Chapter 562

Night, as scheduled.

The night in bailishan is not pure black. The darkness reveals a vast dark blue, which stretches to the distance. The flickering stars shine on the earth, making people want to penetrate the night and explore what else is at the end of the sky.

Kangxi quietly enters the room. As soon as the play is over, he rushes over. Under the starry night sky, his handsome face can hardly hide his ecstasy. However, when he sees her sleeping by the window, letting the cool wind blow by, and only a thin bathrobe on her body, he twists her sword eyebrows and strides over her long legs.

Pang Pang sleeps deeply and doesn't feel his approach at all. Under the starlight, her white skin looks like a layer of pearls, moistening and moving, like a jade doll.

Kangxi sat down cross legged beside her, took off his coat, gently covered it for her, and then reached out and touched her forehead with the back of his hand. Maybe he was on his way in the dark. His hand was a little cold, so he could not measure her temperature, so he bent down and stuck his forehead.

After being still for a while, she found that she still had a fever. When she was worried, she quickly closed all the open windows.

Seeing that she was asleep, he did not dare to move her, so he had to sit down again and get closer to her.

Her warm body temperature with a sweet smell ran through his four limbs, causing a shudder. She was so close, and so unprepared, he immediately got up.

Clear eye color a turbid, lips pasted in the past, quickly pecked her red lips.

When she was still in the mood, she felt that someone was disturbing her dream. She raised her hand and waved it. The white gauze flashed into Kangxi's eyes.

He trembled and gently held her injured hand in the palm of his hand. He frowned and looked at the thick layer of gauze, which was so thick that it didn't look like a slight injury. He immediately began to remove the glue that fixed the gauze and untied it layer by layer.

When the two stitched wounds in the palm of his hand, crooked and covered with purplish black congestion, jumped into his eyes, the blood of his whole body went up against the current and straight to the top of his forehead.

The temperature in the air dropped seven or eight degrees in an instant.

"Well..." Fuhu sensed it sensitively, frowned and woke up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, "Kangxi?"

The thick cloud, which came quietly, covered the brightness of the stars and the moon, so that she could not see his expression clearly.

"When did you come back, why didn't you wake me up?"

The air pressure around Kangxi was extremely low.

"That's what you call good. Almost? Well His voice was cold, especially the last word "um" was squeezed out of his teeth.

Hu Hu's heart thumped for a while, and he saw that his injured hand had been exposed under his eyes, and there was no place to hide.

Why is the gauze missing!?

"Speak His tone was bad, and his eyes fixed on her fiercely, as if he was ready to swallow her alive.

She can't help shrinking her neck. When Geng Bumei said that Tibetan mastiff was afraid of him, she still didn't believe it. Now she completely believed it.

It turns out that his angry appearance is so terrible that he can play Yama without makeup.

"It looks shocking, but actually it's all potions..." she explained, "it won't look good before the wound scabs..." she glanced at him again, "there's nothing to make a fuss about."

She had planned to wash the liquid medicine on her hands before he came. It didn't look so shocking. Unexpectedly, she fell asleep and missed the opportunity.

Kangxi's forehead immediately raised two trembling veins, showing a perfect X shape, "you still have reason!"!? Ha ha, empty hand catches the white blade.... "