I was bewildered by the demon of thanks!

Xie Ci lowered his eyes and looked at her with a calm expression.

The voice was still a little hoarse, "I can't stop." ”

The five fingers that pressed her body stretched out slightly.

The heavy pressure, as well as the abnormal breathing when Xie Ci leaned over, made Yuan Changhuan's mind extremely clear, "Come down, you haven't gotten rid of your fever yet." ”

"No ......

The cheeks of thanksgiving were buried in her sweet and soft neck, and the thin lips were floating as if nothing was there.

But it's seductive enough.

"I'm in the way!" Yuan Changhuan exerted a little force, and the thank you that was originally pressing heavily on her was pushed by her, and she pushed it crookedly.

Sitting up, Yuan Changhuan looked confused, "You're sick and have no strength and you're still playing hooligan." ”

She just gave it a nudge.

If it was the previous thanks, she might not be able to push it with all her strength.

Xie Ci gasped lightly, lay on the bed, his body was lazy and soothed, until his breath was even, and then he replied, "For the husband, there is no strength in the hands, not in the abdomen." ”

"Enough to satisfy the lady."

"Shut up, you." Yuan Changhuan raised his hand to cover his thin lips.

Right now.

Zhuo's voice came from outside, "Concubine Shizi, the medicine is ready." ”

"Come in."

Yuan Changhuan straightened out his scattered bedclothes, approved a robe and was about to go out to get medicine.

was held by Xie Ci's wrist.

As soon as he turned around, he suddenly sat on Xie Ci's waist and abdomen, patted his chest, and Yuan Changhuan unconsciously sighed, "Let go." ”

"You're just going out?" The graceful chin of thanks, even when lying on the bed, the graceful posture is not reduced.

Especially those dark eyes.

It makes people's hearts worry.

Yuan Changhuan's peach blossom eyes blinked, inexplicably, "Why can't I go out?" ”

He took out the small bronze mirror she usually carried with her from under her pillow and handed it to her.

Then he thanked him through the tent and said in a deep voice, "Put the medicine on the table and stand down." ”

"Yes."

Listening to Zhuo, he was relieved to hear the clear words of his own prince.

It seems that the prince is fine.

Yuan Changhuan saw in the mirror that his hair was loose, his red lips were moist, his face was like a peach blossom, and there were spots on his jade-like neck.

The color is alive and fragrant, and the demon is seductive.

It's like Fang just did something bad.

Yuan Changhuan understood, his jade finger pointed at his neck, and glared angrily, "What's going on!" ”

Xie Ci turned over, lay on Yuan Changhuan's pillow, narrowed his phoenix eyes comfortably, and replied unhurriedly, "That's it, it's time to drink medicine for your husband." ”

Seeing that although his cheeks were already flushed, his voice was still hoarse, Yuan Changhuan threw the mirror on him and got out of bed.

Sharp action.

Later, in order to take revenge, a whole bowl of decoction was poured into the mouth of Xie Ci.

The brown liquid dripped down his fair and graceful chin and dripped on his chest.

Wet thin bedclothes.

Xie Ci didn't stop her movements, and only after she put down the medicine bowl did she spread her arms, tilted her head, and her hair slipped down the brocade quilt, looking harmless and beautiful.

"Lady, it's time to bathe for your husband."

"Go yourself." Yuan Changhuan stood on the edge of the bed and changed her clothes by herself, and she didn't want others to see Xie Ci's appearance.

Compared with his gentle and elegant appearance in the past, the current thank-you speech can make people's souls disappear with a casual expression, abstinent and sexy.

She didn't want to be looked at by others with such a thank-you speech.

He dropped the tent with his hand, and then called the maid in.

Weak words of thanks came from the tent......