"one two three… "
She recited silently in her mind for three seconds. The moment she saw his figure, her body softened and she fainted to the ground without saying a word.
An anxious shout seemed to suddenly ring in my ears: "Your Highness, Princess."
Luo Qingchen felt happy, feeling like "Jiang Taigong is fishing, and those who wish to take the bait will take the bait."
After all, he still got Mo Ye's attention.
He quickly ran to her, sat directly on the cold snow, gently held her in his arms, and said urgently: "Your Highness, can you hear me?"
Luo Qingchen rolled his eyes, frowned in pretense of pain, and murmured: "I'm just a little dizzy, and suddenly I have no strength."
Her voice was very soft, as low as possible, making the other person feel her weakness.
Mo Ye frowned, gently touched her forehead with his right hand, and said slowly in a cool and pleasant voice: "You have a fever, I will take you back to the dormitory first."
fever? real or fake? Mr. Mo Ye, can I just pretend to be dizzy
Probably because of her dizziness, this time Mo Ye did not pick her up from the princess, but carefully carried her on his back.
His shoulders are very broad and there is a kind of thick warmth. It always feels like you can fall asleep deeply when you lie on his shoulders.
Reassuring and warm…
He didn't know how long it had passed before the sound of urgent footsteps came to his ears. He felt that his whole body was suddenly hot and cold, and cold sweat broke out on his back.
Why do I feel so uncomfortable when I'm obviously just pretending to be dizzy...
After an unknown amount of time, someone fed her a bowl of extremely bitter medicine. After swallowing it with difficulty, a pair of familiar hands touched her lips and fed her a peach blossom preserve.
The candied fruit was very sweet, with the fragrance of peach blossoms, completely overpowering the bitterness in her mouth.
I slept peacefully this night, and slept peacefully this night.
When I woke up again, it was still dark. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Mo Ye standing not far away.
This time he wore a moon-white robe and stood in front of the window with his hands behind his hands. His tall figure made people feel lonely.
Luo Qingchen felt that her body was very light. She rolled her eyes and sat up on her own. He blinked lightly and said, "Mr. Mo."
Mo Ye was stunned, turned back suddenly, and looked at her with narrowed eyes. He leaned against the moonlight, his deep eyes bottomless.
A few seconds later, he hurriedly walked towards her, stopped very close to her, reached out and touched her forehead and said, "Finally the fever is gone."
"How many hours have I slept?" Luo Qingchen frowned, feeling a little embarrassed.
I obviously wrote the script myself, but why did it suddenly go off the rails!
"Your Highness, Princess, has been sleeping for three days and three nights." Mo Yeqing sighed, with a flash of worry in his eyes: "If you are in a daze and refuse to take medicine, I will bring you candied fruits."
"Peach blossom flavored preserves?" Luo Qingchen pursed her lips, recalling the taste in her sleep.
"Yeah." Mo Ye chuckled after hearing this, "You remember it clearly."
"That's right!" Luo Qingchen raised her eyebrows proudly and said, "My memory is really good."
"But I remember that I told the princess not long ago that you have just recovered from a serious illness and you should not walk around in such a cold weather." Mo Ye paused and said, "I wonder if the princess still remembers it."
"Remember... uh... ahem..." Luo Qingchen cleared her throat and said, "Those are all things in the past, so we won't mention them anymore. Why don't we talk about something else!"
"What does Her Majesty Princess want to say?" Mo Ye's eyebrows showed a little more tenderness, and it seemed that when he looked at her, his cloudy dark eyes gained a touch of purity. (To be continued)