Murong Jie suddenly smiled, stretched out his hand and beckoned her over.
Zi'an sat beside him and looked at him.
"Give me a sip and I will tell you a secret, a secret about you." Murong Jie said very seriously.
Zi'an hesitated. Her secret? What other secrets did she have that he knew but he didn't? Was it the original owner's secret? Although he still had some memories of the original owner in his mind, some of them were missing.
She was tempted, but still shook her head, "You have to get the wine yourself. When you get better, you can come and get it yourself."
Although she is very interested, she still has her professional ethics as a doctor.
Murong Jie's head sank. "A girl who is too stubborn is not likable."
Zi'an put his hand under the quilt, "Doctors don't like patients who are too disobedient."
Murong Jie looked at her face and couldn't help but stretched out his hand again, "Your face is like a big cat, go put some medicine on it."
"I can't see. There is no mirror here. But it's okay. The skin wound will heal soon." Zi'an didn't even disinfect himself.
"Bring it here." Murong Jie ordered with a stern face.
Zian shook his head, "No need..."
"The second time!" Murong Jie said sternly.
Zi'an had no choice but to take out a bottle of ointment from his sleeve pocket. This ointment was specially used to deal with minor injuries and had disinfecting and astringent effects. It was bought by Xiao Tuo from Baohualin.
Murong Jie took the ointment, unscrewed the cap, smelled it, and then tried to struggle to get up, but found that he didn't even have the slightest strength. He could only say in a low voice: "Come closer, this damn king can't get up."
Zi'an had no choice but to sit closer. Sitting so close to him actually made him feel more relaxed than when they met from afar before. At least there was no such oppressive feeling from his majestic aura.
However, without this feeling of oppression, she felt a little more uncomfortable and awkward, because his breath was just below her, and that handsome face reflected a bit of tenderness in his eyes.
He scooped some ointment with his fingers and gently applied it on her face. His fingertips were rough and it felt stinging when they touched the wound.
In fact, he had been extremely gentle, but a warrior like him, who was also a descendant of a noble family, had never done a job as a servant.
However, the ointment was cool and felt particularly comfortable when applied on the face. After the stinging pain, she felt cool and comfortable, so exhausted that she almost lay down and fell asleep.
She opened her eyes slightly and saw his long eyelashes blinking underneath, which was indescribably bewitching.
This outstanding man will be her husband in the future. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but curl up the corners of her lips, revealing an expression that seemed both shy and happy.
"What are you trying to do by looking like a nymphomaniac?" Murong Jie touched her lips with his finger. His finger still had the scent of ointment and was a little cold.
Zi'an raised his head quickly, coughed, and his face turned red as if it was burning. "No, I was thinking about something."
Murong Jie said unhappily, "It's not finished yet, continue."
Zi'an is upset about his own incompetence. Now that his life is in danger, what evil thoughts does he have
How could this man be hers? God would never treat her this well. Even if he married her, it would only be out of calculation and conspiracy. The last thing she needed was a marriage of mutual exploitation.
When she moved her face closer, she felt much calmer.
After applying it, Murong Jie sighed softly, "I'm thirsty. Give me a sip of soju."
Zi'an burst out laughing, "Don't even think about it!"
"Even if you put a little cotton on my lips, that would be fine."
Seeing that he couldn't forget this taste, Zi'an could only sigh softly like him and said, "Just put it on your lips!"
She stood up, took the clean cotton used for disinfection, scooped a little from the wine jar, dipped the cotton in it, and then took it and gently pressed it on his lips.
Because of the fever and coma for several days, his lips were very dry. After the wine moistened them, he licked them twice with his tongue, looking at Zi'an with unsatisfied eyes, "Press it again!"
Zi'an used the cotton ball to apply it again. Murong Jie frowned and said, "You need to wet it again."
Zi'an threw the cotton ball away, "No, we agreed on one bite."
"That's all you're asking for?" Murong Jie widened his eyes and looked at him with dissatisfaction, "I haven't even tasted what wine tastes like."
Zi'an stood up and said, "If you can't drink, then take the medicine. You don't need to force yourself to drink if you are awake."
"A doctor like you has no sympathy for patients at all." Murong Jie muttered.
Zi'an ignored him and went out to warm the medicine.
When I brought the medicine in, I saw him lying quietly on the bed with an indescribable expression on his face, I couldn't tell whether it was sadness or anger.
When he saw her come in, he immediately calmed down and looked sideways at her with a more relaxed expression.
Zi'an pretended not to notice his surprise and sat beside the bed, feeding him medicine with a spoon.
He was very cooperative and drank all the medicine. Then he put his head down and breathed a long sigh of relief.
He didn't ask a single question about why he moved here after being injured, as if he wasn't interested at all.
Zi'an put the medicine bowl away and yawned unconsciously.
Murong Jie looked at her and said, "Come up and sleep."
Zi'an turned around, almost thinking he had heard wrongly, "What?"
"You sleep inside." Murong Jie said indifferently.
"I'll just lie down on the table for a while." Zi'an said as he sat down, his heart pounding.
"If you don't come up, I won't drink the medicine tomorrow." He did not call himself the king.
Zi'an frowned, "If you don't take the medicine, you are not cooperating with the treatment, and you will be the one who suffers."
"Obviously I don't care." Murong Jie said coldly.
Zian suddenly felt angry for no reason. "That's your body. Why don't you care? Everyone cares about their own."
Murong Jie closed his eyes, "Come up, second time!"
This was the second time again. Zi'an found that she really had no way to deal with this regent. She really wanted to see what the consequences would be if she didn't do as she was told the second time and the third time.
However, I still don't want to take the risk. Now he is a harmless paper tiger, but he will eventually turn back into a man-eating tiger.
She took off her shoes and climbed onto the bed carefully, trying not to step on his feet. After getting on the bed, she found that the space was not as spacious as she had just seen, but it was still enough to lie down, but she had to be very close to him.
She lay flat on her back, her hands neatly placed on her abdomen, not daring to move.
"Why are you so reserved? You are my fiancée and we have to sleep in the same bed from now on." Murong Jie said unhappily.
When Zi'an heard this, he tilted his head in surprise and asked, "Are you really going to marry me?"
Murong Jie's tone was cold and threatening, "So, do you still want to break off the engagement?"
"I just feel that you are not the type of person who would allow others to manipulate you. My reputation... is not very good." She wanted to say that her reputation was already bad, but even though she thought so in her heart, she was unwilling to admit it in front of him.
Murong Jie closed his eyes and said calmly, "There are a lot of girls with good reputations in Beijing."
Zi'an was stunned and his chest skipped a beat. What did he mean by this
There are a lot of girls with good reputations, but he still doesn't have a princess. Does it mean that he married her not because he was forced by the Queen and the Queen Mother
And that little bit, was it because he volunteered
(End of this chapter)