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Chapter 77

Wen Xiange didn't feel much when Xiao Chenggong hugged and spat water at first, and it was because she was not clear at that time, and she didn't know who was the one who rescued her and hugged her.

But now that she is awake, it was the first time she was hugged by a princess, and it was a man. You can't be brave and say you're going by yourself, you can only let someone hug you with your cheeks down.

"Xiange, brother Xiao, I'll go back and boil water for you first." Zhen Guangrong who was at the side said after following the two out of the crowd.

Because he was too thin and he couldn't swim, he didn't go into the water to save people. Although he didn't do anything wrong, he was much better than Wen Xiange and Xiao Chenggong.

"En." Xiao Chenggong nodded upon hearing this.

When Zhen Guangrong left, Wen Xiange opened his mouth and coughed in a hoarse voice while saying in a low voice: "Thank you, cough, cough, you, you saved me."

Because of choking on water, she coughed and hurt her vocal cords. Now she coughs when she speaks, and her throat hurts badly.

"Well, stop talking." Xiao Chenggong frowned and said.

Wen Xiange didn't try to be brave, and nodded as an answer.

It is only a few minutes away from the diversion ditch to Grandma Chen's house, and Zhen Guangrong had just lit the fire when they came back.

It will take some time to boil the water, so Xiao Chenggong put Wen Xiange in her own room first, and asked her to change her wet clothes first.

However, Wen Xiange took off her clothes and didn't change into clean clothes. Instead, she wiped her wet hair and wrapped it up, then wrapped herself in a quilt and sat beside the bed waiting for hot water.

What she waited for first was not hot water, but a bowl of ginger soup.

"Grandma Chen boiled it for you. You drink a bowl of ginger soup first to get rid of the cold, and then the hot water will be fine." Zhen Guangrong looked at Wen Xiange, who was wrapped in a quilt and only showed one head, holding the bowl.

"Thank you." Wen Xiange opened his mouth and said, the volume was almost inaudible, and he spoke in a breathy voice.

"Stop talking, drink the ginger soup quickly, take a bath and have a good rest later." Seeing this, Zhen Guangrong quickly put the bowl on the table, waved his hands, and then turned and left.

As soon as I went out, I ran into Xiao Chenggong who had changed clothes from the educated youth shop.

"Brother Xiao, it's just in time for you to come. Come with me to the kitchen to drink a bowl of ginger soup to get rid of the cold." Zhen Guangrong said immediately.

"Okay, I'll go and see Wen Xiange's feet first, and I'll go in a while." Xiao Chenggong said and walked towards the door that was still open.

He thought that Zhen Guangrong had just come out, and the people inside should be fully dressed, so he went in without asking any further questions.

As soon as he entered, he saw that Wen Xiange's hair was all wrapped up, and his body was wrapped in a quilt, but his entire neck, shoulders, and two arms were exposed, and he was drinking ginger soup from a bowl.

He who was always calm was stunned by this scene. After a while, he came back to his senses and hurriedly turned to Wen Xiange and said, "I'm sorry, I should have knocked on the door first."

Wen Xiange looked at Xiao Chenggong who suddenly came in and suddenly turned around to apologize, she was very puzzled. She wanted to say something, but found that she had completely lost her voice now, and her throat could no longer speak.

So I had no choice but to finish the ginger soup first, then knocked on the table, signaled him to turn around, then picked up the pen on the table and wrote: "I'm sorry, what's the matter with you coming in?"

Xiao Chenggong turned his head when he heard the sound of knocking on the table. Seeing that Xiange was still the same, he frowned and wanted to go out first, but he stopped when he saw the other party writing with a pen.

After reading what the other party wrote, he frowned and said: "I was going to show you your feet, but now you seem inconvenient. I will go out first, and I will come to help you look at it later."

Hearing this, Wen Xiange didn't write, but stretched out the sprained foot directly from the quilt, meaning to let him read it now.

(End of this chapter)