Princess hard to chase: demon husband, don't be reckless!

Chapter 328

Nest on the bed, after midnight, the window was bustling, only to hear someone screaming that there was a fire, a fire.

Beiming Wan'er's brain was blurred, and her little face was red.

Suddenly remembering the scene of being trapped by fire last time, she couldn't help but sing, grabbed the quilt under her body, and the whole person trembled uncontrollably.

A blaze of fire——

"No, No."

He Lianyun crazily held the girl's soft and greasy face in one hand and her waist in the other, but she was like a drowning man, grasping the only straw.

Grab his skirt.

The posture is extremely fragrant.

He slept in his middle coat. Her little hand grabbed the buckle on him and almost leaned her whole face against his chest.

Wet eyelashes with tears, wet his clothes, close to his skin, and the mist like beads turned into a pool of light water stains.

"Nightmare?"

He leaned over her ear and asked in a low voice.

No one answered.

She is not awake yet, still sleeping in her dream.

She patted her back gently with her hand. She had a headache.

The cry outside became clearer and clearer.

[Princess mansion is on fire, someone set fire]

[some people fight, I'm afraid it's premeditated. Your highness is married today and sleeps in the palace at night. The enemy is well prepared]

Princess mansion is only two blocks away from here. If it had been in the past, he would have dressed to see it, but now it is different from the past.

The woman now nestled in his arms was flushed and delirious.

"Wan'er, wake up."

"Help me, help me..." her eyes were full of beautiful tears.

He was silent for a moment, sighed, wrapped her in a blanket, got up and held her in his arms.

Rub your toes against the ground, look for soft shoes and gently set them.

Beiming Wan'er grabbed his wrist and pulled his body in the quilt. Her chest was half exposed. Because she was ill, she looked like she had been hurt and loved by someone and trembled with fear.

He breathed gently on the wings of his nose, his little face was still red, and there were several kiss marks on his slender butterfly bone and neck.

Looking at him, he blushed, his heart beat and his thoughts wandered.

However, her exposed skin was crystal clear, showing a blush, and her red lips were slightly held back. It looked like a poor little girl who had been bullied.

Put on her clothes and he took her to cook soup and medicine.

There was a small stew pot in the study. There was no firewood. He lit the books placed in the inn with candles as firewood and boiled soup.

The smell of books was mixed with the smell of burning Book scraps, and the white fog in the room could not disperse.

He took her to the window and opened it to reveal a corner.

As soon as the cold wind blew in, she opened her eyes as if she had been stimulated.

"Cold, why so cold." Her trembling long eyelashes blurred her eyes, overflowed with a voice of uncontrollable Jiao Yin crying, and her delicate cherry lips were slightly open.

He looked impetuous, her beautiful little face was suffused with a delicate red tide, and her misty eyes stared at him awkwardly and wrongly, as if blaming him for his cruelty to her.

"It's so cold. I have to wear clothes and a lot of clothes."

Her half awake look is really annoying. He stared at her quietly for a moment, lifted his thin lips and kissed her with a smile.

Holding her for a circle, he isolated the air outlet and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "now."

"Hold tight, it's still cold."

She leaned lazily in his arms, the slender bed legs surrounded him, and the exposed fragrant shoulder jade back didn't deliberately close to him, but she still touched the back of his hand.

Both of them trembled.

His temperature is extremely low.

Her temperature is very high.

Two extremes.

Beiming Wan'er's forehead is even hotter. Her hands have distinct abdominal muscles. Her elegant and smooth lines make her a little nervous. What is she doing now?

Before she could react, the man released his hand and put her on the soft collapse, close to the study.

Like throwing it away, her tail bone hit a pile of books on the soft collapse, and she snorted with pain.

Water mist appeared in his eyes, and his foggy eyes stared at him.

"Bad guys."

He Lianyun threw several crushed herbs into the stew pot, stretched out his hand and lifted her soft hands.

The tone is difficult to distinguish happiness and anger.

"You said me?"

"Or myself?"

She always thought the conversation was very familiar, but she couldn't remember where to talk. Anyway, he hurt her.

He wanted to take out some books that were grinding under him and throw them on the ground, but he had a strong grip on her wrist.

"Don't make a fuss. Take the medicine later."

He raised the lid of the hot stew pot with a damp cloth and was stunned at the thick liquid that filtered out the grass smell and fainted the soup.

I found a wooden spoon, stirred it a few times and made a spoonful of soup.

Took a sip.

Very bitter.

Seeing her staring at herself, he had a bad idea.

Staring at her attractive sweet lips, he couldn't help but bow his head and put the wooden spoon against her mouth: "lick."

Intuition tells Beiming Wan'er that this smelly and bitter herb is not a good thing. She doesn't open her mouth.

The green and astringent slap face is covered with delicacy because of pinching, just like a newborn kitten.

Can only be coquettish and coquettish.

"If you don't drink, you won't get well and will be infected. How many days do you want to sleep on the collapse?"

Beiming Wan'er was looked at by the man's eyes. She bit her lips weakly and didn't speak proudly.

He Lianyun wanted to beat her up.

She didn't speak, neither did he.

Until her brain became clear from confusion, until the soup in his wooden spoon became cool from boiling hot.

His hand was suddenly pressed down and the wooden spoon was held in his mouth. He saw her reach out and buckle his wrist, lengthening her tone: "good drink?"

"Very bitter, very bitter."

Her eyes and tail were slightly upturned, and her simple movements were made a little bright and enchanting by her.

She sipped her mouth and felt the bitter taste in her throat. She choked her little face more red.

After calming down for a while, I found that there was no way. I directly wrapped a blanket and came down from the couch to find something to remove the sweetness in my mouth.

As soon as she saw the melon and fruit snacks on the desk in the study, she walked over uncontrollably, picked up a red jujube and stuffed it into her mouth.

Before swallowing it successfully, he was pinched by someone's jaw. He Lianyun's face was not good. He stretched out his hand to hold her white, soft and greasy cheek, and the other hand reached into her mouth.

"Spit it out."

She opened her eyes angrily and closed her mouth to protect the food.

His lips rubbed his fingers.

Saliva wet the index finger with a thin cocoon.

He put his hand against the red dates in his mouth, and she closed her mouth before his thumb reached in.

Tut.

"I said, spit it out."

She was at a loss and let his voice sink in her ear.

He leaned over his face and breathed on her cheek.

The golden fluff was clearly visible in the candle light. She was persistent and refused to speak. Her biting strength was neither light nor heavy.

He Lianyun's crazy body slowly approached her, hooked the red dates in her mouth, and his eyes became darker and darker.

An unidentified sound came from his nose. He suddenly whispered, pulled out his fingers and replaced his hands with his mouth.

Kissed her on the lips.

Beiming Wan'er's mind was buzzing and buzzing.

Good looking eyes flickered, eyelashes gently brushed her cheek and closed her eyes.

He Lianyun's crazy left hand bypassed her back, held her and sat on the master's chair at the desk, biting the jujube in her mouth.

A bite.

Then bite out.

She opened her eyes sharply.

"How can you do this?"

His chin rubbed the top of her hair slightly, and there was no tenderness in his soothing tone.

In the quiet room, he could only hear the sound of chewing red dates.

"What?"

The vague voice reddened her ears. Remembering that jujube was still in her mouth, she suddenly felt the whole mouth hot and red.

“……”

She lowered her eyes and lost some of her eyes. I don't know whether it was because she didn't eat red dates or because he stayed too short.

"Not enough?"

His eyes were light, like a layer of evening wind, which dispersed when the fog blew.

Piansheng was burned in front of the book case. At this time, only ash smoke floated in his direction.

The bad smell made Beiming Waner hold her breath.

Holding her breath, she heard her heartbeat.

"Bang bang"

Looking at her mouth, he gently moved his eyes away, afraid that he would turn into a wolf in the next second.

He's crazy.

They had been able to do so many things for her since they had known each other for so long.

Pour the bitter soup into the jade porcelain cup, and he holds the jade porcelain cup.

It's not just a spoon of medicine, a big cup full of bitterness.

She swallowed.

"I can't drink it all. Do you know how bitter the medicine juice is? I can't drink it without sugar."

"I can drink. Why can't you?"

“……”

Beiming Waner thinks her brain is broken. What is this, forcing her to drink medicine?

When did he Lianyun crazy care about her so much.

Should she drink the medicine with joy, but she doesn't know what's wrong. She doesn't like to drink medicine since she was a child.

Later, it was found that brother was like this, and so was software Li, so their fear of hardship is inherited.

"I'm afraid of hardship." She pinched her hand and held down the trill.

He thought for a while, but his words were still unsatisfactory.

"The effect of adding sugar is poor."

Her hands are cold. She sits in his arms and rubs her hands. They all say that friction generates heat, but now her body is getting colder and colder.

Because there's a big iceberg under me.

"Since the effect of adding sugar is not good, then... Forget it... Anyway, it will be better sooner or later. No less than those days. "

Besides, he seems worried when she is ill.

This is a good phenomenon.

He can be nervous about her, which is what she wants.

Grabbed his little thumb, she asked tentatively, "don't drink."

He Lianyun was mad, angry and funny. Before she opened her mouth and spoke, he directly stuffed the cup into her mouth.

“？？？” Asshole, she stared wide. She felt her head was put back and fell down. The potion, pour it down your mouth.

I've never seen such a person fill medicine. He Lianyun is a villain.

She trembled and swallowed the medicine in her mouth. She refused to swallow it. She pushed him with her hands and feet. She was in a hurry.

Afraid that the soup in her mouth would spit out when she spoke, she just kept using her eyes to indicate that she didn't want it.

Unexpectedly, he Lianyun suddenly turned his head, close to her ear and bit her earlobe: "good. We sleep together. If we don't drink, you will infect me. Are you willing? "