Romantic Prince Spoils His Consort

Back in the ward, Xiao Moxuan was still sleeping.

Meng Xiaoxiao put the fruit into the kitchen, soaked it in salt water in a porcelain basin, and then sat by the bed, admiring Xiao Moxuan's quiet sleeping face.

Strong and soft lines, handsome and slightly lazy face, without the usual arrogance and domineering, but with a childlike innocence and serenity.

A well-defined face, a thick black sword eyebrow, a tall nose, a slightly pursed lips... Everything is perfectly combined like an appropriate ink painting, which makes people think or not.

But, perhaps because of the injury on his body, his face was still a little pale.

Meng Xiaoxiao looked at him, couldn't help but stretch out his hand and fondled his handsome and charming cheek.

But unexpectedly, just touching his skin, her little hand was firmly held by Xiao Moxuan, and the whole person was held in his arms.

"OK, so you're pretending to sleep..." Meng Xiaoxiao cried discontentedly. Like a thief who was caught stealing, his face turned into a red apple with ripe branches.

"It's not enough to see it for so long. You still want to touch it secretly. Of course I can't be silent anymore." Xiao Moxuan opened his eyes and showed a narrow smile like a spring breeze.

"If you don't touch it, you won't touch it. Hum, who cares." Meng Xiaoxiao pretended to be angry and Dudu's mouth wanted to get up from his arms.

"Forget it, I'd better sacrifice and touch it for you." Xiao Moxuan shook his head helplessly, took her hand and put it on his cheek. The firm outline appears soft because of the faint smile on his lips: "girl, maybe you touch me like this, I'll get better faster."

"Then I will ravage you every day." Meng Xiaoxiao pinched mischievously on his face and raised a moving smile.

"At that time, I don't know who ravaged who?" Xiao Moxuan stretched out his arms to catch the little girl who made him palpitate, covered his lips with burning heat, pasted it on the girl's soft and sweet lips, and entangled with her.

The familiar and close atmosphere made Meng Xiaoxiao completely intoxicated and lost, and he forgot everything without resistance. It's like a cup of fragrant old wine. The more you drink, the more you get drunk

Two people hugged each other for a long time. The atmosphere was sometimes as gentle as the moonlight on a spring night and sometimes as fierce as a storm.

At this moment, there are no other things in their world, only each other, and they can only hear each other's messy heartbeat and breathing.

Unable to suppress the rapidly burning enthusiasm in his heart, Xiao Moxuan suddenly turned over and exchanged a position with Meng Xiaoxiao, trapping his beloved girl firmly under him.

Seeing Xiao Moxuan's action, Meng Xiaoxiao immediately sobered up his reason and pushed him to murmur, "you're not dying! Get up."

"I miss you..." Xiao Moxuan held Meng Xiaoxiao's waist tightly and refused to let go, just like a wayward child.

"But you are still ill..." Meng Xiaoxiao said with a red face.

"I'm not sick there. I'm fine." Xiao Moxuan said with a bad smile: "do you want to try?"

"You... Bah! Hooligan..." Meng Xiaoxiao stared at him gently, and his cheeks were burning like a fire.

"Just like before, I only treat you as a rogue." Xiao Moxuan quibbled with an unchanged face and whispered close to her: "Xiaoxiao, when can you comfort me? I've been hungry for several years and something's going to go wrong."

"... at least, you have to wait until you are fully recovered and discharged from the hospital." Meng Xiaoxiao lowered his eyes and said slightly uneasily.

"OK! I remember." Xiao Moxuan raised his eyebrows and smiled. The smile was like the lake rippling under the spring sun, sending out wisps of tenderness: "from now on, I'll look forward to being discharged every day."

"You'll think about these crooked thoughts all day!" Meng Xiaoxiao said in embarrassment, pushed him away and said, "well, get up and I'll pour you water and medicine."

"If you don't want these crooked thoughts, you won't be called a man." Xiao Moxuan smiled and wanted to pester her: "lie down with me again."

"Oh, stop making trouble. If you make trouble again, you will delay your taking medicine." Meng Xiaoxiao had to keep a small face.

"Obey your husband's life." Xiao Moxuan pecked greedily on her cherry red lips again, which released her.

Meng Xiaoxiao got out of bed, helped Xiao Moxuan pour warm boiled water, watched him take the medicine, and then sat at the head of the bed to chat with him.

Xiao Moxuan gently grabbed her and sighed: "Xiaoxiao, I feel so happy now. It's like a dream. Won't you leave me again?"

"You always say I'm stupid. I think you're stupid." Meng Xiaoxiao couldn't help but give him a white eye and said angrily, "I'm alive in front of you every day. Do you still say it's a dream? Are you afraid I'll leave?"

"Ha ha, I'm a fool." Xiao Moxuan smiled contentedly: "we two fools just make up a pair."

The two men were chatting and joking warmly. The door of the ward outside suddenly rang. It seemed that someone came in quietly.

Meng Xiaoxiao thought he was a nurse or a doctor, but he didn't care much. He just separated from Xiao Moxuan a little.

When the sound of footsteps came to their room, Meng Xiaoxiao and Xiao Moxuan looked up at random, and they couldn't help but be surprised.

At this time, standing at the door was Li Jiaxue, who had disappeared in the mausoleum for a long time.

Li Jiaxue doesn't know where she came from? It seems that the situation is very bad. Not only is the dress far less exquisite than before, but the whole person is very haggard. And his face was blue and purple, as if he had just had a fight with Meng Xiaoxiao in front of the beauty salon.

Seeing Meng Xiaoxiao and Xiao Moxuan intimately staying in the ward together, she didn't have any unexpected reaction. It seemed that she had expected it long ago. She didn't glance at Meng Xiaoxiao, but looked at Xiao Moxuan straight: "brother Xuan, although you won't let me call you brother, I'll call you that for the last time."

"Why did you come back?" Xiao Moxuan felt that his good mood was swept away and opened his mouth coldly.

Li Jiaxue smiled bitterly and raised his hands stained with blood, but his voice was very calm: "I killed someone and came to say goodbye to you."

Meng Xiaoxiao stared in amazement. Then he noticed that the color of Li Jiaxue's clothes was not quite right. It seemed that it was also stained with blood.

Just because she is wearing a dark dress with big flowers, if she doesn't pay attention, she can't see it.

Xiao Moxuan tightened his dark eyebrows and finally looked at Li Jiaxue carefully, but he didn't say anything.