Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

Therefore, when the steward proposed that Wenrou should persuade Dongfang Aoshi, Wenrou refused decisively.

She didn't want to be treated as cannon fodder by Dongfang Aoshi.

What's more, so much blood in the room really frightened Wen Rou.

The steward tried to persuade him for half an hour, but he still said he was not gentle and gave up.

He ordered the servant girl to serve Wen Rou's dinner, while he silently stepped back to take care of Dongfang Aoshi.

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In the beginning, Gentle was very calm.

But as night fell more and more, Rourou began to be unable to sit still.

My mind started to think wildly.

I always feel that the ghost of the former princess may come out from the corner at any time and seek her life.

Rourou called all the maids over and asked them to stand beside her.

But this method still can't eliminate the fear in Wen Rou's heart.

Wenrou only lasted for half an hour, but couldn't hold on anymore.

"Whoosh—" stood up suddenly, and walked outside.

"Princess? Where are you going?" The servant girl followed closely.

Ruan didn't answer them, she took three steps in parallel and made two steps very fast, as if there was a ghost chasing after her.

The maids even had to trot to catch up with her.

Although it was late, Dongfang Aoshi's room was still brightly lit.

At the door, two rows of maids lined up neatly.

Seeing gentleness, I saluted immediately, "Princess."

Wenrou didn't have time to talk to them, she nodded casually and walked in.

The room has been thoroughly tidied—

All the blood-stained white cloths were gone, and the sheets had been changed.

Even the air seemed to have been cleaned, without any smell of blood at all.

Although the room was not as grand as outside the door, it was still crowded with many people.

There are stewards, maids, and imperial doctors...

Wen Wan is also here.

She sat beside Dongfang Aoshi's bed, tightly holding Dongfang Aoshi's hand, and after a while, she got up to touch Dongfang Aoshi's forehead and wiped his sweat.

Gentle footsteps paused, hesitating whether to leave.

But it was too late, Wen Wan had already discovered her.

"What are you doing here?" Wen Wan's face was dark and she yelled at the servant girl, "How did you guard the door? Who allowed her to enter?"

The maids lowered their heads in horror.

Wen Wan will never interfere with how Wen Wan treats the servants in the palace.

It's none of her business anyway.

But what Wen Wan just said was obviously aimed at herself.

Just right.

She hasn't calmed down about the map being torn.

Don't want to stay here by yourself, do you?

She wanted to stay there, her heart should be gentle!

She smiled softly and walked over.

On the bed... Dongfang Aoshi's face and lips were pale, and his forehead was constantly sweating.

what happened?

Wasn't she fine when she left?

It took only a while, how could it be so serious?

I couldn't help stretching out my hand to touch Dongfang Aoshi's forehead, "Doctor, this is...?"

"Princess, the prince has some signs of fever." The imperial doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "The subordinates have been cooling the prince, but the temperature of the prince has been rising..."

"You covered him with such a thick quilt, how could the temperature drop?" Wenrou couldn't believe it, Dongfang Aoshi was sweating like this, the imperial doctor actually covered him with several layers of quilts, and the windows of the room were still tightly shut Yes, the air doesn't circulate at all... So, when the steward proposed to persuade Dongfang Aoshi, Wen Rou decisively refused.

She didn't want to be treated as cannon fodder by Dongfang Aoshi.

What's more, so much blood in the room really frightened Wen Rou.

The steward tried to persuade him for half an hour, but he still said he was not gentle and gave up.

He ordered the servant girl to serve Wen Rou's dinner, while he silently stepped back to take care of Dongfang Aoshi.

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

In the beginning, Gentle was very calm.

But as night fell more and more, Rourou began to be unable to sit still.

My mind started to think wildly.

I always feel that the ghost of the former princess may come out from the corner at any time and seek her life.

Rourou called all the maids over and asked them to stand beside her.

But this method still can't eliminate the fear in Wen Rou's heart.

Wenrou only lasted for half an hour, but couldn't hold on anymore.

"Whoosh—" stood up suddenly, and walked outside.

"Princess? Where are you going?" The servant girl followed closely.

Ruan didn't answer them, she took three steps in parallel and made two steps very fast, as if there was a ghost chasing after her.

The maids even had to trot to catch up with her.

Although it was late, Dongfang Aoshi's room was still brightly lit.

At the door, two rows of maids lined up neatly.

Seeing gentleness, I saluted immediately, "Princess."

Wenrou didn't have time to talk to them, she nodded casually and walked in.

The room has been thoroughly tidied—

All the blood-stained white cloths were gone, and the sheets had been changed.

Even the air seemed to have been cleaned, without any smell of blood at all.

Although the room was not as grand as outside the door, it was still crowded with many people.

There are stewards, maids, and imperial doctors...

Wen Wan is also here.

She sat beside Dongfang Aoshi's bed, tightly holding Dongfang Aoshi's hand, and after a while, she got up to touch Dongfang Aoshi's forehead and wiped his sweat.

Gentle footsteps paused, hesitating whether to leave.

But it was too late, Wen Wan had already discovered her.

"What are you doing here?" Wen Wan's face was dark and she yelled at the servant girl, "How did you guard the door? Who allowed her to enter?"

The maids lowered their heads in horror.

Wen Wan will never interfere with how Wen Wan treats the servants in the palace.

It's none of her business anyway.

But what Wen Wan just said was obviously aimed at herself.

Just right.

She hasn't calmed down about the map being torn.

Don't want to stay here by yourself, do you?

She wanted to stay there, her heart should be gentle!

She smiled softly and walked over.

On the bed... Dongfang Aoshi's face and lips were pale, and his forehead was constantly sweating.

what happened?

Wasn't she fine when she left?

It took only a while, how could it be so serious?

I couldn't help stretching out my hand to touch Dongfang Aoshi's forehead, "Doctor, this is...?"

"Princess, the prince has some signs of fever." The imperial doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "The subordinates have been cooling the prince, but the temperature of the prince has been rising..."

"You covered him with such a thick quilt, how could the temperature drop?" Wenrou couldn't believe it, Dongfang Aoshi was sweating like this, the imperial doctor actually covered him with several layers of quilts, and the windows of the room were still tightly shut Yeah, the air doesn't circulate at all...