Tighten the thin quilt, and when you move like this, your waist hurts.

Yuan Changhuan's face was distorted a little, and he gasped, "Hiss......"

The next moment, a pair of big hot hands were pressed to her waist through the thin quilt.

The slightly hot breath hit, Xie Ci's warm thin lips almost touched her forehead, and a clear and smiling voice sounded clearly, "Don't bother, at this time, I'm afraid the Seventh Prince has already lured all the people in your courtyard away." ”

"How could he ......"

The dignified son actually listened to the words of a prince.

Yuan Changhuan looked at Xie Ci in disbelief, it was this face.

The lower back hurts even more.

"Don't move, and you're not afraid of falling ill." Xie Ci patted the three inches of soft flesh under her waist.

Yuan Changhuan's face stiffened, and then he turned red, "How can you hit my ...... ass!"

Xie Ci controlled her body, his palms were close to her waist sockets, and the warm heat swam around her lower back, and the original soreness and pain dissipated a lot.

Shocked to look at the thanks.

But Xie Ci pressed his face against the soft pillow, "Still moving?" Want to be beaten again? ”

What was beaten, it goes without saying.

Yuan Changhuan lay on his stomach in fear, like fish meat slaughtered on a chopping board.

"Why did you twist your waist?" Xie Ci asked suddenly.

Feeling the ice muscles and jade bones in his palm, Xie Ci was afraid that he would be addicted to this, so he spoke to her in a low voice.

Yuan Changhuan twisted his head, letting his cheeks rest on the soft pillow, and after being comfortable, Fang replied: "It's not because of you." ”

"Oh, because of this world, what?"

The thin lips of the thanksgiving opened slightly, and he looked at Yuan Changhuan's white neck calmly.

"Oh, don't ask!"

Yuan Changhuan was a little impatient, his current appearance, being looked at condescendingly by Xie Ci, he couldn't confront him at all.

The room fell silent.

A quarter of an hour later.

"Xie Shizi... Can you let me go? ”

Being pressed on the bed, Yuan Changhuan couldn't be arrogant if he wanted to, and finally spoke in a low voice.

Xie Ci heard her voice and lowered his eyes and smiled.

"I can't."

Originally, when he heard the laughter of thanks, Yuan Changhuan thought that he would let go of himself, but he didn't expect to be playing tricks on her!

"Thanks, you!" Yuan Changhuan turned his head and glared angrily.

Xie Ci had already let go, and stood idly beside the bed, his tone was gentle and shallow, "Miss Yuan, are you okay now?" ”

"Yuanyuan, Yuanyuan!"

Just when Yuan Changhuan was about to open his mouth to mock Xie Ci and change his face faster than the sky, his father's voice came from far away.

Looking at Xie Ci's playful phoenix eyes again, he almost didn't come up in one breath.

No wonder he suddenly became so gentlemanly, it turned out that he knew that his father was coming!

"Crackling."

The sound of bead curtains being waved open at will.

Yuan Qi saw the girl lying on the bed at a glance, and Xie Shizi who was standing a foot away from the bed.

He patted Xie Ci's shoulder with a radiant look, "Xie Shizi, how is my daughter?" ”

Just now he was entangled by the Seventh Prince, and he was a step late.

Xie Ci calmly bowed his head, "It's okay, after half an hour, you will be able to move freely." ”

"Fortunately, the Seventh Prince mentioned it, otherwise Benhou wouldn't have known that Xie Xian's nephew had this hand."

"It's much more reliable than the Imperial Doctor of Nalaush."

Yuan Qi did not hesitate to praise at all, this kind of pampering and humiliation, and the man who was calm and self-assured was the best son-in-law candidate for his Rong Yuanhou.

What Yongningbo, where is it better than a finger of thanks.

I don't know what the Queen Mother thinks.

Unexpectedly, the good Xie Shizi didn't introduce, and went to introduce those messy crooked melons and cracked dates to Yuanyuan.

Yuan Changhuan, who was lying on the couch, tried to move, and found that it really didn't hurt anymore.