But at the bottom of my heart there was a stubborn voice, "Yan Zhengling, are you willing to give up him?"
Her answer was so resolute, "no, I'll never give up on him. By no means -- "
the cold Lord was sitting on the bed, and he had a stomach attack. He covered his colic stomach with one hand, and there was cold sweat on his forehead. His face was a little white.
In recent years, his cleanliness disorder almost every day, resulting in frequent stomach vomiting. The body is getting weaker and weaker. In addition, in recent days, he can not eat well, sleep well, and do heavy physical work, which makes his body on the verge of collapse.
Now it fell to the female devil's hand, and he was afraid that he could not resist it.
After a glance at this strange and luxurious room, the corners of my mouth make fun of myself. If I die here, it seems to be a good destination.
Yan Zhengling pushed the door and stood in front of him, looking at him without expression.
After seeing his pale face, Yan Zhengling's eyes flashed with panic. She stepped in front of him and touched his forehead. It was cold.
"What's wrong with you?" She asked.
He looked at her indifferently and was surprised. He seemed to see the concern in her eyes. Is it his illusion?
"I'm a little hungry." He said it out of his wits.
Yan Zhengling turns around and comes to the kitchen.
Quick action for him to make a bowl of eight treasure lean meat porridge. And then it's in front of him.
Seeing such a light eight treasure porridge, Zhan hanjue suddenly had an appetite.
These days, his stomach can't bear to eat the box lunch on the construction site, which is hot and oily.
However, Baron Zhan's left hand was handcuffed, only his right hand. He did not know how to solve the problem of serving his own bowl and eating by himself.
After all, he didn't dare to trouble the witch.
When he hesitated, Yan Zhengling scooped up a spoonful of porridge, put it on his lips and blew it, and then fed it into his mouth.
Baron Zhan was uncomfortable.
"You untie me. I'll eat it myself. " He looked at her.
Yan Zhengling hesitated. He is now a man with a family. If he is released, he will be afraid that he will run away.
"I won't run." He looked a little gloomy. "Besides, I didn't go anywhere."
Yan Zhengling is sad to hear that he is the prince who once used to pick up the sky.
Now it has been reduced to relying on women to support their families, which is despised by mother-in-law.
Maybe to make him proud. Yan Zhengling opens the shackles silently.
Han hanjue held the bowl even though he was hungry. But it was still very elegant.
After eating a bowl, he asked Yan Zhengling, "is there anything else?"
Yan Zhengling: "how could his appetite be so good before?"?
"No more."
Hanshou stood up with the bowl. "I'll do the dishes."
However, as soon as she stood up, her weak body staggered violently. When Yan Zhengling reached out to help him, he directly fell on her.
The bowl in his hand accidentally fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
Through the thin material, Yan Zhengling felt his body was very hot.
"You have a fever?" Yan Zhengling frowns.
Her hand fell on his waist, and there was no idea of whether a man or a woman would give or not.
"I don't have one." He pushed her away.
Yan Zhengling was very depressed, "I mean your temperature is rising?"
Zhan hanjue: "......
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