Your Royal Highness is sweet and sweet

Chapter 165 The prince's hands are slender like a woman's!

"No, no... no need. I'm much better after drinking the imperial physician's medicine." Qin Rujun immediately shook his head like a rattle.

She didn't know why, but a strange feeling told her that Feng Zimo couldn't let Feng Zimo check her pulse.

Feng Zimo has such a good relationship with this man, he wonders if he will find out any clues of his identity.

Hearing what she said, Yan Mochen frowned in displeasure, but still reached out to touch her forehead to feel the temperature on her forehead.

At this time, Feng Zimo had already knocked on the window, not knowing when he entered the room.

"Yo, it seems that I came at the wrong time?"

Feng Zimo's eyes were somewhat narrow-minded.

A few waves gradually appeared in Yan Mochen's eyes.

"Get her pulse." His tone was obviously commanding and impatient.

Feng Zimo sighed softly: "You treat your brother like this, why am I your servant?" Even though he said so, his hand still felt for Qin Rujun's pulse.

but……

Qin Rujun withdrew his hand reflexively.

"No need, I know my body, it's much better after drinking the medicine."

Just kidding, these two men are here, she is not crazy to let them take the pulse.

Feng Zimo didn't expect her to stop, he looked at Yan Mochen with some doubts and surprises.

He was the one who asked him to check the prince's pulse. Now that the prince is unwilling, he can't force him.

A dark light flashed across Yan Mochen's eyes, he suddenly grabbed her wrist, and whispered, "Don't move around."

"No!" Qin Rujun threw it away again.

She is a patient now, her mind is also very chaotic, she has no mind to think about other things at all, her only thought is to get rid of the crisis in front of her.

The only solution is to lose your temper and fight harder!
Feng Zimo was a little confused, but it was not easy to force it.

"Since the prince is unwilling, I will leave first. You two talk slowly."

Yan Mochen didn't stop Feng Zimo from leaving, his big palm still grabbed her wrist, and the temperature of his palm passed from the touching skin.

Qin Rujun felt that the temperature was scorching hot, and she subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but the other party let go of it faster than her.

When she thought he was going to leave, she didn't expect that he would actually grab her hand. So he let go of her wrist just to grab her hand?

The man picked up her hand, played with it, and stared at her with such concentration.

Qin Rujun's heart was pounding, and she felt that she must have a fever.

Otherwise, how could she see the gentle light in this man's eyes?

"The prince's hands are very slender." He suddenly said.

Qin Rujun's mind was very chaotic. Hearing what he said, he let out an ah and asked, "What do you mean?"

"It's a bit like a woman's hand." After he finished speaking, he raised his eyes, and his eyes fixed on her face.

In his icy blue eyes, there was a gleam of brilliance, but it was so deep that people couldn't read it.

　Is my Nanzhu very, very black-bellied? . . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)