But when his eyes touched the bruise on her wrist, he felt a little guilty.
I was thinking about it last night, but I took medicine for her to heal her injuries, but the warm jade and warm fragrance were so inspiring, he even forgot about it.
It seems that when she is taking a nap, he must resist the temptation and get her medicine, otherwise her injury will really heal.
"My cold has been cured long ago, otherwise I wouldn't be able to drink last night." Luo Liyan raised her hand and patted her chest boldly.
That movement is simply impossible to look directly at, especially since most of her body is still standing outside.
Yi Shurong gasped sharply, her head throbbing with pain.
"I underestimated your courage." He sneered, gritted his teeth and said word by word.
The implication in those words was already obvious, but Luo Liyan blinked her eyes innocently, "Cousin, don't be so fierce, I'm too timid."
She didn't lie, but because she was timid and spared her life, she would not pick up Yi Shurong's identity as a man disguised as a woman.
It's just that Yi Shurong obviously lost her patience to play charades with her, and immediately stretched out her hand, grabbed her shoulder, and wanted to lift her up.
But if you stare too closely, it's easy to see things you shouldn't see.
Just as his fingers touched Luo Liyan's shoulder, his nose became wet from the turbulent rolling, and a stream of scarlet blood gushed out uncontrollably again.
Luo Liyan almost wanted to pat the edge of the tub and laugh wildly, but in the end she held back for the sake of her own life.
"Cousin, you have a nosebleed again." Luo Liyan half leaned out, went to get a piece of clean cotton cloth, and moved to Yi Shurong's side.
Putting her hands on her obviously broad shoulders, she half stood up, and pressed the cotton cloth on her protruding and more cheerful nose.
"Cousin, your body is not very good, you also need to mend it well. However, you always have nosebleeds when you take a bath, why do you look like the innocent scholar in that book." Luo Liyan shook her head, Feeling that the cotton cloth on his hand was soon completely soaked in blood, he couldn't help but chuckled in his heart.
How excited he is, blood can completely soak such a thick cotton cloth.
But Luo Liyan didn't feel sorry for him at all.
After all, Tangtang is a ghost king, with such a little nosebleed, it is impossible to have any problems at all.
And who let his own head, all day long, don't know what to think.
"Cousin likes to read storybooks?" Yi Shurong didn't want to care about the little blood she was bleeding, she wrapped her arms around Luo Liyan's back with one hand, and let the blood rush even more jubilation.
"I like it, but I don't watch it often." Luo Liyan's answer was for the original owner.
There are so few things that the original owner liked in the whole two lifetimes, and even the scripts were only two or three, which were read over and over again.
She didn't have any money, and she didn't dare to look at these things openly. Even these few scriptures were brought out by her mother when she was dowry.
If it wasn't for its special meaning, it would have been burned by Mrs. Ji long ago.
Luo Liyan thought of the suffering the original owner had endured, and her eyes turned cold little by little.
In fact, according to her temperament, the hardships that the Luo family is suffering now are far from enough.
They didn't even spit out all the things they got from the original owner's mother, let alone the punishment they deserved for bullying the original owner for so many years.