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"My lord, this old slave will help you get dressed!" La Surong held the brocade robe and stood respectfully a few feet away from the bed, still not daring to raise his head.

Wait for a while.

Yelu Qingge, however, seemed to have forgotten about going to Tana Garden in a fit of anger, waved his hands impatiently and said, "What clothes are you wearing, put them back, and you go out too!"

"..." La Surong didn't dare to speak, put the brocade robe back in the closet, and walked out quietly.As soon as he reached the door, he heard Yelu Qingge calling him again. "La Surong!"

"The old slave is here." He turned back again.

"Go and get a thermos. La Surong, let the cook make a bowl of black tea and ginger soup, put more ginger!" He is a big man, and he guessed why Mei Liangchen fell ill.

"Yes, my lord." La Surong's eyeballs were about to fall out of his old eyes.He read it right, the general was so nervous because of the little Mayne.You know, even if the little masters in the mansion are sick and in danger of their lives, the adults will not take a look. . .He shook his head, hurriedly made Xiao Pao go out, and closed the door.

"You go...to Tana's place, leave me alone!" Seeing that he pulled the brocade quilt to wrap himself up, he didn't know what bad idea he was planning.She couldn't help but struggled in the quilt. .

"I'm not afraid that I won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow due to abdominal pain, just make trouble!" Yelu Qingge's threats worked, and she became much quieter.

Wrapped in brocade, Mei Liangchen, who only showed a delicate face, gradually stopped struggling.

Dysmenorrhea has been with her since the beginning of menstrual cramps.There are always two days every month when she needs to bear more pain than others.Spasmodic, paroxysmal dysmenorrhea is often accompanied by pale complexion, cold sweat, general weakness, and cold limbs when the onset is severe.She reacted more strongly than normal, sometimes with nausea, vomiting, and headaches. .

In the original time and space, she could use powerful and effective analgesics to solve the problem, but in this strange prairie, she could only grit her teeth and endure the physical pain silently. .

"Meenjiya, call out when it hurts!" A warm palm with scorching body temperature penetrated into her obscene clothes and stuck to her lower abdomen.She looked up tremblingly, but unexpectedly saw a pair of black eyes full of worry and pity. .

Is he trying to warm her up?She was stunned and couldn't recover.

It seems that something is messed up, is it her heart?Her hand gently caressed her chest, bang bang. .Bang bang bang, her heart was beating fast and anxiously, she swallowed, and asked him probingly: "How do you know that my abdominal pain was caused by the moon letter?" His iron palm should be holding a knife and shooting arrows, not like a loving wife Like her husband, she cared for her when she had menstrual pain. .

His heavy eyes fell on her wary little face, and he said in a low voice: "Your monthly letter was so tossing last time!" His big hand rubbed her belly back and forth to generate heat, and her cheeks were stained. A blush.

It turned out that he was really taking care of her daily life when Zhongjian was unconscious.In those vague memories, the warm embrace was all brought by him. .

Suddenly, she became like Ra Surong, unable to express the complicated and unspeakable feelings in her heart. .Is the man who cared for her wholeheartedly in front of her a demon who took away all her beauty?His appearance was very calm, with an imposing and deep face carved with an axe, chisel, and knife. When he was not angry, every line of his outline was tempting her gaze.He is an eagle soaring on the prairie, he will never stop for a woman, but for her alone, he is so different. . .

"Yelu Qingge..." She stretched out her finger and caressed his shaved chin. "Do you really like me?"

He looked back at her deeply, wanting to swallow the little thing that was showing tenderness at this moment. . "Yes, Mainjia, I like you!"

Hearing his affirmative answer without thinking, she felt that her depressed mood suddenly became brighter, and even the pain in her stomach was not so unbearable.She smiled softly, put her cheek against his warm chest, closed her eyes and asked, "Can you only like me, Yelu Qingge?"

He was startled at first by her initiative, and then laughed out loud at her childish request, "Haha...Meenjiya, it turns out that you are still jealous of them...I promise I only like you, But, you also have to promise me that you won't lose your temper with me like a cow again!"

She pouted, "Who is a bull!"

There was a bright light in his eyes, and he bowed his head to enclose her lips, the tip of his tongue penetrated her lips, and touched her white teeth, rubbing back and forth. . "It's not a cow... it's a little she-wolf... I like little she-wolves that show their sharp teeth when they're in heat!" He pointed.

"You..." As soon as he escaped in shame and anger, he was blocked by his enthusiasm, his iron arm firmly wrapped around the brocade quilt, wishing he could stuff her into his strong body. .

It was late at night and the wind was still.

He must also be tired, lying on his side on the pillow, with his thick eyelashes closed, he fell into a deep sleep with a long breath. .

Mei Liangchen slowly broke free from his embrace, holding his already warm belly, and quietly got off the bed. .With bare feet, she tiptoed to the door and called softly, "Master Steward, are you there?"

There was a flustered rustling sound outside, followed by Rasurong's low-pitched response. "The old slave is here."

She opened the door, bathed in the bright moonlight, standing pure and clean in the door like a fairy.When La Surong saw those pink and tender feet, his throat tightened and he lowered his head. "Whatever Miss Mayne wants, I'll get it for you!" If La Surong didn't put her on the master's seat as an offering, then his decades of salty rice would be in vain. .

Mei Liangchen looked back at the person on the bed, and said softly: "My lord, may I trouble you to serve me another pot of medicinal soup."

"Medical soup? What kind of medicinal soup does the girl want?" Didn't she already drink brown sugar ginger water?

She grinned, pointed to the figure inside and said, "It's the medicinal soup for the general to wash his wounds. I want to bandage him again."