It was late at night, and the wind outside the palace was icy and cold.
Shu Nuan was wearing thin clothes and finally couldn't suppress a sneeze.
Not long after, the darkened bedroom lit up again, and the door opened.
Shu Nuan raised his head when he heard the voice and saw Sheng Qianmo standing in the door, looking down at her with his usual indifferent eyes.
For Sheng Qianmo, it was another feeling.
Except for the embarrassed and uneasy look she had when she knelt in front of his horse asking for help that day, these days, he was used to seeing this little thing behave like a well-behaved and sensible person.
But at this time, she had been kneeling outside the palace all night. When she raised her head, her hair hanging behind her was somewhat scattered by the wind.
The little girl's eyelids were red. He knew that her skin was thin and could not withstand the cold wind for such a long time. At this moment, her eyelids had been blown red, and her eyes were watery and covered with blurry mist, reflecting the curls. The tear stain under the curled eyelashes, especially the half-bitten lips, looks so delicate and touching.
Sheng Qianmo half-squinted his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Do you realize you were wrong?"
Shu Nuan pursed her small mouth and nodded.
"Get up."
After receiving his permission, Shu Nuan bit her lip and stood up. However, she had been kneeling for too long and was about to stand up. Her calves softened and she almost knelt down again, but Sheng Qianmo stretched out her arm to stop her. , hanging on his slender and powerful arm.
Sheng Qianmo frowned slightly and carried the small thing hanging on his arm in a puzzled manner.
Sheng Qianmo put the person on the couch, went to the inner hall to search around, and finally found the ointment. When he walked back, he saw the little girl lowering her head and tugging at her sleeves, looking very uneasy.
Sheng Qianmo tried his best to calm down his expression, walked over, sat down on the couch, opened the ointment cover, and said calmly, "Come here."
Shu Nuan carefully moved to his side.
Sheng Qianmo frowned and patted his thigh.
Shu Nuan was stunned for a moment, hesitating and before he could figure out what to do, a certain prince reached out impatiently, pulled the person over and put her on his lap, saying in a low voice: "Sit tight and don't move around."
In this sitting position, she was still sitting on Sheng Qianmo's lap. Shu Nuan could not help but move around. However, after she moved for a while, she was caught by Sheng Qianmo's cold eyes. Shu Nuan had to try to move her legs. With one hand hanging on his neck, he calmed down.
Shu Nuan was wearing a dress, and Sheng Qianmo lifted her dress up. As expected, she saw that her two white and tender calves were red, especially her knees.
Sheng Qianmo frowned slightly, bent down slightly, held her slender calf, and applied cool ointment to her red and swollen areas.
After all, he was a man who had been trained in the military camp since he was a child, and he had no idea about the severity of his actions. Although he thought he had used less force, the whole process of applying the medicine still made Shu Nuan feel very painful, but he still bit his lips tightly. Say something.
After applying the medicine, Sheng Qianmo gently rubbed her calf again and asked, "Does it still hurt?"
Shu Nuan shook his head, lowered his head and put it on his chest without daring to speak, but could clearly hear the man's strong heartbeat.
Sheng Qianmo couldn't bear to sound any harsher, and gently rubbed her soft hair with his palms, "Are you hungry?"
Shu Nuan still shook his head.
Seeing that the little thing was so frightened, Sheng Qianmo didn't ask her any more questions and put down her skirt.
I ordered the people below to bring in dinner.