Chapter 89

Murong Jie suddenly smiles and reaches out his hand to greet her.

Zian sat beside him and looked at him.

"You give me a sip, and I will tell you a secret, a secret about you." Murong Jie said very seriously.

Zian hesitated, her secret? What other secrets does she have that he knows but he doesn't know? Is it the owner's secret? The memory that the original owner left in his mind, though there are, is partly missing.

Her heart, but still shaking her head, "drink to take their own, you get better, you can take their own."

Although very interested, but as a doctor's career, she still has.

Murong Jie's head sank, "too stubborn girl is not likable."

Zi an put his hand into the bed, "the patient who is too disobedient is not liked by the doctor."

Murong Jie looked at her face, could not help but put out his hand, "your face is like a big cat, go to some medicine."

"I can't see. There's no mirror here, but it doesn't matter. The skin injury will soon get better." Zian didn't even disinfect.

"Bring it here." Murong Jie said with a straight face.

Zi an shook his head, "no need..."

"The second time!" Murong Jie sternly.

Zian had to take out a bottle of ointment from his sleeve bag. This ointment is specially for small trauma. It has the effect of disinfection and convergence. Xiao Tuo bought it from baohualin.

Murong Jie took the ointment, turned off the lid and smelled it. Then he wanted to struggle, but he found that he didn't have any strength at all. He had to say in a low voice: "come closer, I can't get up."

Zian had to sit closer to him. Sitting so close to him, he was more relaxed than when he met from a distance. At least he didn't feel the pressure of that kind of momentum.

However, without this sense of oppression, it was a bit more uncomfortable and embarrassed, because his breath was just below her, and the capital handsome face reflected a bit of gentle color in his eyes.

His fingers dug out some ointment and gently smeared it on her face. His finger pulp was very thick, and the touch was stinging on the wound.

In fact, he is as gentle as he can be, but this kind of war general is also a nobleman. Where has he ever done the job of serving others?

However, the ointment is cold, and it's very comfortable to apply on her face. After the tingling, it's cool and comfortable, which makes her tired almost lie down to sleep.

She opened her eyes slightly, and saw his long eyelashes blink at the bottom, speechless bewitching.

This excellent man, who will be her husband later, was so thinking that he could not control his lips and showed a look of shame and joy.

"What do you want to do with the appearance of flower maniac?" Murong Jie with fingers in her lips, his fingers residual ointment smell, some cold.

Zi'an quickly raised his head, coughed, his face burning red, "no, I'm thinking about something."

Murong Jie is not happy with the tunnel: "not finished, continue."

Zian was annoyed at his failure. Now he was in danger. What was wrong with him?

Where could this man be her? God would never treat her like this. Even if she married her, it was just due to the plot. The last thing she needed was a marriage to use each other.

When she put her face closer, she was much calmer.

After finishing painting, Murong Jie sighed softly, "I'm thirsty. Give me a drink."

Zi an chuckled, "no way!"

"Even if you dip a little cotton on my lips."

Zi an saw that he could not forget this mouthful, so he had to sigh softly like him, "just dip it on his lips!"

She got up, took the clean cotton used for disinfection, scooped a little out of the wine jar, dipped it in cotton, and then took it and gently printed it on his lips.

Because of fever and coma for a few days, his lips were very dry, and the wine was moist. He licked his lips twice with his tongue and looked at Zian, "print it again!"

Zi an uses that cotton to print again, Murong Jie frowns a way: "you have to go to wet again."

Zi an threw away the cotton ball. "No, it's a good deal."

"Just one bite?" Murong Jie stares big eyes and looks at him discontentedly, "I didn't even taste the wine."

Zi an stood up and said, "if you can't drink, drink medicine. If you are awake, you don't need to drink."

"A doctor like you is not considerate of patients at all." Murong Jie murmured.

Zi an ignored him and went out to warm the medicine.

He came in with the medicine and saw him lying quietly on the bed. There was an expression on his face that he could not tell whether it was sadness or anger.

When he saw her coming in, he immediately stopped and looked at her with a relaxed expression.

He just sat beside the bed with a spoon to feed the medicine.He was very cooperative and drank all the medicine. Then he put his head under his pillow and took a long breath.

He didn't ask a word about his injury and moved here, as if he wasn't interested at all.

The son placed the medicine bowl, unconsciously yawned.

Murong Jie looked at her, "come up to sleep."

Zi an looked back and almost thought he had heard wrong, "what?"

"You sleep in it." Murong Jie's face was light and genuine.

"I'll just lie down on the table." Zian then sat down and her heart beat.

"If you don't come up, I won't take medicine tomorrow." He did not call himself king.

Zi an frowned, "if you don't drink medicine, you don't cooperate with the treatment. It's you who suffer."

"Obviously I don't care." Murong Jie Liangliang tunnel.

Zi an was angry for no reason. "It's your body. Why don't you care? Everyone cares about their own

Murong Jie closed his eyes, "come up, the second time!"

This is the second time. Zian finds that she really has no way to deal with the Regent. She really wants to see what the consequences will be if she doesn't do it the second time and the third time.

But, still don't want to take risks, now he is harmless paper tiger, but, he will eventually become that cannibal tiger.

She took off her shoes and carefully went up from the bed without pressing his feet as much as possible. When she got to the bed, she found that the space was not as spacious as she had just seen, but it was enough to lie down, just close to him.

She lay flat with her hands on her abdomen, and did not dare to move.

"What do you mean? You're my fiancee, and we'll have to sleep in the same bed. " Murong Jie doesn't have a good way.

Hearing this, Zi an was slightly surprised and asked, "do you really want to marry me?"

Murong Jie tone with cold threat breath, "however, you still want to repent?"

"I just don't think you're the kind of person who can be manipulated. My reputation Not so good. " She wanted to say that her reputation was bad, but she didn't want to admit it in front of him.

Murong Jie closed his eyes, tone light way: "a good reputation of the girl, a grasp of a large number of Beijing."

Zi an was stunned and missed a beat on his chest. What did he mean by that?

There are a lot of well-known girls, but he still has no princess. Does that mean that he married her because he was forced by the queen and the Empress Dowager?

And that little bit, because he volunteered?

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