Chapter 1821

Rong LAN didn't make a sound.

She shivered when the cool wind came. There was a sharp pain in my throat and I coughed again.

The maid's worried voice came in again.

"May I come in, madam?"

Rong LAN stopped coughing, then slowly turned around and walked towards the door.

She caught a cold when the night wind blew. His legs are as heavy as lead, but every step is very empty, like stepping on a cotton ball.

She went to the door and opened the dialog.

"I'm fine. You go down

"Madame, shall I make you a bowl of ginger soup?"

Asked the maid, uneasy and frightened.

"No more."

With this sentence, Rong LAN goes to the dormitory. A low voice made her step.

"What's the matter?"

"Back to the Lord, my wife seems to have a cold."

The maid lowered her head and returned in fear.

"Did you call the doctor?"

"Not yet..."

The maid's head dropped lower.

"Well, I see. You go down first

"Yes. Lord

The maid left uneasily.

Rong Lan's heart was tight, she pursed her cool lips and stepped forward. Before we got to the bed, the thick custom door had been opened from the outside.

Bata.

The slight sound between the door opening and closing is particularly abrupt in the quiet air.

Rong Lan's heart suddenly shrank and his heart beat faster.

"Why haven't you had a rest yet?"

Behind him came Jun Lin Chuan's low voice.

The cool night wind blows open the veil and makes a slight sound, which makes me feel a little fidgety.

Before Rong LAN could answer, he opened his mouth again.

"Is it hot?"

"No, it's just a little stuffy."

Rong LAN side body, eyebrow angle gently pulled pull.

"What's the matter?"

Jun Lin Chuan walked quickly to the window and closed it.

The streamer flies, and the lights are shining out of the window.

"No

Rong LAN shook his head gently.

"Is it really OK?"

Junlinchuan unbuttoned as he walked.

"It's really OK."

Rong LAN smiles.

In the end, Jun Linchuan saw a trace of unspeakable pain from her smile.

He made a guess.

"I went to wash."

"Good."

Rong LAN nodded.

She looked at Jun Lin Chuan's back, her eyes flashed, and her throat was itching again.

"Well Cough... "

She turned her back and covered her mouth for fear that Jun Linchuan would hear.

The sound of running water came from the washroom.

Rong LAN poured a cup of warm water for himself, drank two mouthfuls, and then lay down.

After a while, the familiar mellow and elegant breath came from his side.

A big hand suddenly fell on her forehead.

Palm, warm.

Rong Lan's heart missed half a beat, heart stuck in the throat. The temperature has gone up a lot.

I can't remember how long he cared about himself.

"Master, I'm fine."

So she had to open her eyes and whisper.

"When we get to this age, we need to know how to cherish our bodies."

"Well."

Jun Lin Chuan put down his hand and lifted the quilt.

"Master, you..."

Rong Lan was stunned.

Jun Lin Chuan took a look at her and said nothing. He went straight to the small study inside.

Soon, he came with a white medicine box.

Find out cold medicine, handed to Rong LAN hand.

"I'm fine Cough... "

“……”

Jun Lin Chuan's face sank and he didn't speak any more.

Rong LAN saw that he had to swallow those pills and warm water.

When she lay down again, she took a look at the time.

It's already three thirty.

Jun Lin and Chuan get up at six. Now, he can only sleep for two and a half hours.

Two people lie down, still back to back.

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