Contract New Love: Wang Ye's No. 2 favorite concubine

She has already helped Dongfang Aoshi get rid of his fever, she has done enough.

It is impossible for Gentle to do such an intimate matter of feeding medicine.

The moment she was about to turn around, a hand that was still hot suddenly grabbed her and grabbed her!

Gentle startled, turned her head.

Dongfang Aoshi opened his eyes, raised his body slightly, and his whole body was full of dangerous aura.

His vision was still a little unclear, as if he hadn't fully woken up yet.

Gently and forcefully, trying to remove his hand.

Wu Biao, who was not as strong as Dongfang Aoshi, was held tightly by him and couldn't move.

"Let go." Gentle took a deep breath, exerted all her strength, and shook it hard.

He had a high fever, his whole body was limp, and he didn't expect Wen Rou to make such a sudden movement, so he was thrown away.

Wen Rou didn't even think about it, she turned around and left.

In the next second, a magical and cold voice came from behind——

"Come here, please invite Young Master Huangfu to come over. This king has something to say, and I want to talk to him."

The bastard!

Simply incomprehensible!

You shouldn't have brought down his fever just now, let him burn to death!

Wen Wen was so angry that her whole body trembled, she turned around and said viciously, "Dongfang Aoshi, you—"

"Come here." Dongfang Aoshi said coldly, his eyes were sharp and bloodthirsty.

Gritting her teeth gently, she really wanted to knock him to death with something!

Thinking of Huangfu Hao, he could only forcefully swallow this flame of anger.

Enduring it, she walked to the bed, "What exactly do you want?"

"Steward, medicine." Dongfang Aoshi's voice was hoarse, like sand grinding.

The steward brought the medicine to Wen Rou, "Princess, this is the prince's medicine."

Wen Rou clenched and loosened her fists, loosened and clenched again, and repeated several times.

In the end, he reached out and caught it.

The steward breathed a sigh of relief, tidied up the side of the bed, and let Wen Rou sit down.

Wenrou doesn't want to sit next to Dongfang Aoshi at all!

But standing can't feed the medicine.

Forget it.

It's all gone for him to reduce the fever, and it's not too late to feed him another bowl of medicine.

Gentle sat down, took a spoonful of dark soup, and sent it over.

Dongfang Aoshi squinted his eyes, and his face was sombre, "You want to scald me to death?"

"..."

The bastard is sick!

calm down!

calm down!

Must be calm.

Gentle and deeply breathed out, took another spoonful, blew on it, and sent it over again.

In the end, Dongfang Aoshi was still dissatisfied, "It's so far away, you think I'm a snake, and my tongue can stretch freely?"

"..." Wen Rou had no choice but to sit in a little bit.

calm down!

calm down!

Be calm!

For the third time, he brought the spoon to Dongfang Aoshi's mouth.

Rou Rou's eyes were wide open, and she was about to spit fire with anger.

If this bastard dares to ramble again, she'll put a whole bowl of medicine on his head!

Gentle thought in her heart.

This time, Dongfang Aoshi didn't babble anymore, and obediently took the medicine.

Soon, a bowl of dark medicine came to an end.

Wen Rou breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she could finally be relieved, she was about to stand up with the bowl in her hand.

Suddenly, Dongfang Aoshi's iron arm suddenly stretched out and wrapped around her waist.

Wenrou didn't have time to react at all, what was going on, she just felt a flash in front of her eyes, and her whole body fell into the embrace of Dongfang Aoshi.

A strong masculine breath, mixed with a high fever, enveloped her from behind, completely surrounding her.

Struggling gently, "Let go! What else do you want to do?!"

"Princess, the prince hasn't rinsed his mouth yet." The steward reminded him and brought a bowl of warm water.