However, Sheng Qianmo didn't feel sleepy and stayed with her until dawn. Then he separated himself from the sleeping Shunuan. He got out of bed gently and went out to ask someone to prepare a breakfast that Shunuan could eat. When he came back When I did, I paused slightly—
Shu Nuan didn't know when he woke up. He hugged his knees and sat on the edge of the bed. His black hair was messy around his face. He rubbed his red eyelids with a small hand. When he heard the footsteps, he raised his head and felt wet. She looked at him with soft eyes, her clear and wet eyes twitching slightly, and she looked a little scared.
"Wake up." Sheng Qianmo walked over and asked casually.
Shu Nuan nodded and opened and closed his mouth slightly, but just as he was about to say something, he felt his throat was so dry and hoarse, as if it had been burned by something.
Sheng Qianmo poured her a glass of water, Shu Nuan softly whispered "Thank you, Your Majesty" in a hoarse voice, took the water, held the cup and sipped it in small sips.
After finishing the drink and about to put it down, Sheng Qianmo took the cup from her hand and put it aside on the bedside table for her. He reached out and touched her forehead, "Does your head still hurt?"
Shu Nuan obviously didn't know that he had a high fever last night. He shook his head in confusion, but he had the courage to subconsciously grab his hand that touched his forehead and grasped a few slender and strong fingers. He didn't know it. She looked at him at a loss, her mouth was hesitant to speak, she wanted to speak, but she didn't dare to speak.
But Sheng Qianmo began to scold her: "Don't you know your own body? Do you keep kneeling there when I ask you to? You don't know how to wear clothes?"
Shu Nuan was taught a lesson by him, and his eyes were even redder. She held his fingers with some force, but her little hands were soft and still had the residual heat from high fever. She lowered her head, pursed her lips, and whispered aggrievedly: "The prince didn't let Shu Nuan wear..."
Sheng Qianmo pinched her little nose: "How dare you talk back?"
Shu Nuan burst into tears and simply fell down, sobbing and saying that she was wrong.
Sheng Qianmo found that Shu Nuan was really frightened by him this time. Even though he no longer had a harsh tone, he still made her cry with just these few words.
Sheng Qianmo was reluctant to speak any more seriously now, and wiped her tears, "Okay, I won't cry anymore."
Shu Nuan still held his finger tightly, pursed her small mouth and didn't dare to talk nonsense, and didn't dare to cry, for fear that he would be angry with her again.
"Are you hungry?"
Shu Nuan shook his head slightly, but Sheng Qianmo still picked her up from the bed, put her on his lap, bent down, held her slender ankles, put on her two shoes, and then hugged her Out of the dormitory.
Shu Nuan had been hungry all day yesterday. When he saw the food, he naturally ate a lot. However, he didn't see Sheng Qianmo mentioning what happened yesterday until he finished eating. Shu Nuan didn't want him to misunderstand her.
After the meal, Sheng Qianmo asked someone to bring the medicine for her to drink. When Sheng Qianmo brought the medicine bowl over to feed her, Shu Nuan's little nose wrinkled, and after taking a sip, she couldn't help turning her head away, obviously she couldn't bear it. Live that medicinal smell.
But Sheng Qianmo half-coaxed and half-ordered her: "Drink the medicine so that you can completely recover."
No matter how reluctant Shu Nuan was, she did not dare to disobey Sheng Qianmo at this time, so she could only endure the bitter taste, slightly open her mouth, and let Sheng Qianmo feed her a drink.
Sheng Qianmo saw that the little girl was drinking the medicine with great difficulty, but her little face was pretending to be calm, and her tangled little look was clearly pitiful, but Sheng Qianmo couldn't help but raised his lips and pointed. He pressed the tip of her smooth lips and said, "I'll see how wronged you are."