The queen is acting as a demon again today

Chapter 421 Her Tenderness
Su Qing was slightly taken aback, and then continued to apply the ointment for him, but the action was a little lighter after all: "What about your family? I think it would be appropriate to have another appointment."

After waiting for a while, Su Qing didn't wait for Wen Ziyan's answer. She looked up suspiciously, only to find that Wen Ziyan covered her eyes and her throat rolled slightly.

She must have mentioned his grief.

That's right, Su Qing was a little annoyed, how could she forget that the first time she saw him was in an iron cage for animals.

If he had a family, how could Wen Ziyan be reduced to such a point?
At first she didn't feel any pain, but now that she thinks about it, Su Qing feels that Wen Ziyan must have been the most painful.

Bending down, Su Qing pressed her small face to his ear, and said in a gentle voice, "Don't cry, I will be your relative in the future."

Wen Ziyan's chest heaved badly, why didn't you say this earlier, now that she said it, her heart hurts so much that she is about to convulse.

Su Qing kicked off her shoes, climbed onto the bed directly, hugged him into her arms, and let his broken emotions vent in her arms.

"Be good, Ziyan, don't cry." Su Qing held his head and coaxed him in a low voice.

Anyway, it will be hers from now on, so there will be no loss of meat in a hug.

The hope that overwhelms you is not the despair of the abyss, but a sentence that is normal and can no longer be normal.

When did Su Qing coax Wen Ziyan like this, and when did he enjoy the feeling of being cared for.

As soon as Su Qing said these words, Wen Ziyan immediately got into her arms, hugging her waist tightly, trying to ignore the pain coming from her body.

Su Qing was stunned, and casually put her hands on his trembling shoulders, her tone was not a trace of impatience, she knew that he had worked hard these days.

"His... Your Highness, will you... still... leave Ziyan?" Wen Ziyan squeezed out such intermittent words from the back of his throat.

He is afraid, he is too afraid.

Afraid of being let down, afraid of being trampled on with affection.

He is afraid of being left behind again and again. He has experienced it too many times. No one knows how he survived the disguised life of more than 20 years.

Su Qing's warmth is too good to let such an insecure person like him fly to the flame to get it.

Su Qing's heart was slightly sour, her eyes were a little red, she lowered her head and kissed his temples tenderly, her voice was a little hoarse: "No, I, Su Qing's people, will never let go in this life."

Even if Hades wanted someone from this hall, he had to get the consent of this hall!

Su Qing didn't say the last sentence, she was afraid of scaring him.

His low crying and Su Qing's gentle voice echoed in the room, coaxing him over and over again.

Wen Ziyan was so depressed even when he cried.

After an unknown amount of time, a servant's voice sounded outside the door: "Your Highness, the candied fruit has been delivered."

Su Qing froze for a moment, then remembered that he hadn't taken the medicine yet.

"Ziyan, can you drink the medicine first?"

Wen Ziyan nodded sullenly, and withdrew from her arms, his red and swollen purple eyes still glistening with tears.

Su Qing chuckled, leaned over and kissed his eyelids, and said, "The eyes are swollen like rabbits."

Wen Ziyan gave her a coquettish look, then lowered his head and stopped looking at her.

Su Qing smiled, then got up, put on her shoes and strode away. Their petty tempers were all caused by her.

She is happy to suffer.

"Get some stomach-warming porridge here." After ordering, Su Qing took the candied fruit and walked back again.

Wen Ziyan had already sat up, leaning against the head of the bed weakly, Xu had just cried, and every time he looked up at her, his purple eyes were always breathtaking.

It made Su Qing's heart beat faster involuntarily.

"Come on, drink the medicine first, and I'll check your injuries later." After saying this with a normal complexion, Su Qing held the decoction in one hand and the candied fruit in the other and handed it to his lips.

(End of this chapter)