Heartburn

"It's more revealing, why do you wear so little clothes?" After a long time of hesitation, I jumped out such a specious reproach.

"...Is there something?" She didn't seem to expect that I would say that, and then she asked indifferently after a moment of stunner.

"This king is here...to learn about the assassin with you." With a sharp turn in my heart, I brought out a formal reason to come-if I came to visit her, she would be sent away by only seeing her. ; If it is said that it is specially to medicate her, it will not be the turn of a dignified prince to do it-thinking about it, or this kind of high-sounding official business is the most difficult to shirk.

At that time, I didn't know where my attachments came from. I had to see her in person, listen to her voice, or even be alone with her for a while.

Hearing what I said, she didn't refuse, she turned sideways to make her debut, but the expression on her face was rather indifferent: "Come in and talk."

I can't help but feel a little nervous: Did I bother her to rest?

Or did I accidentally do something to make her angry?

Silently followed her into the room, and at a glance, you can see the whole room—except for a narrow wooden bed, there are only a chair and a small table, and there is no extra waiting room. , Compared to the wing room I live in, it is three points simpler.

I stood awkwardly on the spot, wondering whether I should occupy the only seat in this room... I heard her point to the chair indifferently and said, "Your Highness, please sit down."

And she dragged the little boy to the side of the bed and sat on the bed-I only found out that there were some wound medicine and gauze on the little boy. Depending on the situation, she was about to change the dressing.

I can't help thinking to myself: Why is it that every time I go to her room, I am just in time for her dressing change? It's also a coincidence... Wait, she's just so invincible, is it because she suspects that I did it deliberately?

I was taken aback by my own thoughts, and I quickly looked up at her, and saw that she was staring at me with a smile, playing with a small porcelain bottle of wound medicine in her hand, as if waiting for me to speak.

"I, I, I, I didn't mean to come here to help you with medicine!" She stared at me like this, my scalp became numb, and I couldn't help but clarify.

However, after realizing what I had said stupid things, my face collapsed and I almost bit my tongue: Oh, isn't this just trying to cover it up?

"No, this king meant... The main reason why this king came to see you was to learn about the assassin, and the secondary reason was to visit your wounds-after all, you were to save this king's injuries," she said. With a clear gaze, I bit the bullet and continued to explain, "Of course, if it is not convenient for you to apply the medicine yourself, this king is also very happy to help..."

Just when I was anxious, I saw that she nodded whether or not, and handed me the wound medicine: "If this is the case, there is no need for your Royal Highness."

"Uh, it should be, it should be..." I never thought that she would agree with the trend. It seemed that there was not much resistance to other people's medicine for her-I couldn't help but start thinking about: Is it possible that she treats others too Is it so casual? If I change other guards, even my attendant, Xiao Chan, will she be willing to accept each other's services?

There is nothing wrong with saying that Dawu is a country where women are inferior to men. Most women are hearty and heroic. Not to mention **** in front of the same **** to heal, even if it is served by the opposite sex, bathing and washing are commonplace... Who can be sure, Jiang Zhuo’s home There are no ten or eight young servants?

Thinking of this, I didn't have a reason to feel a little bit of a taste; but it was really necessary to compare, there are also many Yingying and Yanyan in the back garden of the Lingwang Mansion.

He sighed, pressed down the soreness, and removed the original gauze. The other hand froze suddenly when it reached Jiang Zhuo's chest-how did I forget: her injury is on her chest, if she wants to To apply medicine to her, she must lift off her jacket to reveal the spring light in her chest...

I felt a slight tremor in my fingertips, but I couldn't keep moving anymore.

"His Royal Highness, don't have to force..." She was hesitant to speak and stopped, teaching me to wake up suddenly, cursing myself that I shouldn't think about the things that I don't have, and focus on wiping her wounds.

Her wounds were indeed as asserted by Master Kongxi. After applying the medicine, the blood stopped--but a blood stain appeared abruptly on the snow-white skin, as if a good porcelain had cracked flaws. Teaching people can't help but feel distressed.

I settled down, put the appropriate ointment on my fingertips, and evenly applied it around the wound; the touch under my fingers was delicate and smooth, but it also gave back a force that should not be ignored-it turned out that she seemed relaxed, unconsciously tightened muscles But it revealed a trace of truth.

Control the corners of your mouth not to raise too much, knowing that she is not as indifferent as she seems, my original tension is relaxed, although the shame is still there, the action of applying the medicine is not so stumbling anyway.

After applying a thin layer of ointment, I folded the gauze into a moderately sized square and wrapped a long strip of cloth into a thin ribbon around her chest; whenever I had to wrap the cloth behind her, I had to bend my head slightly. Crossed his hands across his back, like a hug.

With the accidental discovery when applying the medicine, when I got close to her neck and ears, my eyes stopped for a moment, and I saw that her earlobes were stained with an unnatural blush—it seems that she too As shy as me.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but make a nasty look--I pretended to breathe into her earlobe unintentionally when I got close for the last time.

"..." She didn't seem to have much reaction, and she couldn't know it if she didn't look closely: a faint rice color floated from her cheeks to her neck, which was obviously extremely embarrassing.

The little man in my heart laughed so much that he almost fell, but he didn't show it on his face, but just completed the last step of the dressing casually.

"That's it--Tada~" I appreciated my masterpiece with satisfaction, and even my previous oral habits emerged.

The triumphant smile came to an abrupt end when she touched Jiang Zhuo's deep eyes-awful, she found it.

Fortunately, the expected anger into anger did not happen.

After a long while, she lowered her eyes and slowly brought her back to the skirt of her chest: "The assassin was born very ordinary. Except for the clothes disguised as the guards, there was no flaw in his identity. Assassination effort is not a hired killer, or a specially trained dead man — all I know is this. I wonder if your Highness has other questions?"

"No more..." The intention of chasing guests in her words is so obvious that it's hard to teach me to lie here cheeky-maybe it's just a trick to make her unhappy, right?

I secretly regretted it in my heart, but it was too late, so I could only get up knowingly: "Then... you have a good rest."

She nodded slightly and didn't want to stay.

As soon as I turned around and closed the door, the candle in the room suddenly went out; even if it was attached to the window screens, it was completely dark, and I couldn't see the movement of the people in the room.

Shaking my head in annoyance, I glanced at the guard who was still waiting for me outside the room. When I was lost, I couldn't help but apologize: "Go back."

Lie back on the bed in the dormitory again, his body is a little tired, but his mind is clear and there is no sleepiness at all.

In the dead of night, the emotions that were suppressed by my self-sufficiency began to gradually emerge. After the just events fermented, the originally vague thoughts became clear-in vain, I can hold the prince's shelf to others, no Acting as Kuang Xihan in a sensual manner; but when he arrived in front of that person, everything about calmness and self-reliance and deliberate deliberation all turned into flimsy jokes.

No one has ever touched every chord of my heart like she did. Even Kwong Xiqing, who was shocked when I first saw me, can't compare her influence on me.

Looking back, when I was with her, I was like an innocent girl, eager to talk to her, racking my brains on topics that would interest her.

If it can be exchanged for her to smile, she can enjoy the whole day; even if she just looks at her silently and endures her indifference and rejection, she will never get tired of it.

If she is displeased, I want to review what I did wrong; if she is sad, it is like a blunt knife grinding her flesh and blood back and forth; if she smiles, I will accompany silly music, no more Not sure about the north, south, east, and west.

Although I have never experienced any unforgettable love affair, when I was young, I also read a lot of beautiful and obsessive romance novels. My abnormal performance and psychology can be more or less inferred. The only thing that taught me shock was: This person who makes me want to live is the same as me...the same woman.

Let alone the same gender and the disparity in status between us, the past that I can't recall but is bound to be complicated and entangled is the first hurdle that lies between us.

Teach me how to say my heart to the cold and snowy person?

Shaking my head and smiling bitterly, I buried my face in the soft pillow, letting tears flow freely.

It was the first time in my life that I was tempted, but it was destined to be a secret love that ended without a disease — oh, I finally found something more sad than replacing Kuang Xihan... However, realizing this in itself is already a great sadness. Got it.