Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

"Do you want to prepare icing sugar for the prince? Every time the princess takes the medicine, she needs icing sugar, so the subordinate asked someone to make some." The steward said.

Dongfang Aoshi didn't speak, he raised his eyes and glanced at the steward, picked up the bowl, and drank it down.

His thick brows were frowned tightly.

"My lord, icing sugar." The steward hurriedly handed over a piece of icing sugar.

Dongfang Aoshi didn't even look at it, and lay down again.

The steward's hand froze like this.

After a few seconds, he retracted.

Dongfang Aoshi lay there, breathing gradually steady.

The steward took the quilt over, covered him up, and went to check Wenrou's situation to see if she had kicked the quilt or something.

After there was no problem, he left quietly.

***********************Special dividing line for Dongfang Aoshi******************** ***********

Wen Rou was half asleep, and suddenly felt as if there was a heat source that kept coming over.

She hadn't woken up yet, and she was in a daze. She didn't know what happened. She thought it was because the quilt was covered too much, so she pushed it with her hands.

A powerful force suddenly grabbed her hand and prevented her from moving.

Gently frowned, and kicked hard.

Suddenly, I heard a muffled humming sound above my head.

what happened?

Is someone on her bed...?

Gentle frowned, lifted heavy eyelids, not fully awake yet.

Looking around in a daze, he found himself lying on the bed... everything in front of him was very familiar.

The arrangement in front of her is what she likes.

Rou Rou looked at everything around her, thinking in a daze that she was still 15 years old, the year she had just married into the palace.

Beside him was the blushing Dongfang Aoshi.

His body exuded abnormal heat, as if he had a fever.

Subconsciously stretched out his hand, and put it on Dongfang Aoshi's forehead——

So hot!

Frowning gently, she pushed the people around her, "Master Jiu?"

Dongfang Aoshi fell into a deep sleep without any reaction, his thick eyebrows were completely furrowed.

"Jiuye?" Rourou pushed him again.

Dongfang Aoshi finally reacted and slowly opened his eyes.

As if scalded, Dongfang Aoshi quickly withdrew his hand.

Rou Rou was puzzled by his attitude, but she didn't think too much or ask any more questions, she only focused on Dongfang's high body temperature, "Master Jiu, are you okay? Why is it so hot? Do you have a fever?"

Jiuye?

Dongfang Aoshi was stunned for a moment, his black eyes stared straight at Wenrou, as if he couldn't believe it——

Rourou actually called herself Ninth Master?

Has she forgiven herself?

still is……

In the next second, I felt that my thoughts were too naive.

How could Wenrou forgive herself for what he did?

She said she hated him.

Dongfang Aoshi lowered his eyes sadly.

"Jiuye? What's wrong with you? Why haven't you spoken? Is it uncomfortable? I'll call the imperial doctor right away..." Rourou was completely immersed in the memories of the past, and she didn't come back to herself.

This is her habit.

Every time I wake up, there will be nearly half an hour, and my thinking is completely blurred.

Dongfang Aoshi also remembered, this strange habit of gentleness, he said dumbly, "It's okay... just a little tired..."

"Your voice is hoarse." Rourou was very worried, "I'd better call the imperial doctor to see it."

"No need." Dongfang Aoshi suddenly hugged Wenrou tightly, buried his face into her neck, and sniffed her. "Do you want to prepare icing sugar for the prince? Every time the princess takes the medicine, she needs icing sugar, so the subordinate asked someone to make some." The steward said.

Dongfang Aoshi didn't speak, he raised his eyes and glanced at the steward, picked up the bowl, and drank it down.

His thick brows were frowned tightly.

"My lord, icing sugar." The steward hurriedly handed over a piece of icing sugar.

Dongfang Aoshi didn't even look at it, and lay down again.

The steward's hand froze like this.

After a few seconds, he retracted.

Dongfang Aoshi lay there, breathing gradually steady.

The steward took the quilt over, covered him up, and went to check Wenrou's situation to see if she had kicked the quilt or something.

After there was no problem, he left quietly.

***********************Special dividing line for Dongfang Aoshi******************** ***********

Wen Rou was half asleep, and suddenly felt as if there was a heat source that kept coming over.

She hadn't woken up yet, and she was in a daze. She didn't know what happened. She thought it was because the quilt was covered too much, so she pushed it with her hands.

A powerful force suddenly grabbed her hand and prevented her from moving.

Gently frowned, and kicked hard.

Suddenly, I heard a muffled humming sound above my head.

what happened?

Is someone on her bed...?

Gentle frowned, lifted heavy eyelids, not fully awake yet.

Looking around in a daze, he found himself lying on the bed... everything in front of him was very familiar.

The arrangement in front of her is what she likes.

Rou Rou looked at everything around her, thinking in a daze that she was still 15 years old, the year she had just married into the palace.

Beside him was the blushing Dongfang Aoshi.

His body exuded abnormal heat, as if he had a fever.

Subconsciously stretched out his hand, and put it on Dongfang Aoshi's forehead——

So hot!

Frowning gently, she pushed the people around her, "Master Jiu?"

Dongfang Aoshi fell into a deep sleep without any reaction, his thick eyebrows were completely furrowed.

"Jiuye?" Rourou pushed him again.

Dongfang Aoshi finally reacted and slowly opened his eyes.

As if scalded, Dongfang Aoshi quickly withdrew his hand.

Rou Rou was puzzled by his attitude, but she didn't think too much or ask any more questions, she only focused on Dongfang's high body temperature, "Master Jiu, are you okay? Why is it so hot? Do you have a fever?"

Jiuye?

Dongfang Aoshi was stunned for a moment, his black eyes stared straight at Wenrou, as if he couldn't believe it——

Rourou actually called herself Ninth Master?

Has she forgiven herself?

still is……

In the next second, I felt that my thoughts were too naive.

How could Wenrou forgive herself for what he did?

She said she hated him.

Dongfang Aoshi lowered his eyes sadly.

"Jiuye? What's wrong with you? Why haven't you spoken? Is it uncomfortable? I'll call the imperial doctor right away..." Rourou was completely immersed in the memories of the past, and she didn't come back to herself.

This is her habit.

Every time I wake up, there will be nearly half an hour, and my thinking is completely blurred.

Dongfang Aoshi also remembered, this strange habit of gentleness, he said dumbly, "It's okay... just a little tired..."

"Your voice is hoarse." Rourou was very worried, "I'd better call the imperial doctor to see it."

"No need." Dongfang Aoshi suddenly hugged Wenrou tightly, buried his face into her neck, and sniffed her.