Princess, be nice

Chapter 1189 If Waking Up Is Too Difficult

This fear of being threatened by her beauty, and this narcissistic appearance, are exactly the same as their wife three years ago.

When Zhetian personally protected Yuan Changhuan before, he had a deep understanding of Yuan Changhuan's temperament.

Therefore, seeing Xiaoxian's appearance, Madam's demeanor and tone from back then came to mind.

Tsk, no wonder it has a relationship with Madam.

With this temperament, he really doesn't believe that if he has no relationship with Madam, this spirit crane could not be raised by Madam.

The more I think about it, the more likely it is.

Xiaoxian looked around, but found nothing interesting. The crane head was drooping, combing its feathers, and when Yuanyuan came out, she must see the most beautiful thing.

At this time, Yuan Changhuan didn't know that Xiaoxian was waiting for her outside, but he just kept thanking him, holding a bowl of soup in his hand, with strange and indifferent eyes, should he wake up his son and let Yuan Miao feed him.

"never mind……"

Yuan Changhuan was reluctant to wake up his sleeping son, so he could only do it by himself.

With a sigh, Yuan Changhuan scooped up a spoon, pried Xie Ci's lips and teeth open, and poured it in unceremoniously.

"..."

Looking at the brown soup dripping from the corner of Xie Ci's lips, his eyes were cold and indifferent, mixed with helplessness.

I can't swallow it at all.

What should I do? Do I really need to use my mouth? Yuan Changhuan raised his hand to wipe Xie Ci off the decoction that had almost flowed onto the wound on his shoulder. After soaking in the decoction, his thin lips were filled with a thin layer of light.

Yuan Changhuan gritted his teeth.

Looked around and couldn't find any better tools.

Lowering his head and looking at Xie Ci again, he was still silent, even his breathing was as weak as ever.

The thought of being so close to Xie Ci gave Yuan Changhuan a headache. If he wakes up...

"Thank you?"

"Thank you?"

Yuan Changhuan pinched Xie Ci's cheek, trying to wake him up, as long as he was a little awake, the medicine could be poured in.

It's a pity that Yuan Changhuan has been ravaged for a while, but Xie Ci still shows no signs of waking up.

But the skin under her hands was a little hot, Yuan Changhuan suffocated for breath, gritted his teeth and poured a mouthful of bitter soup into his mouth, and passed it to Xie Ci's lips.

As soon as his lips were attached to Xie Ci's lips, he immediately passed the medicine in his mouth, but Xie Ci's lips were tightly closed, and the soup slipped down his lips to his chin in an instant.

Yuan Changhuan opened his eyes and looked at his pale complexion, his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, this man was sent by heaven to punish her.

She had no choice but to puff up her cheeks, stick out the tip of her tongue to pry Xie Ci's tightly closed thin lips, and slide the soup into her mouth bit by bit along the gap between his lips and teeth.

Later, Yuan Changhuan became more and more proficient, and soon passed the whole bowl of medicine.

The tongue is numb, I don't know if it is numb from bitterness or from excessive use.

A large bowl full of decoction, Kuai Zuo Tian can make it, and it is so bitter.

Yuan Changhuan got up, looked down at Xie Ci, who had his eyes closed tightly, and was very satisfied, "It's good, I didn't wake up."

When she turned around to find some tea to rinse her mouth, Xie Ci's eyelashes trembled slightly when she didn't notice.

As early as when Yuan Changhuan approached him, he became conscious. If he hadn't sensed her breath in time, Xie Ci would subconsciously attack her.

After all, his vigilance has not been worn away with time.

Yuan Changhuan used up a whole pot of tea to neutralize the bitterness in his mouth.

When he went back, he still had a bitter face, the soup was really bad.

(End of this chapter)