Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

Rou Rou held the arrow tightly, not daring to open her eyes at all.

In the next second, the body was pulled away.

There was a sound of chaotic footsteps, and then the anxious voice of the imperial doctor——

"Quick! Stop the bleeding!"

"cloth!"

"Hot water!"

"Scissors!"

"medicine!"

"..."

Even with her eyes closed, Gentle can imagine how chaotic the whole scene was.

She didn't dare to open her eyes, for fear of seeing something terrible.

Heart "pounding -" beating wildly.

It wasn't until the noisy voice gradually disappeared that it slowly stabilized.

I do not know how long it has been……

"Princess, you can open your eyes now, the prince's wound has been bandaged." The steward's voice rang in his ears.

With a gentle shock, he slowly opened his eyes.

Sure enough, as the steward said, the imperial doctor has already dealt with everything.

At this time, Dongfang Aoshi was half lying on the bed, his upper body was naked and wrapped in a thick bandage.

Although his face was pale, he seemed to be in good spirits.

So, is it all right?

Gentle and dumbfounded, he looked around——

The ground was covered with blood-stained white cloths.

The water in the basin has even been dyed red...

A long sigh of relief.

"Bang-"

The arrow in his hand fell to the ground, Wen Rou's legs went limp, and he fell onto the chair.

My mind went blank, and I couldn't care about whether the arrow was broken or not.

"Princess, you are covered in blood, take a bath first, and change your clothes." The steward walked over with the clothes.

He looked at the steward tenderly, nodded stiffly, and left with her.

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After soaking in a hot bath, the gentle mood finally calmed down a bit.

But my hands were still shaking, and I couldn't even tie my clothes on by myself.

I can't even lift the belt, as if it weighs tens of thousands of catties.

It was hard to hold it steady, but it was wrong again.

I was really terrified by what happened just now.

"Princess, let me do it." The steward said.

Nod gently.

Normally, gentlemen don't need help from others when it comes to dressing.

Now is a special situation, Wen Rou has no way to complete it by herself, and can only rely on the steward to help.

"How is he doing now?" Gentle asked.

"Is the princess talking about the prince? The prince's wound has been healed and he is sleeping now." The steward paused, "The imperial doctor said that as long as you don't have a fever tonight, you should be fine."

Nod gently.

After a while, he asked again, "Has he...had he eaten?"

"The maids prepared it, but the lord said he has no appetite and doesn't want to eat." The steward sighed, "After so much blood, the lord's body is very weak now, and the imperial doctor also said that it is best to eat it." Order something, so that you will have the strength to resist the next six hours. But the prince refuses to eat anything, and the subordinates have been persuading it to no avail, the prince just refuses to listen."

The steward sighed again.

Gentleness can understand the difficulties of managing things.

Dongfang Aoshi's temper is like this, he is self-centered, and no one can persuade him to do things he doesn't want to do.

If he keeps talking and angering him, he will definitely die a miserable death.

This is Wen Rou's experience in the palace for so long.Rou Rou held the arrow tightly, not daring to open her eyes at all.

In the next second, the body was pulled away.

There was a sound of chaotic footsteps, and then the anxious voice of the imperial doctor——

"Quick! Stop the bleeding!"

"cloth!"

"Hot water!"

"Scissors!"

"medicine!"

"..."

Even with her eyes closed, Gentle can imagine how chaotic the whole scene was.

She didn't dare to open her eyes, for fear of seeing something terrible.

Heart "pounding -" beating wildly.

It wasn't until the noisy voice gradually disappeared that it slowly stabilized.

I do not know how long it has been……

"Princess, you can open your eyes now, the prince's wound has been bandaged." The steward's voice rang in his ears.

With a gentle shock, he slowly opened his eyes.

Sure enough, as the steward said, the imperial doctor has already dealt with everything.

At this time, Dongfang Aoshi was half lying on the bed, his upper body was naked and wrapped in a thick bandage.

Although his face was pale, he seemed to be in good spirits.

So, is it all right?

Gentle and dumbfounded, he looked around——

The ground was covered with blood-stained white cloths.

The water in the basin has even been dyed red...

A long sigh of relief.

"Bang-"

The arrow in his hand fell to the ground, Wen Rou's legs went limp, and he fell onto the chair.

My mind went blank, and I couldn't care about whether the arrow was broken or not.

"Princess, you are covered in blood, take a bath first, and change your clothes." The steward walked over with the clothes.

He looked at the steward tenderly, nodded stiffly, and left with her.

********************************************************************* ***********

After soaking in a hot bath, the gentle mood finally calmed down a bit.

But my hands were still shaking, and I couldn't even tie my clothes on by myself.

I can't even lift the belt, as if it weighs tens of thousands of catties.

It was hard to hold it steady, but it was wrong again.

I was really terrified by what happened just now.

"Princess, let me do it." The steward said.

Nod gently.

Normally, gentlemen don't need help from others when it comes to dressing.

Now is a special situation, Wen Rou has no way to complete it by herself, and can only rely on the steward to help.

"How is he doing now?" Gentle asked.

"Is the princess talking about the prince? The prince's wound has been healed and he is sleeping now." The steward paused, "The imperial doctor said that as long as you don't have a fever tonight, you should be fine."

Nod gently.

After a while, he asked again, "Has he...had he eaten?"

"The maids prepared it, but the lord said he has no appetite and doesn't want to eat." The steward sighed, "After so much blood, the lord's body is very weak now, and the imperial doctor also said that it is best to eat it." Order something, so that you will have the strength to resist the next six hours. But the prince refuses to eat anything, and the subordinates have been persuading it to no avail, the prince just refuses to listen."

The steward sighed again.

Gentleness can understand the difficulties of managing things.

Dongfang Aoshi's temper is like this, he is self-centered, and no one can persuade him to do things he doesn't want to do.

If he keeps talking and angering him, he will definitely die a miserable death.

This is Wen Rou's experience in the palace for so long.