Chapter 12

After a while, I heard a rustling sound near my ears, and then there was a gentle gasp. It seemed that Ouyang Mingzhu was uncomfortable sleeping at night and her arm was numb.

There was a low knock outside the door. Ouyang Mingzhu hurried to open the door. After a while, she closed the door again. Then, Jiujiu felt a soft thing tightly attached to her lips and opened her eyes. Ouyang Mingzhu's picturesque face came into her eyes.

Seeing Jiujiu wake up, Ouyang Mingzhu picked her mouth slightly and smiled at the bottom of her eyes. Wen Sheng said, "morning, Jiujiu."

"Good morning."

Ouyang Mingzhu smiled with a bowl of medicine in her hand. She handed it to Jiujiu and said, "drink the medicine."

Jiujiu's nose was filled with an astringent smell full of vegetation. Jiujiu twisted her eyebrows and said, "no, I don't want to drink this."

Ouyang Mingzhu smiled with a good temper and coaxed Jiujiu: "Jiujiu is good. You can get better quickly after drinking medicine."

Jiujiu still frowned and said very willfully, "no, I don't want to drink medicine. I'm not sick, I'm not sick."

Housekeeper Liu standing outside the house heard Jiujiu's wayward words and frowned invisibly, but he couldn't help sighing when he thought of his young master's care for Jiujiu.

"Jiujiu good, I'll take you to Nanyang after drinking the medicine." Ouyang Mingzhu didn't have a trace of anger on her face. She still smiled with a good temper and continued to coax Jiujiu. Looking at Jiujiu, she felt a burst of integrity in her heart.

He pushed away the bowl containing medicine juice in Ouyang Mingzhu's hand. With a click, the bowl was pushed to the ground and smashed.

Ouyang Mingzhu's face sank instantly, and Jiujiu's eyes also took a bit of cold light. Jiujiu couldn't help trembling at the bottom of his heart. Just when Jiujiu thought Ouyang Mingzhu was going to be angry, he smiled at himself and still comforted in a low voice: "Jiujiu good, stop making trouble, let's go out and play after drinking the medicine."

His voice was gentle, and he had a good temper as if he had no temper. He couldn't help but look at it, and his heart was sour. As soon as his eyes were hot, tears fell down.

Ouyang Mingzhu obviously didn't expect Jiujiu to cry. She quickly whispered, "Jiujiu good, if we don't want to drink medicine, we won't drink medicine. I'll take you out to play now. Good, don't cry."

"Ziqin." Jiujiu sucked her nose and looked at Ouyang Mingzhu's beautiful face full of concern. At the thought of the narrow and long fall off the cliff in his plot, her eyes began to sour and swell. A sense of regret that didn't belong to her spread like wild grass.

He opened his mouth and almost subconsciously said, "Ziqin, I will be good in the future. I will never make you angry again. Don't you want Jiujiu."

"I won't want Jiujiu." Ouyang Mingzhu's long arm looked at it and held Jiujiu in his arms.

"Ziqin, it's very kind of you!" a sourness that didn't belong to Jiujiu spread in her chest. Jiujiu leaned against Ouyang Mingzhu's chest and listened to Ouyang Mingzhu's irregular heartbeat. The center of her eyebrows almost twisted into a ball.

She is a rational person. She won't lose her temper at all, and she can't say anything like that. However, she not only said it, but also did those irrational things, which made Jiujiu's body tremble. The person who said these words was not her, and the person who did this was not her. What's the matter with her.

Feeling the shaking of Jiujiu's body, Ouyang Mingzhu patted Jiujiu's back as if comforted. Wen said, "Jiujiu is good, not afraid, not afraid, Ziqin won't leave you!"

Then he paused: "Jiujiu, when we go back this time, we'll get married, okay?"