He has long hands and long legs, and he is extremely fast.
Jiang Rao was completely unprepared, her lower back sank, and she almost fell into the couch.
But her waist was pinched by a pair of thick calloused hands.
Because of the fever, his body was extremely hot, and Jiang Rao's skin shuddered through the fabric. She pushed him but couldn't push him away, but he was so startled that he frowned and shouted, "Niannian."
The breath breathed out during the speech was extremely hot, and Jiang Rao's ears trembled.
He closed his eyes and rubbed against her neck, but didn't hear a response, and continued to shout, "Niannian."
In the deep voice, there was a trace of uneasiness.
Jiang Rao was taken by the temperature of his body, and a thin layer of sweat formed on his face.
After he called "Nian Nian" a few times, she finally heard the uneasiness and fuss in his voice.
This sound sounded like confirming something.
"I'm here," she said.
She supported him, trying to make him lie back.
Just when he raised his hand, he heard a muffled groan in pain, "I feel bad."
Jiang Rao took advantage of the opportunity to touch his forehead, the temperature was indeed shockingly hot.
"Lie down and you'll be comfortable."
She persuaded with gentle words.
The slender fingers clamped around her slender waist moved as if inadvertently, and the force became tighter.
If you say that when he rushed forward just now, Rong Ting's mind was still a little confused, and he couldn't distinguish reality from dreams.
After this toss, he was half awake.
His burning head kept dreaming, or the dream he often had recently, in the dream he had to call her the emperor's wife, which made him flustered with anger.
Just now when I opened my eyes, I saw her sitting on the edge of his couch with her head hanging down, her thin neck dangling in front of her eyes.
The skin is extremely fair, cleaner than the snow.
Like pressing it, it will leave a red mark.
He stared at it for a while, his eyes gradually deepened.
Probably because of the effects of those medicines, his self-control was overwhelmed. Just looking at her in front of his eyes, his mind was filled with some crazy thoughts.
want to claim sovereignty.
Want to leave a mark.
Want to bite.
These are the thoughts that best suit his instinctive nature, without reason, they burn more and more vigorously in the dark night.
He rested his head on one shoulder of Jiang Rao, his cold white face illuminated by the candlelight looked sickly and well-behaved, but the slender fingers pinching her waist gradually tightened, smelling the fragrance of her body. Secretly, like thirsty water, he licked the tip of the tiger's teeth.
But she heard her coquettish voice, "Your hand is gentle, it hurts me."
Rong Ting stopped breathing, and blinked as if he had woken up. The abnormal look in the pupils because of those crazy thoughts sank gently and hid it.
The thoughts of biting and leaving tooth marks on her body still did not stop in her mind, and her vision was still dark and deep.
But he opened his hand lightly.
After all, he couldn't bear her pain.
He rested his chin gently on her shoulder, thinking about the dream made him feel terrible. Not talking, just hearing her breathing, knowing that she was there, was a great comfort.
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But in this consolation, there is a secret dissatisfaction.
Jiang Rao stretched out her hand and patted him on the back, "Go to sleep, you will recover faster when you are sick."
Her movements were gentle, but there was great sorrow in his eyes, "Will you leave later?"
She will go, she will go when his leg is healed, this is what she said.
As it is now, it would be nice to keep going.
"I'm not leaving."
The little girl's coaxing voice was soft and gentle.
She put her little hand on his back and patted it lightly, in case he was too confused to hear him, she repeated, "I won't go."
"En." Rong Ting responded slowly, with a deep voice, "Don't lie to me."
"Of course I won't lie to you. If you're not good, I'll keep my eyes shut and watch you all night, and I won't leave."
The effect of the medicine became more and more heavy, Rong Ting closed his eyes.
I missed the last two sentences that Jiang Rao said like a promise.
…
Deeper and heavier.
Helping Rong Ting, who fell asleep again, to lie back, Jiang Rao touched his forehead, it was very hot.
Thinking about his drunken and dreamlike behavior just now, she felt that his illness was more serious than she thought, so she put the matter of going back in her heart first, went to the well in the courtyard, and drank half of it. Here comes the bucket of water.
Wet the thick kudzu towel with cold water and put it on his head.
She carried the bench over by herself, and sat beside his bed to watch over him.
After his kerchief was soaked by his body temperature, he took it off and put it in cold water again, then wrung it dry and put it on.
Time and time again, tirelessly.
Occasionally, I raised my eyes to look at him, glanced at his face, and heard his breathing was still a little weak, and my heart felt as uncomfortable as a ball.
It's already late at night, but I don't feel sleepy when I think about him.
His pitiful appearance now has no resemblance to those high-ranking, cold-tempered dictators in her dreams.
Now Jiang Rao feels more and more that they are two people.
When the dictator was sleeping by himself, he always let her sleep by the side and guarded, causing the people in the house to misunderstand that she was his liaison girl, so they stuffed her with things, hoping that she would say a word in front of him. But what she said is of no use to him, and she doesn't accept things from others, which saves other people's face, and she has a reputation of being spoiled, and her popularity in the mansion is getting worse and worse , the road is getting more and more difficult to walk.
Thinking about it, she still wanted to scold Wang Ba. Jiu, Jiang Rao lowered her head and muttered a few times.
The person on the bed moved uneasily twice, Jiang Rao stood up, took away the wet Ge towel, and tried his forehead.
Not too hot.
She took a breath, feeling relieved now.
Still not bothered, he washed the Gejin and pressed it on his head again.
Looking at the sky outside, I couldn't tell what time it was.
Slipping all the way back to Jiang's mansion and getting back into her own bed, the last stone in Jiang Rao's heart finally fell to the ground.
Legs, saved.
…
The next day Ming Shao called her daughter twice, but failed to arouse her.
Although the girl is used to being lethargic, I have never seen her get up after yelling twice in the morning
Ming Shao took Jiang Rao's quilt away, "Girl, it's time to wake up."
Jiang Rao felt sleepy, and sat up rubbing her eyes, but she was still sleepy.
"If the girl doesn't go to eat, the master will worry again." Ming Shao took the clothes from the other little maids, put them on Jiang Rao, and swept the snowy skin next to the tip of the apron, But he frowned, and looked over carefully, "Girl, your waist..."
Jiang Rao looked down with dazed eyes, saw the reddish marks on her waist, and instantly woke up.
This must have been left over from when the waist was pinched last night.
She suddenly felt a headache, and explained blindly, "When I fell asleep last night, I accidentally rolled under the bed, and it may have fallen at that time."
But she couldn't help but slander, she didn't know what the sick person dreamed about, she looked so weak that she didn't have any strength, but that hit still hurt her.
Ming Shao had always been a girl who said she was the only one, so she didn't doubt the authenticity of Jiang Rao's words at all, and immediately admitted her mistake, "It's the servant's fault, I didn't notice the girl last night, and didn't even know she fell off the bed. "
Jiang Rao was afraid that if she didn't stop her, she would even say such things as slaves should die, so she quickly said, "I was careless, and it has nothing to do with you."
Ming Shao got up, found blood-activating ointment and applied it on Jiang Rao, muttering, "Young girl has been like this since she was a child, and she is prone to bruises when bumped, next time, be more careful."
Jiang Rao lowered her eyes, wondering if her patient was recovering.
While applying the medicine, Ming Shao said to Jiang Rao, "Tell the girl some fun things."
"My servant heard this morning that the Yang family offended the beggars here, no matter how we guard against them every day, beggars come to make trouble."
Jiang Rao has never been one to gloat, and said lightly, "Maybe they offended someone."
Ming Shao said: "Not only this, but also, the young master went out to watch a theater yesterday and met the brother and sister of the Yang family."
"Young master has calmed down a lot in the past two days, and he didn't even get angry when Miss Yang called him a fat man."
"But Ms. Yang said, Miss, you are so talented in appearance that you can't even compare to the girls in the oil workshop here. The young master was so angry that he insisted on fighting with someone. Fortunately, Jiang Ping was smart and spread a few words. Outside Everyone now knows that the Yang family is unable to get married, and they are holding grudges, and they are all watching their jokes."
Jiang Rao laughed this time, "The girl from the oil shop is innocent, she was pulled out for comparison for no reason."
"But the fun is yet to come." Ming Shao laughed, "The young master made a fuss, went back to eat a melon, and threw the melon skin to the place where the brothers and sisters of the Yang family got into the sedan chair..."
Jiang Rao tapped his forehead with a half-smile, "You little bastard."
There are bright and dark methods, and they can play flowers.
She thought that after learning a lesson, he would be more or less honest.
Sure enough, the country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change. He is still the lawless little overlord.
"But the young master ate a whole honeydew melon yesterday, and he had diarrhea this morning." Ming Shao put on the last button for Jiang Rao, "I ran into him in front of the yard just now, holding my belly and wanted to find the girl, and said that he only knew about that. Yang Gongzi approached him to ask for a girl, and asked his sister to beat him a blind meal -he was like this, ridiculous slavery. "
"He knew in his heart that I wouldn't beat him, so he dared to come over." Jiang Lao had a lot in his heart. "If I really beat him, he will cry, saying what sister doesn't hurt him anymore."
Ming Shao changed Jiang Rao's clothes, took a look, "Girl's eyes are very dark, do you want me to put some powder on you to cover it up?"
Jiang Rao nodded, and when she went to have breakfast, she was not so afraid that her father would find out that she climbed over the wall to go out last night.
As soon as he arrived at the dining place, he was hugged by Jiang Jinxing who ran over at a bumpy pace.
"I want Sister to hold her." Jiang Jinxing hooked her hand, insisting on holding her hand before he would go in.
"Didn't you want me to beat you?" Jiang Rao teased him.
Jiang Jinxing immediately shrank his head, turned his butt around, covered it with his hands, and let go again, "Sister wants to beat me up."
He closed his eyes and turned his heart, "Then beat me up."
Jiang Rao straightened his collar for him, "Hand hurts, I don't want to beat you, as long as you know your mistake."
"Then I'll rub it for you." Jiang Jinxing covered Jiang Rao's hand with his two chubby soft hands. He had a sharp nose, and there seemed to be a faint bitter smell on Jiang Rao's body. If he didn't smell it carefully, he would not notice it Seeing it, I leaned over and sniffed it vigorously, "Did my sister drink medicine when she was sick? Why does she smell like herbs?"
Jiang Rao was so frightened that she took off the pouch that Jiang Jinxing was wearing and put it on herself.
Covered by the smell of the purse, no one can smell her body this time.
After breakfast, no one found out that she left the house last night.
Jiang Rao breathed a sigh of relief.
The robbery was successful.
…
In the west of the city, Rong Ting woke up before dawn.
He propped up his upper body and sat up on the couch, a wet kudzu towel slipped from his forehead.
Touching his cool forehead, he pursed his lips for a long time and smiled softly.
The glaciers in his eyes melted, and his eyes became warm and gentle for a moment.
Moved the leg to the side of the bed, unexpectedly found that the leg was much stronger today than before it caught the wind and cold.
Rong Ting raised his hands slightly, tried to stand up without supporting anything.
A sharp gleam flashed in his eyes.
OK.
There was a "dong" sound from the courtyard, and after a while, the door was pushed open.
When pushing the door, Jiang Rao was afraid that Rong Ting would not wake up, so she was very careful when pushing the door, not daring to use too much force.
Pushing open the door, seeing Rong Ting sitting beside his bed, her eyes lit up, "Brother Ting, are you awake?"
She was carrying a boxy octagonal food box in her hand, and when she opened it, steaming porridge was revealed. Jiang Rao arranged the bowls and chopsticks on the small table, and brought it to Rong Ting, "I'm bringing you food." .”
She saw that Rong Ting's spirit seemed to be much better than yesterday, and she felt a little more at ease in her heart, "Is your cold feeling better?"
Originally, when she went back last night, she wanted to continue dreaming about something.
But what to dream, whether to dream or not, is completely out of her control.
After going back last night, she slept so soundly that she didn't dream about anything.
Rong Ting looked at her darkly.
Because Jiang Rao was worried that Rong Ting would not have the strength to open the door for her, and for the convenience of climbing over the wall, Jiang Rao did not wear a high-necked cloak and exposed her white and slender neck, reminding Rong Ting of the scene in her dream last night.
"My illness is almost cured." He finally looked away and said in a hoarse voice.
But Jiang Rao showed an expression of disbelief, "You were sick for a day at first, but you didn't tell me."
She still remembered this account, and waited for him to settle it with him.
"It's really good."
Rong Ting had never been cared about like this before, and his cold white skin couldn't help but blush, which was well hidden by the newly recovered illness, "Even if you call the doctor, you will say that I'm fine."
He has been ill for a long time and has become a doctor. This year, he has nowhere to go. He wants to find medicine to treat his illness. He has already recognized a lot of herbs, so he can't make a mistake.
"I believe you once."
Jiang Rao said very generously.
She pushed the porridge in front of Rong Ting, "Drink some porridge, I just brought you porridge after you got sick, it will make you feel better after drinking porridge."
Rong Ting's gaze was firmly locked on her.
He suddenly turned his head away, looked to one side, hesitated for a long time, and then turned his gaze back again.
"Do you remember what happened last night?"
"Um."
Rong Ting coughed and lowered his eyes.
The beautiful face was still sickly, the long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if a little shy, it was difficult to speak, and he spoke slowly.
"You looked... looked at my body."