Transmigrated Princess

Su Xiangwan finally made a noise, but only spit out a word.

Zhao Rongxian listened attentively, but after the word "I", there was no follow-up.

His intuition is that this may be a very important thing.

"Speak slowly and don't worry."

Su Xiangwan not only didn't go on, but she suddenly took her hand out of Zhao Rongxian's palm, pressed her heart hard and breathed hard.

It's not that she doesn't want to say.

Su Xiangwan found out - she couldn't say it.

The throat seemed to be strangled by something. Not only could not pronounce half a syllable, but even the air in the chest seemed to be insufficient.

She looked as white as a ghost.

Zhao Rongxian was suddenly surprised and helped her steady, so as to prevent her from falling into the water in a trance.

This feeling of suffocation didn't last long. When Su Xiangwan felt that he was going to faint for a moment, he suddenly heard Zhao Rongxian yell at her.

Her mind returned, and the suffocation disappeared.

"I......" she was confused.

"I'm fine." she looked around and tried again. "I can talk."

Su Xiangwan returned to normal.

She has nothing to do now.

Zhao Rongxian looked at her with a worried look in his eyes.

Su Xiangwan hurriedly said, "I'm fine."

She looked as if nothing had happened, but her heart was sad.

Zhao Rongxian whispered, "it's late at night. You may be too tired and get caught in the rain, so you're a little uncomfortable."

These words sound reasonable.

Su Xiangwan knows his body.

She is not tired or uncomfortable.

There was another reason for the discomfort just now.

Her mind drifted to a possibility.

"I'm not uncomfortable." Su Xiangwan shook her head. She grabbed Zhao Rongxian's sleeve. "Zhao Rongxian, what I want to say is..."

Yes - yes, I like you.

Su Xiangwan couldn't say it again.

The sense of suffocation on the verge of death made her dizzy.

Zhao Rongxian hurriedly pressed her: "if you have anything to say in the future, don't be in a hurry. You're not right. Maybe you have to find Yongchuan to help you."

Su Xiangwan quickly shook his head and refused while he was awake.

She probably knows what's going on.

It was like choking off what she was going to say.

After the feeling of suffocation, she was sweating and felt the whole person trembling.

Su Xiangwan stumbled, and there were steps under his feet.

It was wet and slippery. With such a wrong step, she stepped into the air. Although she was held steady by Zhao Rongxian, she sprained her foot.

This burst of pain is tearing my heart and lungs.

Su Xiangwan couldn't stand now.

She pulled Zhao Rongxian's sleeve, her finger bones turned white, and even her words changed tone.

"I... I sprained my foot."

She can speak again, but Su Xiangwan has no intention to express herself.

It really hurts.

The pain made her cry.

Zhao Rongxian helped her and sat down on the edge of the corridor.

"In my last life, I probably... Killed the writer's family." she gasped and scolded in a small voice.

Su Xiangwan felt that she would not die on the road of house fight.

Those bitter dramas and great dramas of abuse of the body and heart will not come true.

But the script will torture her in a different way.

She may become the first woman to die on the road of confession.

Zhao Rongxian heard clearly, but he couldn't understand. He could only ask, "what did you say?"

Su Xiangwan waved his hand with a hard face, indicating that he had nothing to do.

She used her last breath to scold the screenwriter. Now it hurts so much that she can't speak.

Seeing that she was in pain, Zhao Rongxian immediately reached out and touched her ankle.

He didn't have to look. Su Xiangwan's sprain hurt his muscles and bones.

"Fortunately, the injury was not serious." Zhao Rong said in a voice.

When Su Xiangwan was filming, it was common to get hurt or something.

But this body and her Xiao Ting's body are one day at a time.

She thought it was a sprain. She said her legs were broken. She believed it.

Miss Qianjin, who grew up in the greenhouse and was cared for, had a bunch of people nervously around the body to be treated with medicine. Can she have the same sensitivity to pain as the body she raised when Xiao Ting was rough and fleshy?

She was exhausted with pain and suddenly felt a cold on her feet. Only then did she find that Zhao Rongxian took off her shoes and socks.

Su Xiangwan didn't have time to feel uncomfortable at all. Zhao Rongxian just pressed it, and she was terrified by the pain.

In this burst of terrified pain, Su Xiangwan's only thought was - fortunately, I just freshened up.

Zhao Rongxian didn't know where to turn out a bottle of wound medicine from his body, and then said, "don't move, just wipe some medicine."

Su Xiangwan slowed down and had the strength to speak again.

"How on earth did you hide things? How could you hide so much?"

She remembered that when the two fell off the cliff, Zhao Rongxian searched her inside and outside. As a result, when she had a fever, she could still feed her a pill.

At that time, she wondered where he was hiding.

Zhao Rongxian saw that her face was blue with pain and she was in the mood to ask these strange questions. Besides being distressed, she was inevitably a little funny.

"If you want to know, you'll find out when you search." he said slowly, which will be able to flirt back. "Bear it - it'll hurt."

Su Xiangwan bit his teeth. Just as he wanted to talk, a pain came from his feet. The whole person was not well.

Tears hung from the corners of her eyes, wet as if she were crying. In fact, they were physical tears that hurt too much.

Zhao Rongxian grabbed her ankle with one hand, applied the wound medicine, and carefully pressed it along the affected area.

Her pain made the whole person tense. Zhao Rongxian couldn't help but press her other hand along Su Xiangwan's lower leg to prevent her from moving in pain.

Women are always more delicate.

In the past, Zhao Rongxian had no idea about this, but he just pressed it slightly along his lower leg, and he obviously saw a red mark floating up. Except for the sprained bruise looming on his ankle, other places left red marks similar to fingerprints.

Those fingerprints on the snow-white feet pricked his throat.

Zhao Rongxian used a little strength, and his fingerprints became more and more clear. He clearly reminded him that this was the trace he left on her and belonged to him - she was so fragile that she was afraid to touch it at that time, and there was no place on her to see anyone.

He asked bewildered, "does it really hurt?"

Su Xiangwan trembled into two syllables, "what do you say..."

She thought Zhao Rongxian would show mercy appropriately, but he didn't seem to know what pity is. Su Xiangwan thought he used more strength.

It's better not to press it. At least take a rest. The pain is relieved and can be eliminated a little.

When you press it on the wound, it feels like sprinkling salt on the wound, which is actually twice the pain.

Zhao Rongxian should have never taken medicine for anyone in his life - will he?

Her eyes were wet, and she looked like she was crying. "Be gentle... It hurts..."