The popular prince and concubine: marry the little maid

Chapter 792 Waiting for You to Torment
At least, this girl finally reacted, at least, she was willing to put the cup to her mouth, and tried to drink water.

However, water flowed out from the corner of her mouth, and her little face was full of pain. He was startled, and supported her body: "Qing'er, can't you drink any water?"

There was unconcealable eagerness in the voice.

She waved his arm away fiercely, shook her head, and took another sip from the cup herself. It was still painful, but this time, it was better than before.

It seems that there is not so much water flowing out.

She can drink a little!

"Come on, hurry up and call the imperial physician over."

He drank in a cold voice with an anxious expression on his face.

In fact, Qing'er just didn't take the medicine on time, her throat was not good in the first place, and she didn't take the medicine all the time, it seemed that it was getting worse and worse, so the imperial doctor brought over the medicine.

He looked at her seriously: "Qing'er, sit down and lean here, you are very weak, I will give you medicine—"

She glared at him.

He actually smiled, although his face was still full of pain and pity, but there was a soft smile on the corner of his lips, at least, when she stared at him, she didn't use such hateful eyes, no That cold look in his eyes made him despair.

"Qing'er, don't fight against your body anymore. If you have resentment, if you hate me, then, when you have strength, torture me well, okay?"

Qing'er stared at him hard.

Her lips moved, and she said coldly, "I will."

His smile widened little by little, "Okay, I'll wait for your torture."

"Qing'er, let's take the medicine for throat first." He held the medicine bowl and carefully fed her with a spoon. It took a long time to feed a bowl of medicine, because every time she took a sip, a lot of medicine would flow out Just like that, feeding her repeatedly, after a bowl of medicine, Qing'er's face was covered with slight sweat. "

He put down the medicine bowl, took a towel and wiped the corners of her mouth and the medicine stains on her clothes. She looked at the stains on the clothes, and curled her lips in self-deprecating.

"It's okay, you're already great, Qing'er—" He looked at her with distress in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)