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Chapter 1171 Female Venerable 11
The skin is not fair, but a very healthy wheat color, which makes the girl more heroic.

A head of black hair was scattered behind him without any cover, and a few mischievous strands of hair ran to the front of the collarbone, with a little itchiness.

Although the skin on the collarbone was not very fair, it was still a little fairer than that face, and coupled with the girl's frail appearance at the moment, she could be considered a beauty.

It's just that the heroic appearance can't be weakened no matter what.

Bu Huan frowned, still not used to it.

The villain in the mirror also frowned, his face was a little cold, like an iceberg beauty who refuses to be seen thousands of miles away, but it can't be seen from a distance.

Bu Huan stared at the beauty in the mirror for a few seconds, then suddenly sneezed.

Her body was not as good as she thought, so she had a glorious cold!
Bu Huan lay back on the bed again, obediently pulled the quilt over her shoulders, turned her head to look at the clothes hanging on the side, feeling a little familiar, and soon remembered that this was the same outfit she wore yesterday, nothing Do people prepare new clothes for themselves?

Bu Huan once again understood how pitiful he was.

Ugh!
Sighing helplessly, Bu Huan closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast a light shadow on the eye sockets, giving the girl a soft and delicate look, which was particularly endearing.

The most important thing for me now is to take good care of my body, after all, the body is the capital of the revolution!

Hey, what is a revolution?
Hmm, can't remember.

Forget it, don't think about it, let's sleep!

Bu Huan emptied his head, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

On the other side, the harem.

Feng Huai'an sneezed a little, and two abnormal blushes burst out of his pale face, which set off the young man's exquisite eyebrows and eyes, which made people feel distressed.

Wen promised to walk over with a bowl of things in his hand. As soon as he came in, he saw the boy sneezing pitifully. On Feng Huai'an's body, there was an indescribable gentleness and appropriateness in her movements.

The voice is also soft, like the spring breeze in March, the gentleness makes people a little fascinated, and the tone is full of concern: "An'er, are you okay?"

Feng Huai'an looked up at his father weakly, forced a comforting smile, and shook his head gently: "I'm fine."

With a worried expression still on Wen Xu's face, he picked up the soup on the table, which was still steaming, and the faint green smoke added a sense of warmth to the small room.

Wen Ao gently stirred the bowl of soup with a spoon, and a faint bitter smell of medicine spread in this small room, which unexpectedly made people feel at ease.

He said to his son gently: "Drink the medicine first, so that your body will recover sooner!"

Feng Huai'an's face was slightly bitter, but he still didn't want to worry his father, so he took the bowl of soup and medicine bravely, looking at the pitch-black medicine, the boy's face became stiff again.

He took a deep breath, held his breath, opened his mouth, and swallowed the bowl of bitter soup.

The soup was really too bitter.

Feng Huaian felt a disgusting bitter taste from the tip of her tongue to her throat.

(End of this chapter)