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Chapter 205 Mr. He Is Sick
When Ah Zhao woke up, it seemed that the sky had not yet dawned, and there was still a stump of candle left on the table, dimly illuminating the whole room.

She slept fairly well, but her head was still groggy.

After a small yawn, she felt belatedly: there was someone sleeping next to her, with an arm around her waist.

It's Huo Jun.

How did I go to bed yesterday, and how did he sleep next to me.Ah Zhao has no impression at all.

She thought for a while, carefully moved her body up a bit, and looked up at him.

It was just a glimpse before, but this time, Ah Zhao really took a closer look at the famous commander in Pingjing.

The man's appearance is undoubtedly very good, his facial features are sharp and deep, and his straight nose is like a master's hand-carved, no more, no less.

Lips are somewhat thin.

Ah Zhao forgot which world he was in, flipped through the book and read it, saying that people with such thin lips are often very ruthless.

She looked at it carefully, and muttered softly: "Why is such a good-looking person afraid of you..."

The hand on the waist suddenly became heavy.

Azhao was startled, and looked over, only to find that the man hadn't opened his eyes at all.

"It's still early, continue to sleep." A faint voice sounded.

That hand still lifted, wrapping Ah Zhao in his arms, and the two of them leaned close together, just like all the loving young couples in this world.

Ah Zhao leaned against the man's chest, feeling the heat from the man's body, and gradually felt a deep tiredness again, closed his eyes, and breathed slowly.

After Ah Zhao fell asleep, Huo Jun opened his eyes.

His eyes were clear and energetic, and he could not see the slightest drowsiness.

He turned his head slightly, and stared at her quietly without disturbing Ah Zhao.

For a long time, in the dimly lit room, someone seemed to hear a chuckle.

Outside the bed tent, candle tears dripped slowly, burning until the sky was bright.

When Ah Zhao woke up again, it was already bright outside.

The temperature around her has long since lost, and she doesn't know how long the people around her have been gone.

When she moved, she felt her body was so sore and weak, Ah Zhao knew in her heart that this was probably the sequelae left by the sweat medicine.

She sat up from the bed, with sudden pain on both sides of her temples.

The maid who was guarding outside heard the movement and quickly lifted the bed curtain.

"Madam is awake? But need to wash?"

Ah Zhao nodded.

The servant girl cleaned her face, put on some fat, and tied her hair in a bun.

Then someone brought some exquisite breakfasts into the house.

"The commander-in-chief asked his servant to tell his wife that he has some things to do, so he will leave his wife alone for breakfast. At noon, the commander-in-chief will come back to eat with his wife."

Ah Zhao nodded.

She looked at the dishes on the table, there were various sizes, both from the south and the north. It was obvious that the kitchen had put a lot of thought into it.

She liked a dish of crystal steamed buns very much. She ate three in a row and drank half a bowl of porridge.

Presumably, this body's spleen and stomach are not very good, so after eating these, Azhao felt a little bit supportive.

She could only stare helplessly at the things on the table, and was extremely reluctant to be removed.

The maid who woke Ah Zhao up before, and now serves her meals is called Luzhu, seeing A Zhao's appearance, she couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled.

She only knew that the handsome wife was the daughter of a rich family, and she couldn't imagine that she had such an innocent temperament.

Looking at this appearance, what Madam thinks in her heart is written on her face.

(End of this chapter)