The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 158 The Disaster of His Highness's Pampering (52)

Aunt Jiang's eyes lit up, come alive?
She coughed lightly, "Who?"

The servant outside the door whispered: "Sister-in-law, Your Highness is looking for you."

Now, Concubine Jiang's status in the Fourth Prince's Mansion is unusual, and all the servants and maids in the mansion have to respectfully call her sister.

Aunt Jiang paused slightly when she heard the words.

Gu Shiyou is back.

Fortunately, I didn't have time to take off my clothes, otherwise I would have to dress again.

She blew on the lamp, went to the door and opened it.

The servant waiting at the door looked at Concubine Jiang respectfully, and nodded slightly to her: "Sister-in-law, good evening."

"Let's go."

Concubine Jiang asked him as she walked, "When did Your Highness come back?"

He replied, "About half an hour ago."

Aunt Jiang nodded her head.

Later, the servants took Aunt Jiang to Gu Shiyou's bedroom. There was no one in the room. Aunt Jiang looked at it, sat on a chair beside her, and ate the cakes on the table, waiting for Gu Shiyou to come back.

It's late at night, why call her over?
Lonely man and widow, do you want her to warm his bed?
Thinking of this, Aunt Jiang shook her head tut-tut.

Forget it.

Gu Shiyou despised her, how could he let her warm the bed.

She still likes her bed very much.

She had just finished eating a piece of pastry when Gu Shiyou came in wearing a beige cloak after taking a shower.

Aunt Jiang took a look, poured herself a cup of tea calmly, took a sip to moisten her throat.

Gu Shiyou just glanced at her indifferently, and didn't care about her ignorance of the rules, as if she was used to it long ago, and also seemed to acquiesce in her being so unscrupulous.

He walked over and untied the rope tied at the neckline, leaving the beige cloak hanging aside.

Aunt Jiang watched him silently from behind.

It was found that his face was much paler than two days ago, and his whole body seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

The snow-white undershirt and long gown made the whole person extremely thin, with the ink scattered on the back and a little hanging on the shoulders.

The dim candlelight fell on the young man's tall and delicate browbones, the long eyelashes drooped down, the dark pupils were extremely deep, and the end of the long eyes was dyed with a mist, which sculpted the young man's beauty indistinctly. As gentle as jade.

Tonight's him seemed to have lost some of his gloomy hostility, and had grown a little more calm and indifferent.

It seemed that suddenly, he became weaker a lot.

Sick look.

He suddenly coughed lightly, with the back of his hand slightly touching his lips, his long eyelashes drooping slightly, and his beautifully shaped eyes were stained a little scarlet.

The whole person looked somewhat fragile and harmless, like a beautiful and delicate beauty.

The lips became more and more bright red and delicate, supporting the sickly pale skin, which was extraordinarily eerie and cold in the dense night.

Concubine Jiang put down the teacup and began to ask Gu Shiyou: "Your Highness is so late, what can I do for you?"

Gu Shiyou's lips were bright red, and just about to open them, he suddenly coughed several times, his brows were tightly frowned, extremely pitiful.

He pressed his lips, walked to the bedside step by step with difficulty, then raised his hand to wave to Aunt Jiang.

Seeing this, she paused slightly, but still walked over.

As soon as she walked to the young man's side, the girl's slender waist was hugged by the person in front of her.

With his long arms around her, she was easily held in his arms.

Aunt Jiang frowned in displeasure, and was about to struggle when she suddenly realized that Gu Shiyou's body was unbelievably cold.

Clinging to her body, it was like a piece of ice, with no warmth at all.

Aunt Jiang looked at him with lowered eyebrows, a little hesitant: "...Gu Shiyou?"

The beautiful His Majesty who was hugging her seemed to be extraordinarily weak, and didn't care about her calling her by her first name. He just gently hugged her and leaned lazily on her neck.

low voice.

"Don't move, let me hug you."

"Isn't it my personal maid, warm the bed for me."

(End of this chapter)