School grass, your foodie is gone again

Chapter 239 Don't Say He Was Here
When the butler came, he saw a snowdrift in the shape of a man lying on the ground, with black hair mixed with white snow. He was startled and hurried over.

"Wake up, what's wrong with you?" When she stroked a layer of snow on her face, she realized that it was the most July.

"Miss."

The housekeeper shook her gently, her body was terribly cold and stiff.

The study door was hastily pushed open without even a basic knock.

Nangong Han who was standing at the window was about to get angry, so the servant hurriedly said: "Young master, the young lady has been frozen in the snow for a long time, her whole body is cold and she is unconscious!"

His face was replaced by tension, he quickly left the study and strode towards the hall.

The hall was in chaos, and it was with great difficulty that most Qiyue was brought in. Her eyebrows were stained white, and the corners of her mouth were pale and bloodless. She was silent, as if she had died...

"Quickly, go put warm water, let her soak in the warm water quickly." The housekeeper had already informed the doctor, and the doctor ordered the servants on the side.

"I come."

Nangonghan came over, took Qiyue, hugged her horizontally, and walked towards the stairs.

in the bathroom.

The warm mist rises, staining the glass with a layer of water droplets, hazy with wet mist.

"Get out." He ordered the servant coldly.

The servant bowed, left the bathroom with small steps, and closed the door by the way.

He took off the clothes on her body layer by layer, his deep eyes were filled with mist of grief, enduring the severe pain in his heart, and peeled off the last piece of clothing from his body.

With her delicate face and tightly closed eyes, her whole body was so cold that he shivered. His big hand brushed across her delicate skin, and a tingling sensation rose from his heart. Thinking that her body had long been integrated with the wind and ink, he The rims of his eyes were moist, and the tears were about to burst out of his eyes, but as a man, the last trace of self-esteem in his heart could not allow him to cry easily, and the soreness he endured made his eyes blush...

Carefully put her into the warm bathtub. In an instant, the warm water spread all over her body, leaving her head floating on the water, leaning against his palm.

Wringing the towel dry, the towel exudes a curl of mist, carefully wiping her face.

With her eyes closed, she appeared peaceful, lacking the aura and clarity of the past, and gaining a sense of tranquility.

After soaking in warm water for more than ten minutes, he felt that her body was gradually getting warmer, so he picked her up, wrapped her in a white bath towel, carried her out of the bathroom, and came to his bedroom, where he placed her in the huge bed | on.

"Master, the doctor told me to boil ginger syrup for the youngest lady to relieve the cold."

The servant brought a bowl and cautiously stood beside Nangong Han.

"Put her clothes on, wait for her to wake up, and feed her to drink."

In the end, he glanced at her on the bed, and he suppressed the emotion in his heart and turned around.

"Yes!"

"Don't tell her, I've been here."

With a cold order, he left the bedroom.

As long as he sees her, he can't restrain the urge to love her. When things get to this point, he should put away his emotions and prevent himself from sinking into them.

The next day.

When Zui Qiyue opened her eyes, what caught her eyes was the familiar ceiling and chandelier. She was startled, turned around, and there was no one around her. Suddenly, the sense of expectation in her heart was shattered, and a burst of incomparable sadness spread.

"Miss, you're awake." Seeing her waking up, the servant had a look of joy on his face.

"...." Qiyue turned around in embarrassment, only to see the servant picking up a bowl, and then said: "The ginger syrup is cold, I'll go down and make another cup."

(End of this chapter)