The popular prince and concubine: marry the little maid

Chapter 795 Very painful very painful
Qing'er suddenly realized that he must have done it on purpose, she turned her small face away, her face was flushed with anger, she stopped talking, she couldn't make a sound like this, she was like a dumb person, it was really too much people.

He turned her shoulders and looked at her, his eyes were full of pity, he said: "Qing'er, come on, don't be angry, Qing'er, I——I like you!"

He looked into her eyes, and said again: "I like you, girl!"

He thought he should like her!

Yes, he didn't want to lie to himself any more!
"I—I may not be in love, but I admit, I like you—"

"Really," he said.

"Please trust me." He said again.

Qing'er said coldly: "I won't believe you."

"Qing'er, why don't you believe me?" He looked at her, "I didn't lie."

Qing'er sneered, "But I hate you, and I didn't lie."

There was a soft smile on the corner of his lips, "Okay, let's have the porridge first."

This girl is really—he really underestimated her, she hasn't eaten for three days, yet she can still stare at him, tease him, and vomit with him like this.

This girl's vitality is really tenacious.

Stubborn girl——
Qing'er took the porridge he brought over, she wanted to eat it herself, she didn't need him to feed her.

"Is it cold? Do you need someone to warm it up again?" He asked her.

Qing'er shook her head, "No need."

Her lips moved, and she tried her best to let herself drink the porridge. Although her throat didn't hurt as much as before, it still hurt so badly. Every time Qing'er swallowed the porridge, her little face wrinkled into a ball in pain.

He stood beside her silently, watching her wrinkle her face in pain every time she took a mouthful of porridge, he knew that she was in pain, her throat must be very sore, right?
This stubborn girl——
"Does it hurt?"

Big hand, rubbing her head naturally, gently, once, with affection, Qing'er ate the porridge, holding the bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other, but still did not forget to stare at him fiercely With one glance, tell him not to rub her head.

I ate half a bowl of porridge.

(End of this chapter)