Sir Ares,Goodnight!

But at the bottom of my heart, a stubborn voice rang out, "Yan Zhengling, are you willing to give him up?"

Her answer was so determined, "no, I'll never give up on him. Never -- "

Zhan hanjue is sitting on the bed depressed. He has a stomach attack. He covered his colic stomach with one hand. There was cold sweat on his forehead. His face was a little white.

In recent years, his cleanliness mania attacks almost every day, leading to frequent vomiting in his stomach. The body is getting weaker and weaker. In addition, in recent days, he can't eat well, sleep well, and do heavy physical work, which makes his body on the verge of collapse.

Now it's in the hands of the female devil. He's afraid he can't resist it.

Looking at this strange luxury room, the corner of his mouth raised a hint of self mockery. If he died here, it seems like a good destination.

Yan Zhengling pushed the door in and stood in front of him, looking at him without expression.

After seeing his pale face, Yan Zhengling's eyes flashed a touch of panic. She stepped in front of him and touched his forehead, which was cold.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked.

Zhan hanjue looked at her coldly, a little surprised. He seemed to see the concern in her eyes. Is it his illusion?

"I'm a little hungry." He said it out of the blue.

Yan Zhengling turns around and comes to the kitchen.

Quick action for him to do a bowl of stomach Babao lean porridge. Then bring it to him.

Zhan hanjue had an appetite when he saw such a light eight treasure porridge.

These days, he can't bear the spicy and oily box lunch on the construction site.

But Zhan hanjue's left hand was handcuffed, and he had only his right hand. He didn't know how to solve the problem of carrying his own bowl and eating by himself.

After all, he didn't dare to trouble the devil.

When he hesitated, Yan Zhengling scooped up a spoonful of porridge, put it on his lips and blew it, then fed it into his mouth.

Zhan hanjue was not at ease.

"You untie me. I eat it myself. " He looked at her.

Yan Zhengling hesitated. He has a family now. If you let him go, I'm afraid he will run away.

"I won't run." He looked a little dark. "Besides, I didn't go anywhere."

Yan Zhengling is sad to hear that he is the prince of the imperial capital who once only touched heaven.

But now it has been reduced to the plight of relying on women to support their families and being despised by their mother-in-law.

Maybe to make him proud. Yan Zhengling silently opens the shackles.

Zhan hanjue holds the bowl, even if he is hungry. But it's still very elegant.

After eating a bowl, he asked Yan Zhengling, "is there anything else?"

Yan Zhengling

How could he have such a good appetite before?

"No more."

Zhan hanjue stood up with the bowl. "I'll wash the dishes."

However, as soon as he got up, his weak body faltered violently. When Yan Zhengling reached out to help him, he fell directly on her.

The bowl in his hand fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Through the thin material, Yan Zhengling felt his body very hot.

"You have a fever?" Yan Zhengling frowned.

Her hand fell on his waist, and there was no idea that men and women were not compatible.

"I didn't." He pushed her away.

Yan Zhengling was very depressed. "I mean your temperature has gone up?"

Zhan hanjue