"What am I??" Mo Hanqing panted slightly and asked Ye Qiqi.
"When did your internal strength become so powerful?" Ye Qiqi stared at him with a pair of moist eyes, her voice full of surprise.
When Mo Hanqing heard her question, he smiled slightly and said in a low voice: "A long time ago."
long time ago?
Ye Qiqi frowned, but she remembered that she had fought with him after she came down from the mountain. At that time, he obviously couldn't beat her.
"Then why did you..."
"I said that beating a wife is a necessary skill for a husband." Mo Hanqing seemed to know what she wanted to ask, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and he spoke slowly towards her.
“…”
Ye Qiqi was speechless for a moment.
"This doesn't count. It was you who held my wrist first so that I couldn't move. Let's get up and go to the yard to fight again." Ye Qiqi looked up at Mo Hanqing who was pressing on her and said unconvinced. .
Mo Hanqing curled her lips, smiled and shook her head, "If I don't go, I'm still sick."
"You still know that you are sick, so why don't you drink the medicine quickly?"
"Don't drink." Mo Hanqing pressed her down for a long time. Seeing that she finally stopped struggling, it seemed as if all the strength in her body was suddenly exhausted.
He turned over and lay down on the bed, and with a slender arm, he held Ye Qiqi in his arms.
Before Ye Qiqi had time to react, a fair and pink cheek was already leaning on his chest.
His chest was slightly warm because of the heat. The hot temperature was transmitted to her cheeks through the thin material of her clothes, inexplicably causing the temperature of her cheeks to rise a little.
This posture made her feel a little awkward. Ye Qiqi hesitated for a moment and then began to struggle again.
"Don't move." Mo Hanqing's low and slightly hoarse voice came from above her head, "Just let me hold you for a while."
“…”
There was a hint of exhaustion in his voice, which made Ye Qiqi's heart tremble slightly. After struggling for a moment, he obediently stopped moving.
The room was so quiet that you could almost hear the two of them breathing.
Mo Hanqing hugged Ye Qiqi's petite and soft body, closed her eyes and rested for a while.
"When will you agree to be my princess?"
"Take your medicine quickly."
Two people's voices sounded at the same time.
Mo Hanqing and Ye Qiqi were stunned for a moment.
"If I take the medicine, will you agree to be my princess?" Mo Hanqing came back to her senses, laughed softly, and asked Ye Qiqi.
"What a beautiful idea you have!" Ye Qiqi couldn't help but rolled her eyes at him and said, "Whether you like it or not, I'm not the one who's sick and uncomfortable anyway."
After Ye Qiqi said this, Mo Hanqing didn't make a sound for a long time.
She raised her head with some confusion and looked towards the top of her head, only to see his deep black eyes looking at her tenderly with a hint of smile.
"What are you looking at me for?"
"Qiqi, actually you..." Mo Hanqing paused, and said with an unconcealable smile: "You still care about me, right?"
"Who cares about you?" Ye Qiqi panicked when he saw her. When he wasn't paying attention, she turned over and sat up from the bed.