu Tingzhou had been thinking about this question all night last night, and it was not until he pushed breakfast to her door that he was sure of the answer.
"I am not a plant, I also feel heartache." He gently wiped her tears with gentle eyes.
Ming Wei didn't understand, and didn't want to be vague: "What kind of love? A minister's love for the princess?"
Mu Tingzhou was not used to speaking too bluntly. It was not easy for him to say what he just said. Now that she was staring at him with tearful eyes, he couldn't say it out loud.
So, he placed his palm over her eyes and whispered, "Not a subject princess, but a man and a woman."
Mingwei smiled. Her pale little face was nourished by love and looked full of energy. The corners of her lips curved upwards, and her rosy lips were more tempting than a nutritious breakfast.
Mu Tingzhou looked at those lips, and suddenly his ears rang with the words she said before the movie that night in this room: "... Nonsense, if you like someone, you can't help but get close to him and do more sweet things. That's why when the male and female protagonists of a TV show fall in love, they must kiss each other, so that the audience will feel that it is perfect..."
Sweet things, do you mean kisses
Are her lips sweet
As if bewitched, Mu Tingzhou lowered his body even lower, holding his breath unconsciously.
"You, why are you silent?" Everything was dark in front of her eyes. He was so quiet. Ming Wei clutched the quilt nervously. She understood his heart. Her girlish heart was playing tricks on her. She couldn't help but start to think wildly. She didn't even wash her face. Would it be ugly? Uh, she didn't brush her teeth either. Shouldn't she have bad breath
While she was letting her imagination run wild, Mu Tingzhou quietly stepped back, and after calming down for a few seconds, he let go of her hand.
Mingwei looked at him shyly.
Mu Tingzhou, who had just said sweet words, looked normal: "Let's eat, and then go to the hospital."