The Regent's Sweetheart

Chapter 75 tell me

It wasn't until the sound of closing the door came again that Lin Jiaojiao barely regained her senses, and staggered to the side of the bed.

She hurried to hold Yan Sihan's hand, it was so cold, ice without any temperature, the tears in her eyes collapsed in an instant.

"Yan Sihan... How are you?" Every word trembled, which was enough to prove how worried and scared she was.

The man withdrew his hand from her, and covered her blue hair without any pearls, and finally stroked her cheek, gently wiping the warm teardrops at the corners of her eyes with his fingertips.

"Don't be afraid, the king is fine."

Lin Jiaojiao sniffed, then looked at the ribbon in her hand, and quickly pulled her head out.

Seeing this, Yan Sihan supported the bed with his hands and sat up with his whole body.

The edge of the ointment on the chest also oozes blood from this action, flowing down like a trickle.

"Don't move around!" She quickly put down the ribbon again, fished out the handkerchief from the light red water beside her, wrung it dry, and hurriedly wiped the well-defined abdomen.

Finally, he picked up the ribbon and began to bandage his wound.

In her previous life, she also bandaged Yan Sihan's wounds, so she was very proficient, but in her previous life, she was reluctant every time, and her actions were heavy.

Yan Sihan cooperated with her every move, and she carefully wrapped the ribbon around his body, as if embracing each other.

She could even feel his breath brushing against her ear, a little itchy, but she didn't pay much attention to it.

During the bandaging process, neither of them spoke, she carefully bandaged him, and he focused on her eyebrows.

Everything seemed quiet and peaceful.

After bandaging, Lin Jiaojiao put down the remaining ribbon, and tidied up all the things beside the bed in a virtuous and capable manner.

Turn the water basin away, pack the bloody and torn clothes on the ground and put them on a chair beside them.

The bedside was not as messy as before.

Yan Sihan leaned against the head of the bed, quietly watching her do these things that she would never do before.

His eyes were somewhat gloomy, and his Jiaojiao seemed to have... changed again.

From being attached to him at the beginning, to loathing him later, to now deliberately hiding his joy and anger, and doing things more calmly than before.

He prefers the girl who can cry when she wants, laugh when she wants, and carefree.

After asking the maid to take out the extra things in the room, Lin Jiaojiao went to the bedside and sat down, pulled out the quilt and covered the man carefully.

The originally worried eyes were now a little more careless, and his thoughts seemed to fly to the sky.

She was thinking, who would assassinate Yan Sihan now?This is completely different from what happened in the previous life.

The location of the wound above the heart must be where Yan Sihan reacted and hid in time when the arrow came from behind, otherwise the arrow hit the heart and he would surely die!

She didn't understand some of these things, so she looked at the man and asked, "Yan Sihan, where did you get stabbed? By whom?"

This attitude is very similar to the judge who judged the case in Dali Temple.

Yan Sihan didn't speak immediately, his face as cold and handsome as a cold peak was a little paler than before.

He raised his hand, touched her cheek with his cold fingertips, and smoothed the center of her brow with his fingertips.

Caught off guard, she was brought into his arms by a force of considerable force.

She didn't dare to move for fear of touching his wound!
The man was lying down, but now he turned to her sideways, and one hand completely restrained her waist, making her unable to move for a while.

"Yan Sihan!" The panic on her face gradually calmed down, and then she changed into a look of warmth and anger.

At first, she was afraid and worried, but later, she felt that fear was useless.

The enemy is in the dark and we are in the light, this kind of thing is what really scares her!So she wondered.

"Be good, let me hug you for a while." The man said and patted her on the back reassuringly.

Such a voice was so calm and gentle that she wanted to indulge in it for a while.

Relaxing, resting your head on the uninjured chest on the other side of the man, looking up after a long time.

Yan Sihan lowered his eyebrows and looked at her gently, his eyes met, she actually felt a little palpitation.

Carefully took his hand out of his arms, and covered the man's handsome cheek, with a soft voice: "Yan Sihan, tell me, okay?"

(End of this chapter)