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Shu Nuan's throat became hoarse due to coughing.
After being locked in an iron cage for so many consecutive days and experiencing violent storms and snowstorms, no one took care of me when I was sick, and my throat had long since been broken by coughing.
The imperial doctor prescribed medicine and told him not to let Shu Nuan try to speak for a while, but to heal his throat first.
Sheng Qianmo looked at Shu Nuan's sleeping face lying on the bed. She still looked so peaceful, her eyelashes were hanging down softly, she was well-behaved and harmless. He liked to hear her voice talking softly to him while lying on his neck, but now he was torturing her to the point where she couldn't even speak.
She... no matter what, she always stayed by her side obediently and listened to everything he said.
She obviously told him that she didn't, so why didn't he believe it...
Was he forced to give an explanation to the soldiers, or was it because her intimate words made him lose all reason...
She would even wonder at the moment whether she was thinking about that person when he asked her if she liked him.
That was probably the most fatal point for Sheng Qianmo.
He even thought about how he would punish her when he returned, but her silent indifference and the fact that she was so bruised made him unable to be cruel anymore.
Su Huang asked him, knowing what kind of person he was, would he still fall in love
He didn't think he was falling in, he just let it go.
Shu Nuan woke up during the night.
The maid A Cai followed King Sheng's instructions and came in with a light meal as soon as Shu Nuan woke up.
Shu Nuan was very hungry, so he sat down. Just as he was about to stretch out his hand, A Cai said, "Girl, your hands are not convenient. I will serve you to eat."
After Shu Nuan heard this, her movements froze slightly. She lowered her head and looked at her injured right hand. After a moment of silence, she firmly held the chopsticks with her left hand and picked up the vegetables awkwardly and laboriously. Her hands were always shaking and unsteady. The chopsticks fell, but she managed to eat the meal on her own with difficulty.
After eating, Shu Nuan returned to his bedroom.
She suddenly stopped and saw that her book bag was still there on the couch. Shu Nuan stared at the book bag for a while, slowly walked over, opened the strap of the book bag with her left hand, and put the book and pen Papers were taken out one by one and placed on the table.
You are a slave girl who has subjugated your country, no matter how many words you use, it will be useless...
Shu Nuan was holding the pen and writing on the paper. When his hand shook, the pen fell from his left hand.
Shu Nuan's handwriting is very beautiful, but Shu Nuan's left hand cannot write.
Shu Nuan lowered his eyes and looked at the crooked handwriting on the white paper sadly and calmly.
When Sheng Qianmo came back, he saw this scene—
Shu Nuan looked at the pen and paper on the desk in a daze.
When Sheng Qianmo walked over and put away the books she had placed on the desk, Shu Nuan finally slowly raised her head and looked at him expressionlessly.
"I will heal your right hand as soon as possible."
Shu Nuan calmly retracted his gaze, stood up and left.
Sheng Qianmo put his arms around her waist and pressed her into his arms, staring down at her, "You said you didn't, right? Nod your head."
Shu Nuan didn't react at all, he was just forced to look at him, his eyes gentle and quiet, harmless and indifferent.
"Shu Nuan." Sheng Qianmo's eyes became colder and colder, and he asked softly with a cool tone: "Do you have to have this attitude?"
Shu Nuan blinked her eyelashes, her face still expressionless.
Sheng Qianmo's deep black eyes suddenly shrank, he picked up her chin, lowered his head and bit her lips hard.