Princess, be nice

Chapter 217 Murder Your Husband, Don't Touch Me

While crying, Yudu poured water on Yuan Changhuan's body, "Why is the son not here at this time, women can't catch cold, let alone cold water..."

"Okay, you go out, you don't need to wait." Yuan Changhuan's face was calm and calm, making it hard to see what she was thinking.

Opening her mouth, Yuduan still tiptoed out.

In the large bathtub, Yuan Changhuan sat alone in it, making his body even smaller and weaker, his peach-like cheeks were pale at this moment, and even the cherry lips, which were always delicate and charming, were now glowing faintly. purple.

She had those peach blossom eyes, which were calm and indifferent, cold and self-possessed.

But he rubbed his hands vigorously on the neck and arms that Chi Lang had touched.

The palms of his frustrated hands are rotten, his neck and arms are red, and he still doesn't give up.

Two hours later, Yuan Changhuan came out of the bathtub, with steady steps, and said in a faint voice, "Come here."

Yu Duan immediately pushed the door open and entered, "Little... Shi Zifei."

"Are you all right?"

Yuan Changhuan nodded quietly, "Fresh and change, it's time to go to bed."

Seeing that the lady's expression had recovered except for the cold air on her body, Yu Duan was relieved, "Yes."

But Qing Wan said, "Concubine Shizi, why don't I ask the doctor to come and take a look?"

"No problem." Yuan Changhuan waved his hand to refuse.

It's nice to be so cold now.

The night is getting darker.

Yuan Changhuan lifted the quilt and let the servant girl spread the curtain, "Go to bed."

"Yes, Crown Princess."

Close your eyes, in a drowsy state, the scenes that happened during the day penetrated your mind, pretending to be calm and restrained, almost defeated, the creepy nightmare, nausea surged up one after another.

But I couldn't vomit.

stuck in the chest.

His fingers accidentally touched the empty couch beside him, his hands were cold, Xie Ci did not return all night.

Grievance, fatigue, and fear washed through every nerve of her body, and the other hand rubbed her neck, and the feeling couldn't go away.

Almost sleepless all night, until dawn, Fang fell into a deep sleep.

In the sleeping room, someone was kissing her!
My mind was buzzing.

Yuan Changhuan sat up abruptly, and slapped the visitor on the face, "Bold!"

Raising his hand to hold Yuan Changhuan's wrist, Xie Ci's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes were slightly bloodshot, and he was still wearing the robe he left yesterday, "Yuanyuan, you want to murder your husband."

Hearing the voice of Xie Ci, Yuan Changhuan grabbed his skirt, as if wanting to get closer.

A familiar yet unfamiliar fragrance wafted from the nostrils.

Yuan Changhuan, who couldn't even sit still, didn't know where the strength came from. He pushed Xie Ci's chest and pushed him out. His peach blossom eyes were full of disgust and disgust: "You... Get out!"

Seeing her sleeping soundly, Yuan Changhuan's disgusted eyes and words made her feel good. Xie Ci stood condescendingly by the side of the bed, his solemn eyebrows and eyes were full of doubts, "Is it because my husband didn't come back last night, so I'm angry ?”

"I went out last night..."

Yuan Changhuan's panic and grievance all night came when he smelled the fragrance of Xie Ci's body. Before he could finish speaking, all of them erupted, his chest heaved continuously, his hands clutching the brocade quilt were throbbing with veins, and he shouted in a hoarse voice, "Thank you!" Saying goodbye to you makes me sick, don't touch me."

The irritable voice was weak and tired, and there was water in the cold eyes.

Xie Ci was stimulated by her disgusted and indifferent eyes, pinched her shoulders, his phoenix eyes approached, "Yuanyuan..."

The closer you get, the heavier the fragrance will be.

"vomit……"

Yuan Changhuan gulped down the filth all night, vomited his thanks, and looked at him hazyly.

(End of this chapter)