Chapter 31

Han Fei was stunned, but he didn't admit it directly. Instead, he said, "Lord, is there something wrong with your health?"

The man took back his sight, and his slender fingertip gently touched the book on his knee and said, "No."

At this time, a gust of wind blowing, the dead trees outside the window made a rustle, the man sitting by the window slightly closed his eyes, his black hair was lifted up, and the weak figure seemed to die with the wind.

A slight chill rose. The temperature was still a little low at night. Hanfei shivered and frowned at the open window. Then she went over and closed the window.

The man did not stop, but his eyes fell on Han Fei, which made Han Fei shiver, but he coughed twice and said, "it's cool at night. It's better not to get cold by the wind."

After that, Han Fei looked at a dark green robe lying on the bed. Without hesitation, she went over and picked up the robe. The handle felt very good. The material must be not bad, but it was very warm.

She took the robe and was about to put it on the man's body when her wrist was tightly grasped, and her jade cold fingertips pressed on her skin, as if to be frostbitten.

Han Fei froze her body, and was annoyed that she could not mend her fault. How could she forget that the sick man in front of her would have killed her.

The man raised his eyes. The mask on his face made Hanfei unable to see through his face. However, the indifference in those eyes still made her heart tremble.

Han Fei didn't open her hand, but said with a low eyebrow: "sorry, it's Hanfei crossing the line."

It seems that her actions are out of the ordinary in the eyes of the ancients. Her modern habits have not been completely changed, and she has forgotten what era this is.

Half ring, the man slowly said: "you worry about me."

This is a positive sentence, there is no doubt in the tone.

Han Fei in the bottom of my heart self mockery of the sentence, you are the goal of my life here, how can not worry about it? But this sentence also only dares to say in the bottom of my heart, on the face Han Fei pulled an excuse.

"Han Fei once promised that he would do his best, go through fire and water, bow to the Lord, and die."

Think of that day under a nervous words, Han Fei can not help but happy.

The man was slightly surprised for a moment, holding Han Fei's hand also slowly relaxed, pulled back, put on the leg, light said: "you remember."

Han Fei put on his robe and carefully controlled his strength. He was afraid that his strange force would break the sick rice seedling king.

"Hanfei naturally remembers."

It's hard not to remember, because the system is so nervous, tut.

"Well."

Then there was no interest.

Han Fei hesitated for a moment and then said, "Lord, I'm going to give you acupuncture on your legs. You..."

Would you mind showing your big white legs?

Han Fei didn't dare to say the latter sentence, but she saw that the hands on the man's lap quietly clenched.

Until this moment, Hanfei understood that this man was not as cold as he seemed. He still cared Expose your weakest points.

The bottom of my heart is a little complicated.

"No need."

He refused.

Han Fei frowned and said, "Lord, don't you believe me?"

The man closed the book, looked up and closed his eyes, and said, "you go back."

The words have already taken the meaning of chasing guests.

Han Fei was a little tough and said, "if you don't treat me, when the season changes, the king will feel bad!"

A person with leg disease does not mean that the lower body is paralyzed, and the weak sense of touch still exists. However, due to the fact that he does not work all the year round, his joints have become rusty. When it rains in the next season, the patient will be in agony. This kind of situation is not uncommon in modern times.

What's more, if this king refuses to treat, how can she repay her debt!

"You, go back."

Han Fei said obstinately, "I don't!"

The man looked at her in surprise. Maybe he didn't understand how the man who was afraid just now had courage so much.

"If the Lord doesn't want me to see it, Hanfei will just close her eyes."

The man pursed his mouth and looked at the woman in front of him, with a firm light in his eyes. It was clear that the round face had no beauty, but the eyes were bright and eye-catching.

"Can you?"

"I can!" Han Fei insists.

The man drew up the corner of his lips, then stretched out his hand to tear off the dark green ribbon wrapped in his hair. His long hair spread down, and his white chin was more warm and moist.

He handed the ribbon over and said, "take it."

Han Fei did not hesitate to take over, and then wrapped his eyes, dark green ribbon still has a trace of his breath, it is cold, with a light smell of medicine.Hearing the sound of hearing the sound, Han Fei's face was tinged with a trace of red, but because of the big round face, the blush was not obvious. She coughed uneasily and tried to straighten her doctor's mind.

Soon, his voice sounded in his ear, "OK."

Han Fei took out her needle bag and fumbled to get close to her, but when she couldn't see, she nearly tripped over.

A slender arm reached out and grabbed her wrist, and the voice said, "come here."

Han Fei is more uneasy, but still along the arm's traction slowly close, hand touched the armrest.

"Are you ready, Lord?"

Han Fei asked uncertainly.

But what Hanfei didn't know was that after she was close to her, the wind was close to her with a dagger in her hand, and her eyes were full of murderous breath.

An untrustworthy woman, with a needle in her hand, is close to the king, which is enough to make the wind cruel.

But the man stopped the wind with his eyes.

"Well."

Hearing the response, Hanfei took a deep breath and slowly exhaled a long breath. Then the uneasiness and unnatural on her face disappeared, and instead she was extremely serious, as if she was treating a sacred thing.

Her look surprised the man a little.

When Han Fei's hand touched the cold skin, her whole state of mind was immersed in a state of mind, without any thoughts of shame. At the moment, she is a doctor, and her subordinates are patients who need her.

Hands with scorching temperature pressed on Qin Che's legs, Han Fei's fingers are fleshy, very soft. Because of her fatness, her body temperature is higher than that of ordinary people. This kind of heat is shivering for Qin Che, who is always in low temperature all the year round.

Warm hands, cold skin, in contact, a little spread, as if belong to her temperature all dyed his body, no one So close to him.

Frozen for more than ten years, the heart of the lake, with a trace of cracks, Qin Che looked at Han Fei's line of sight suddenly deep.

The hand on the armchair couldn't hold on.

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